Chapter 51: Getting to Know the Old Witch
“I heard we’ve got another sorceress in Fengniao Town!”
“Wow! Two witches! Our town seems to be a magnet for them!”
“Silly, that witch was rescued by Mr. Ron, not here on her own!”
“Then Mr. Ron must really fancy witches! It must be like that, no doubt!”
“No doubt! Mr. Ron always seems quite fond of women!”
In Fengniao Town, the Phylin tribe enthusiastically discusses the newcomer, Eveum.
The consensus was that Ron really liked witches. Of course, witches must also like Ron. Moluna is the best example. What’s this? Mutual attraction! The Phylin tribe loves this kind of thing the most!
“Maybe we can use witches as an attraction for tourism in the future!”
“Tourism!? Are you a genius!?”
“Can we have a tourism industry in the Fengsha Basin!?”
“Of course! There’s nothing that can’t be done!”
The Phylin tribe cheers at the prospect. Though Fengniao Town’s development is just beginning, they are already looking forward to the future.
Being holed up in caves limited the imagination of the Phylin tribe.
“Hello, I am the new witch you’ve been discussing.” Eveum greeted the Phylin tribe with a calming smile.
Her magical abilities have stabilized after a day’s rest in Fengniao Town. However, her body was still a bit frail, occasionally experiencing weakness. So she couldn’t return to her treehouse. Fengniao Town was too far.
“You are the Phylin tribe living here, right?” Eveum’s voice was gentle, bringing a sense of calm. Even without doing anything, she exuded a feeling of love, radiating a maternal glow.
“Mom!” One Phylin tribe member yelled out.
“You fool! She’s a new witch, not your mom!” Others immediately cover his mouth. Despite their spirited conversations, they know their limits, like not speaking ill of others directly. Suddenly, calling someone unfamiliar with “mom” just seems wrong.
Hearing the tribe’s conversation, Eveum laughs, “You guys are really amusing.”
“Amusing?! That’s not a good word!”
“That’s right, we’re not toys!”
“Yeah! That’s why we’re not amusing!”
The Phylin tribe didn’t agree with Eveum’s statement.
“You can’t use ‘amusing’ to describe us.”
Loloan appeared and shouted, “We are hardworking and brave!”
“That’s right, we’re hardworking and brave!” The other Phylin tribe echoed one after another.
“I’m sorry for my earlier words. Consider this my compensation.” With that, Eveum produced several berries in her palm. Even though they didn’t know how the berries appeared, the Phylin tribe was delighted.
Loloan, after receiving berries, straightforwardly accepted Eveum’s apology. “We forgive you!”
“Can you tell me the stories of this place?” Eveum inquired.
In her impression, Fengniao Town seemed like a place where no one dared to live. She didn’t know what happened when the dark mud engulfed her.
Judging from the environment, it seemed that Ron was helping Fengsa Basin.
Eveum wanted to learn more about Ron’s situation and assess his trustworthiness.
“If you want to know what has happened recently in the Wind Veil Basin, we can slowly tell you,” Susua said, sitting on a stone pillar.
“By the way, I’m quite curious about what happened to you, Witch of the Green,” he added in a deep voice.
“My story? It’s probably not very interesting,” murmured Eveum.
“Eveum, where are you?” Moluna came out looking for Evum.
Eveum’s body couldn’t travel long distances, and Moluna worried about her leaving Wind Bird Town.
Soon, Moluna found Eveum at the central fountain, surrounded by the Phylin Tribe.
“Come out for a walk. I don’t want to stay in the room constantly,” Eveum said gently. “I coincidentally met Susua here.”
“I’ve heard much about Lord Ron from here,” she laughed.
Through the Phylin Tribe’s words, she had a bit of an understanding of what kind of person Ron was.
“Right? I told you, Lord Ron is remarkable,” Moluna nodded calmly.
“He truly is an extraordinary person,” Eveum said, patting a Phylin Tribe member’s head.
Rebuilding an abandoned town in such a barren place is not something an ordinary person can achieve.
Leading the Phylin Tribe is even more incredible. Although not as severe as witches, the Phylin Tribe also faces significant discrimination.
“If there were more people like him, it would be better,” Eveum murmured, closing her eyes.
Moluna, upon hearing Eveum’s words, remained silent for a while before shaking her head, “That’s impossible.”
