She Is Not a Witch Chapter 38: Little caravan

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The villages in the valley usually seldom communicate with the outside world. Although the country has changed outside, it doesn’t seem to change much for them.

The only difference is that the bandits who used to collect rent occasionally are gone, and there is also a tall bulletin board in the middle of the village.

After entering this village, the caravan and his party first found the village chief, explained their idea of ​​borrowing accommodation, and paid an inexpensive lodging fee. Then the village chief indicated to them where the springs were to fetch water, and then warned them not to casually He broke into the villagers’ houses and fields, and then ignored them.

"I feel that the villagers are more indifferent."

Sitting by the warm fire, the elder shadow pulled, Mira said to Lorrainhill.

"Perhaps it was caused by previous experience." The girl skewered the cut apples and placed them by the campfire, ready to bake them before eating.

"Let me come, eldest lady." Milla watched Lorrain Hill do it herself, wanting to come and help.

"No, it's nothing particularly troublesome." The girl shook her head and looked at the people around the campfire.

Now there are several bonfires in the open space. A group of people are sitting around the bonfire, using flames to dissipate the cold in the mountains at night, to dry the clothes that were wet during the day, etc. There is still a smell of meat coming from a distance.

"The guys are cooking newt meat, I'll call you over."

Compared with ordinary meat, the meat of this warcraft salamander is tougher, and it took a group of people to cook it for a long time before it slowly matured.

Not long after, Mila came over with a small white porcelain bowl containing light-powdered boiled pork slices.

"Maybe a bit hot," Mira reminded.

Lorraine Hill tasted a piece first. The meat tasted good after being cooked, but there was nothing special about it.

Then as most of the meat was cooked, others began to eat. During this long trip, although the food was not bad, everyone did not eat much fresh meat.

After initially filling up the hunger in the belly, the members on the side slowly chatted.

"Hello, we are members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce..."

Several members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce chatted with Lagerties Chamber of Commerce.

At first they thought that they were rescued by a few high-powered adventurers, but after some explanation did they know that these were ‘special’ guards hired by the Lagerties Chamber of Commerce.

As the saying goes, after telling a lie, it takes countless lies to round out the lie.

After these people were entangled by the thankful Lake Chamber of Commerce, they began to think hard to explain why.

"Because the eldest lady of the Lagertis Chamber of Commerce is a good person, we prefer to stay in such a caravan." Lorraine Hill, who was issued a card, was talking with someone on the other side without knowing it.

"What kind of business do you do?" The girl turned her head, tilted slightly, and curiously asked the **** the side.

The girl has light brown skin and two slender braids on her ears.

"We sell everything. We don't deliberately buy too much of a certain kind of goods." The girl explained. She is the granddaughter of the caravan leader and has followed the caravan since she was a child.

"We patrol the villages in the mountains all the year round. Everyone who lives here doesn't have much money and doesn't buy too many things that are not needed. So we will bring something in every aspect, and basically won't sell big things."

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"Because I can't compete with the big chambers of commerce, I can only find some hidden villages in the mountains and do some businesses that others don't look up to. Although the profits are meager, there is no competition, so it has always been stable. "

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"Did you say that there was a westerly wind? We basically don't take the main road, so we don't have to pay any tolls. At present, Crancia is better, and there is no need to detour."

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"Walking in the mountains, naturally knows martial arts and self-defense methods, but it is still too difficult to deal with such a beast."

After some conversation, Lorraine Hill also gradually understood the way of life of this group of people. They live in no fixed place, the caravan is home, and they wander around and trade for a living.

As the night darkened, a group of people gradually entered the tent to rest after having a full meal. Of course, there are a few people who take turns to watch the night and guard the camp.

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The next day, early morning.

Lorland Hill listened to the sparse sound outside, and woke up from the blanket of the tent. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, her golden hair slipping from her shoulders like silk.

Looking at Mila who was still sleeping aside, she touched the pair of fluffy rabbit ears with curiosity. Mila's ears flicked slightly and separated from her fingertips, revealing the light powder covered by fluff. Profile.

No longer disturbing the sleepy bunny-eared girl, Lorrain Hill got dressed, put on his coat, and walked out of the tent.

This small group of people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce seemed to get up very early. They called the spring water next to the village, and after washing for a while, they began to arrange something.

Looking at these actions, Lorrain Hill walked over, trying to understand the purpose.

"Good morning, Miss Lecia." The light brown girl I met last night said hello with a smile.

"Good morning, what are you doing?" Lorraine blinked.

"Well, this is to prepare for the performance." The girl explained.

They will not only sell some things but also some talent shows, such as playing the piano and singing, dancing, ring of fire, ring throwing, etc., which are similar to the circus in the memory of girls. But this group of people does not have the money to raise special animals.

"Performance can earn some extra income, and it can also attract the attention of the villagers, so as to sell our things."

Compared to the big chambers where Lorrain Hill once stayed, small groups like the Lake Chamber of Commerce also have their own means of survival.

"So that's it." Lorrain Hill nodded thoughtfully. It seems that such a small caravan cannot be underestimated. They can survive and naturally have a unique way of adapting.

When the time was approaching 10 o'clock in the morning, a gong sounded, and then a small stage was erected in the center of Cold Spring Village~IndoMTL.com~A simple and small performance was staged in this remote village.

After hearing this kind of music, the lively villagers also slowly gathered around, watching those strangely dressed people perform various skills.

"The mysterious witch who spy on everything will unravel the veil of fate for you today."

A big man with white paint on his face, waving a sign in his hand, and then attracting the villagers into a dark purple tent. Under his explanation, he only needs to offer a few coins to get the instructions of the witch. , Know your own destiny trajectory.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This witch has always come and gone. Even the people in our caravan don’t know where she came from. She disappears from time to time, appears from time to time, like an old man or a girl, only telling those she recognizes. The fate of man."

Following this person's explanation, a villager onlookers also curiously looked at the purple tent leading to the unknown and mystery.

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