She Is Not a Witch

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A deep mountain village on the east side of Nieder County.

This unknown village can not be found on the past westerly maps, but after the establishment of Crancia, it was named zelkova village according to the local people's name. Because there are a few rare zelkova trees in the village.

A young man wearing an animal skin vest is walking on a rugged mountain road. He is carrying a stack of dry firewood several meters high. Compared with the figure below, there is a huge gap between the heavy dry firewood and the figure below. Crush the young man.

But he didn't have any strange feelings, and he still walked on the mountain road with ease.

After entering the village, several children in the village saw this young man and trot around to watch.

"Brother Bud went to collect firewood again?"

"Yes, the weather is still a bit cold now, and there is not much firewood left in Mr. Tuoke's house. I went to find some."

"Brother Bud is so powerful, he can recite so much."

"Well, you work hard to grow your body, and you can do it in the future." He nodded.

This young man is exactly the restaurant that Lorrain Hill knew in Hopland, the young man who avenged his friend.

After obtaining the training method and strength given by Lorrain Hill, he killed the enemy of the year, and then came to the hometown of his friend Grete, wanting to do something within his power.

After coming here, although he was distrusted and feared by the locals (because of his face), in the days that followed, he helped the surrounding villages to clean up a lot of monsters, so his reputation gradually increased. As he became familiar, here The crowd no longer reject him, but slowly accept him.

"Hey, Bud, I'm back." A middle-aged man dressed as a hunter walked out of his home and greeted Bud, who was walking on the mountain road.

"I'm back, Uncle Fengde." Bud nodded.

"I'll ask Anna to bring you some bacon in a moment. This is carefully made by my wife. It has a unique flavor..."

"Thank you, uncle." The ugly and unpretentious teenager opened a small grin.

"Nothing, you have been helping everyone for the past two years." The uncle hunter walked down the hill in front of his house, came to Bud's side, looked at his worn vest, and said.

"I'll talk to Mrs. Lit later and let her sew some new clothes for you. Although it's spring, it's still cold. It's not enough to wear too little."

"Don't have to be so troublesome, winter comes like this." Bud shook his head, and then a burst of red appeared on his muscular skin, and white smoke came up to dry the accumulated dew on his body.

"I'm an extraordinary person, don't be afraid of the cold."

"That being said, it's also very magical. It's better to wear a little more relaxed after all."

"And you are still a great hero in our village. You have helped defeat so many monsters and such powerful characters. You can't wear them too crudely, otherwise the outsiders will think we reject you."

Despite the uncle's kindness, Bud had no choice but to agree, and then asked the old lady Ritt to help him measure his body size.

Carrying dry firewood on his back, he first helped the old man Tuoke replenish firewood so that the lonely old man did not have to worry about the cold, and then he brought the excess dry firewood back to where he lived. There was a rough stone structure here. The roof of the house is made of thick thatch mixed soil, and there is a layer of wooden planks underneath. Although it looks simple, it is waterproof when piled with thick materials.

After returning home, he began to make a fire and cook, and what he had learned in the restaurant is now particularly easy to use.

Remove the air-dried meat strips from the cantilevered beams on the roof, cut a few pieces and throw them in a pot, add some radish pieces and green vegetables, and wait for the dough to be cooked before you can eat it.

While waiting, he went to another part of the house, used a scoop to scoop out clean water in a large water tank, and simply washed his body, then put on another clean animal skin vest, and then sat down by the fire stove. At this time, things are almost cooked.

Although life in the mountains is simple, there is also a kind of tranquility and peace, which makes him quite satisfied.

Grete’s hometown is in this village. There were three children in his family. The eldest son Grete and his brother died in a mine disaster. Grete participated in the uprising in Crancia, then went to the south and never returned. Now The only girl left in the family is a girl named Karen who currently lives with her parents.

Tomorrow, go to Karen's house again and ask them if they need help in the field now. When thinking like this, Bud closed the door of the house, prepared to practice his extraordinary sequence, and then went to sleep.

A clear and ethereal voice sounded in the village.

"Hello, is this the zelkova village?" It seems to be a young girl, listening to her standard accent, she should be from the hinterland of Crancia and received an excellent education.

"Yes." Uncle Hunter replied readily.

"Is this young lady coming to our village to buy some ferret fur? This is the only specialty in our village." The uncle guessed the origin of the blond lady, and then promoted his own things.

"If you have fur, you can buy some, but I still want to ask someone who is a young man named Bud."

"Bad, may I ask if you have anything to do with him? He has refused to solicit several times."

"It's not soliciting, but just want to meet and see, it's a former acquaintance."

"Well, he lives on the other side of the village, let me take you there."

The villagers in the mountains are very simple and straightforward, leading the girl to a house built by rocks. The girl who just visited was wearing a black windbreaker jacket, gray boots on her slender legs, and a little golden hair exposed outside her hood. Her face was beautiful and slightly hazy.

And hearing the sound of footsteps from far and near, the door of the house had been opened in advance, and the strong young man had already walked out of the house.

In the surprised gaze of Uncle Hunter, the incomparably powerful young man saluted respectfully at this moment.

"Miss Lacey is good." He slowly raised his head. In the evening twilight, the pair of eyes were pierced and seemed to be surprised and grateful.

"It's been a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~Bad." The blonde girl didn't refuse, but calmly accepted the young man's salute, and then replied.

"Thank you, uncle, then." The blonde lady turned around and said.

"It's nothing... a trivial matter." Despite the surprise in his heart, the uncle hunter nodded slowly, and then continued with afterthought.

"Then I won't bother you." After speaking, he walked away in small steps.

Two candles were lit on the rough wooden table, and the two came to the table and slowly talked about their experiences over the past two years.

At first, Bud was worried that the eldest lady would be uncomfortable sitting on the rough wooden chair in his own home, but she didn't seem to feel uncomfortable looking at the other person, instead she sat down naturally and adapted to it.

"Sit down, Bud, it's been two years."

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