Chapter 469: Small show

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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 poured 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 the molting of certain insects. , Strange stones, etc., make people

who walk into it feel a mysterious breath.

Inside the tent, a veiled woman sits behind a black flannel table. She is

dressed in a dark purple robe and hood. There are asymmetrical rings on her

wrists, and her fingers wear different colors. The ring gives the feeling of a

senior person.

After the guest sat at the table anxiously and asked her questions, 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 to allow the guests to draw the

cards.

The result is always cautious amidst luck and hope amidst difficulties,

allowing visitors to imagine everything, and then firmly remembering the

witch’s warning.

"In this card, the sun is shining on the lush golden fields, 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 fields

by warcraft or beasts. The figure in it may be yourself, or it may be peeping

from the side. You have a good harvest, so you have to take care of your own

fields."

After the witch had interpreted the sign on the card to the middle-aged man,

the man solemnly nodded, thanking the witch and walked out of the tent.

At this time, the sun in the sky has passed noon. After a morning of

divination, the man at the door told that today is over. The witch must follow

some mysterious rules and the number of divinations in a day cannot exceed a

certain number of times, otherwise disasters will be incurred.

Under such an explanation, all 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, shook her head slightly, then raised the cup in front of her and

slowly drank tea.

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 work,

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

that is credible ?"

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Mira shook her ears and leaned over to look

at the lady in the blonde 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 it is a certain authority, telling you in a special mysterious ritual,

this is your destiny, will you have a sense of sacredness, and then strive 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 treat such things

too harshly."

"And sometimes too smart to see through, but it is easy to lose confidence and

hope, become concerned about gains and losses, and dare not to move forward.

"Yeah, I see, Miss." Mira felt that His Royal Highness seemed to be alluding

to herself again, and quickly nodded, hoping that this one would stop talking.

"Hey, okay, let's not talk about it, go to lunch."

Several people walked to a temporarily rented house in the village.

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The lunch in the mountain villages 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 in the province,

they seem to eat more rice. At lunch, Lorrain Hill met the light brown girl

just now.

"Good afternoon, hard work in the morning." Lorrain Hill greeted simply.

"Good afternoon, Miss Lecia." There was a big bowl of rice in front of the

girl, and a pile of meat and vegetables.

"It seems that I have a good appetite."

"Well, it's usually rare to have the opportunity to eat so much meat." She

answered while eating, and didn't care about the tedious dining etiquette. Of

course, Lorrain Hill didn't value such unnecessary etiquette.

"Then eat more. Do you usually pretend to be a witch to fortune telling 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." She chewed quickly. And then

took the time to talk about things in the caravan.

"All kinds of jobs in the caravan require a fixed person to do it. If someone

doesn't do it, you 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 eaten

two large bowls of rice and a bowl of vegetables.

"Thank you for the hospitality~" After the meal, the girl thanked Lorrain Hill

and then 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~www.mtlnovel.com~ You can also try

to make a few small shows to attract these mountains. The villagers browse

their goods.

Seeing those members contemplating and hesitating, Lorraine Hill suddenly felt

that he was acting like the teacher in charge when he was a child, and letting

the students in the class prepare for the program, after all, became the

person he hated when he was a child. But this is quite interesting. Now,

Lorrain Hill, 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 tables in 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 platform, a strange girl also walked up the steps. She has short

blond hair, is wearing a blue and white skirt, holding a cross wooden frame in

her hand, and below is a doll walking in the air with a string And waving his

arms.

"The opera of the little dolls is here for you today.

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