She Is Not a Witch Chapter 39: Small program
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The residents in remote mountain villages have less contact with the outside world. The interpersonal relationship in the village is very simple, and most people are relatively simple. Although everyone was a little suspicious, some people walked into the tent one after another, trying to find out their own destiny.
In the mysterious tent, only a small amount of light is thrown into it through the thick cloth. The whole environment is surrounded by a hazy purple, and there are various small objects hanging in the sky, including conch, shells, stars, and certain insects. The molting, strange stones, etc., make people who walk into it feel a mysterious breath.
In the tent, a veiled woman sits behind a black flannel table. She is wearing a dark purple robe and hood. There are asymmetrical rings on her wrists, and she wears several fingers. Wearing rings of different colors gives people the feeling of a senior person.
After the customer sat at the table nervously and asked her question, the woman asked in a low voice the cause of the matter, and then shuffled the fortune-telling cards in front of her several times, asking the guests to draw the designated cards.
The result is always cautious amidst luck and hope amidst difficulties, allowing visitors to think about everything, and then firmly remembering the witch’s warning.
"In this card, the sun is shining on the lush golden field, and a dog is standing beside it, and a vague figure is coming from a distance."
"It indicates that you may get a good harvest this year, but beware of other disturbances. For example, the dog may indicate the destruction of the field by warcraft or beasts, and the figure in it may be yourself or You are the one who is watching your harvest, so you have to take care of your own fields."
As the witch read the sign on the card to the middle-aged man, the man solemnly nodded and thanked the witch before walking out of the tent.
At this time, the sun in the sky is already past noon. After a morning of divination, the man at the door told that today is over. The witch must follow some mysterious rules. The number of divinations in a day cannot exceed a certain number of times, otherwise it will Bring disaster.
Under such an explanation, the people who had been on the sidelines before dispersed in anguish.
After a group of people were almost gone, a light-brown girl quietly walked out of the back door of the tent and went to eat.
Lorraine Hill was sitting under a large tree with luxuriant branches, and the sun shone through the thick leaves on the table in front of her, where teapots and cups were placed.
She looked at the girl who was doing divination this morning with a little amusement. She shook her head slightly, then raised the cup in front of her and drank the tea slowly.
Although Lengquan Village is remote, the surrounding scenery is very good. The terraced fields and fruit trees in the mountains reflect bright brilliance under the sunshine in the afternoon.
"Miss, is that fortune-telling really accurate?" Mira, who stood by, asked Lorrain Hill with some doubts. She didn't perceive any extraordinary magic power from the girl.
"Perhaps," Lorrain Hill said.
"If I tell you, this year, as long as you are diligent, concentrating on working, paying attention to the various conditions in the field, and taking good protection, you will definitely harvest a lot of food in autumn. Do you think this is the case Is it credible?"
"Isn't this a matter of course?" Mira shook her ears and leaned over to look at the blonde lady in the red dress.
"Yes, as I once told you, as long as you study hard and you can improve your grades, it is actually a very simple truth."
"But usually because of various reasons, everyone doesn't want to do it."
"But if someone in authority tells you with a special mysterious ritual, this is your destiny, will you have a sense of sacredness, and then work hard to accomplish this."
"It seems, it is." Mira nodded, seeming to understand.
"Perhaps the prediction is not necessarily true, but it will also become a motivation for many people. So sometimes there is no need to be too harsh on such things."
"Sometimes too clever to see through, on the contrary, it is easy to lose confidence and hope, become susceptible to gains and losses, and dare not move forward."
"Hmm, I see, Miss." Mira felt that His Highness seemed to be insinuating herself again, and quickly nodded, hoping that this one would stop talking.
"Hey, okay, let's not talk about it, let's go to lunch."
Several people walked to a temporarily rented house in the village.
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The lunch in the mountain village is not gorgeous. Simple white rice with a little green vegetables. The only highlight is the meat slices that were not finished yesterday.
The residents here are different from those who grow wheat and eat more rice. At lunch, Lorrain Hill met the light brown girl just now.
"Good afternoon, I have worked hard in the morning." Lorrain Hill greeted briefly.
"Good afternoon, Miss Lecia." There was a big bowl of rice in front of the girl, and a pile of meat and vegetables.
"It looks like I have a good appetite."
"Well, it's a rare opportunity to eat so much meat." She replied while eating, not caring about the tedious dining etiquette. Of course, Lorrain Hill didn't care about such unnecessary etiquette.
"Then eat more. Do you usually pretend to be a witch for divination to others?" Lorrain Hill asked.
"My aunt used to do this job, but now she says she is getting older and looking for someone to take over this kind of job, and there are not many girls in the next generation, so she chose me." Chewing quickly, and then took the time to talk about the caravan.
"All kinds of tasks in the caravan need to be done by a fixed person. If someone doesn't do it, they have to find someone to take over. That's probably the case."
When Lorrain Hill had just finished a small bowl of rice, the girl had finished two large bowls of rice and a bowl of vegetables.
"Thank you for the hospitality~" After finishing the meal, the girl thanked Lorrain Hill and went for a walk in the mountains.
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After seeing the performance of the Lake Caravan, Lorrain Hill asked everyone in his caravan to see what everyone thinks~ IndoMTL.com~ You can also try a few small shows to attract these mountains Villagers browse their goods.
Looking at those members thinking hard and hesitating, Lorraine Hill suddenly felt that he was acting like the teacher in charge when he was a child, and let the students in the class prepare for the show. After all, he became the person he hated when he was a child. . But this is quite interesting. Now, Lorrainhill, who is in the Demon Sequence, is not like when he was practicing the Angel Sequence, and his personality has changed slightly.
The next day, Cold Spring Village.
There are more platforms on the open space between the villages. Today, not only is the Lake Chamber of Commerce, but everyone from the Lagertis Caravan also put together a few attractive programs.
On a small table, a strange girl also walked up the steps. She has short blonde hair, is wearing a blue and white skirt, holding a cross wooden frame in her hand, and a doll is carrying a thread below. Walk in the air and wave your arms.
"The opera of the little puppets, today I present to you all.
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