roccoschili Chapter 150 The Borderland of Albed Part 3
Chapter 150 The Borderland of Albed Part 3
Because the travel group needed one more person, traveling by broom became impractical.
Miss Broom will explode; she can't support the weight of three people.
And there's no room to sit down—so, I have to rely on my own two legs to keep going. Fortunately, the city of faith, East, isn't too far away; on foot, excluding rest time, it's about a month's journey.
However, supplies need to be prepared in advance, otherwise, in the wilderness, the only option is to hunt monsters and make monster barbecue for sustenance. This kind of food is very poisonous, and it is definitely a last resort for survival.
Moreover, the taste is really hard to praise.
"Are you a magician?" Elena asked.
Judging from Amysia's attire, she certainly didn't look like a magician. After all, she was dressed in light knight's clothes and had a knight's sword at her waist. But this was the border town of Albedo, and one had to disguise oneself before entering.
Elena didn't look like a magician at that moment either.
“It’s not written in the diary. I do know magic, but I can’t remember.” Emnicia shook her head. “Just by feeling, I shouldn’t know magic. My body’s instincts tell me that I was a knight of the kingdom before.”
That means you were dressed like this before you left East.
"Miss Elena's question implies you are a magician?" Emnicia asked. "Or is Mr. Qin a magician?"
“I am a witch,” Elena whispered. “He is an ordinary person.”
“I see.” Emnesia now knows, at least for now, that one cannot openly declare oneself a magician in the border town of Albedo. It is said that if discovered, one will be arrested and imprisoned until one’s family comes to ransom him—of course, that ransom is often exorbitant.
Elena wanted to ask more about Ister, but then she realized that Emnessia must have forgotten everything.
And the citizens who came from that kingdom, without exception, kept their information about the kingdom a closely guarded secret.
That's precisely why it feels so magical.
"Let me go, I'm not a magician!!" As Elena's tour group passed by a somewhat gray-black building, they heard screams and howls coming from inside.
This made her a little scared.
Judging from the appearance, this building is where magicians are imprisoned?
This is considered a landmark building of the kingdom; would you like to go inside and take a look?
just forget it.
But I'm really curious.
“You can go in by shouting that you’re a magician,” Jean said. “At worst, I’ll redeem you.”
He seemed to have noticed Irene's reckless curiosity.
"Am I crazy?" Elena retorted. "Next time we go to prison, do I have to break the law and go in there for fun first?"
"You can choose this: if the ransom can't be paid, I can break you out of prison," Qin said seriously, stating that she was breaking the law.
Elena believed that Jin would really do that.
In a different setting, it might give people a strong sense of security, but right now, that scene just feels weird no matter how you look at it.
“You two really have a good relationship,” Amuncia said with a smile.
Although we have a good relationship, can you really tell from these few sentences that we have a great relationship? Is it like I committed a crime and he broke me out of prison, so we both committed crimes together?
“I have a vague feeling that I should have another important relative, but I can’t remember them at all,” Emnicia sighed.
who is she?
She couldn't even remember how she lost her memory or why she left her hometown.
He also suffers from a curse that causes him to lose his memory every day.
No matter what happens today, I will forget it all when I wake up the next day, and I can only live by living in my daily diary.
“I can actually help you remove part of the curse on you,” Qin said. “But at most, I can only prevent you from losing your memory every day. The memories you have already lost cannot be recovered temporarily, because those memories were stolen by the person who cast the curse on you.”
Stealing... Putting that aside for now, what other outrageous things did you say?
"You can get rid of this trouble for me?" Emnicia said in disbelief.
“That’s it,” Qin said.
“What do I need to give in return… I have no money… To be honest… I don’t even think that just letting you into East is enough to repay your escort fees,” Amysia said.
He's really an honest person; people like him are rare.
Most people would never say anything detrimental to themselves unless asked to do so.
"Consider it my daily good deed," Qin said.
After all, from a certain perspective, relieving her of this trouble would at least mean that she wouldn't have to tell him who she is every day during this trip—and just reading her diary to recall what happened yesterday would take time.
“Then, what do I need to do? Lifting such a curse must be quite troublesome,” Emnicia asked.
“That’s true. But if it’s just about stopping the curse from working, that’s barely achievable,” Jean said. “The curse still exists, but its effects are no longer continuing. So, your past memories won’t come back—to completely remove it, the person who cast the curse must personally set up the ritual, and all your past memories are in that person.”
“Simply removing the curse requires a special potion, which isn’t convenient here. So let’s talk about it after we go abroad,” Jean added. “You only need to pay for the materials to make the potion. I know you don’t have the money right now, but we’ll collect the debt from you once we arrive in East.
It's rare for Qin to speak at such a long time; it's been a very long time since she's said so much in one go.
After all, when talking to other people, one usually relies on the "mouth of God" beside them.
“Thank you…” Emnicia choked out.
How naive! What if the medicine I'm preparing is poison...? Qin shook her head. She probably would drink it without hesitation, because of her so-called belief.
The world in her eyes must be quite beautiful.
Even if I lost everything, I would still feel that way from the bottom of my heart.
pretty good……
The people living in Beatrice are completely different...
pretty good……
Qin said no more. He seemed to gradually understand that the outside world his teacher spoke of truly existed in a pure place free from deceit and treachery, but such things were too rare.
“You didn’t even ask for my opinion,” Elena interrupted, raising her hand. “I’m the one who makes the potions.”
"What about Irene, the kind and lovely girl who could make anyone who sees her faint?" Qin said without changing her expression.
"Why does it sound so awkward..." He was clearly praising her, so why does it feel like she wants to compete with him when he says it? Irena temporarily ignored her slight dissatisfaction. "Actually, I have no objection."
Seemingly sensing Qin's silence, Elena added, "Having no opinion is also an opinion."