novelraw Chapter 84: The Speed of News Spread
Chapter 84: The Speed of News Spread
Beihai teased the little fairy he had bought, placing it on the table and then poking it with his finger.
That soft, squishy texture was particularly strange and somewhat addictive. Moreover, the little fairy knew some magic and could teach Elsa a thing or two.
However, regarding the matter of teaching, Beihai realized that unless one was a proper mage—like those who used wands, recited incantations, or brewed potions, the three major types of mages!
They all had established principles from predecessors. Even the most foolish among them could use magic without needing internal magical power;
they just needed to find the right potion ratios and memorize them by rote.
Why bring this up? It's because the little fairy's method of teaching magic was essentially no different from Naruto teaching Konohamaru how to use the Rasengan.
How do you use the Rasengan? Naruto would say it's like putting a balloon in your hand, and then *pop*!
You just get the Rasengan. As for how to actually use it, it's something you can grasp intuitively but cannot be conveyed in words.
Elsa sat on a chair, head bowed in deep thought, watching the little fairy perform magic, trying to figure out the principle, wanting to cast it herself.
Beihai didn't disturb these two. He just worked on making some small gadgets with Aladdin's Lamp.
Aladdin's Lamp had wish-granting properties. In theory, as long as you visualized and described what you wanted in your heart, it could pretty much manifest it, provided it wasn't too excessive."It's about catalytic potatoes turning into thin slices, sprinkled with a bit of seasoning on top. I call this thing potato chips.
If that doesn't work, there's also throwing corn into a pot, adding some sugar, and after high heat, it pops into flowers."
Listening to Beihai's description, Aladdin only needed to snap his fingers twice, and popcorn, potato chips, and cola would appear.
Aladdin's Lamp grabbed the packaging bags, tasting the delicacies he had conjured. One had to admit, following Beihai always led to encountering novel things, and the sense of security was very strong.
Looking at the duo learning magic over there: "Hehe, if they can learn it this way, I'll eat my hat. If you ask me, if it's not working, just go kidnap an old witch."
"Isn't it because you're too useless? Besides, I don't do illegal things. I'm this strong now, naturally I should rise above such lowly interests."
Beihai immediately suppressed Aladdin's Lamp without hesitation;
it was utterly useless.
Aladdin's Lamp, feeling discouraged, could only shrink into a corner, drawing circles and starting to curse Beihai.
Compared to the rare peace on this side, the progress on the main quest concerning the old witch was not going so smoothly.
Ever since being slashed into the wall by Beihai, the old witch had suffered severe injuries. She had even released demons at that time. The current backlash plus her injuries would take years to recover from.
In that gloomy attic, she coughed incessantly. The elderly woman huddled in the shadows, her eyes always filled with malice. The room was empty, the entire floor coated with some potions by her.
"Cough, cough... soon, soon, the time is almost here."
Ever since being injured, the old witch had gone into hiding. She had also heard some rumors about subsequent developments. Of course, she had also heard about that knight's vow of protection.
And precisely because she had heard it, she had to make thorough preparations. If conditions permitted, she would naturally prefer to cast hexes and curses from a thousand miles away, piling all sorts of misfortune on him, influencing his thoughts, and subtly causing his demise without him noticing.
As for confronting and killing him head-on? That was out of the question. If she had that capability, she wouldn't be secretly hiding away, repairing her injuries while resorting to all sorts of underhanded tricks.
Initially, the old witch had thought that knight was doing futile work, essentially trading his own life for the princess's.
But upon seeing the vow of protection and the requirement to slay her, it meant fate would make them meet one way or another.
This thing was similar to a curse. The more you didn't want it to happen, fate's tricks would often backfire.
Just as the old witch thought, if she could make this princess die before turning 16, she could at least eliminate the threat early and avoid future fear and anxiety.
Actually, this didn't violate the curse either. But that knight was an obstacle she couldn't bypass. If she wanted to act in the first two years, that knight was living in the palace, accompanying that little princess. If there was any unusual movement, what if he just came charging over?
At that time, she was already injured, and the King had also ordered extensive searches. She definitely couldn't stay around the area. But after he left, if she wanted to come back to strike,
she wouldn't know which direction the knight went. If things went badly, fate would definitely make them meet on the road. After much deliberation, she could only use these few years to quickly prepare backup plans.
She would summon demons from hell to cast that knight into the legendary hell!
As long as she trapped him for some time, she could then make her move against that princess, and those threats would be perfectly resolved!
Everything, everything was about to be prepared. But for some reason, recently, procuring magical potions had become increasingly difficult for her. She always felt there were eyes watching her from all around.
This feeling made her extremely uneasy. She had always been the one secretly observing others;
when had the tables ever turned like this?
She quietly opened the door. Outside was eerie, with dark, withered branches everywhere, not even a single crow.
She cautiously walked out, disguising herself as a kind-looking old woman. After leaving her hiding place, she lingered by the river, checking that her disguise had no issues.
Then she took out some fish feed and put it into the water.
At this moment, the fish in the water began to gather around. They ate the food this old woman offered while staring at her, as if confirming something?
The old witch only felt like she was being watched, but couldn't pinpoint it. It was an intuition. Seriously, she used to do this often;
she was most familiar with this feeling.
But who could it be? She unconsciously looked at the fish she was feeding.
It was the fish in the water. But how was that possible? Not all fish could develop sentience.
It seemed she needed to move. Having this thought in mind, she turned and left.
And those fish in the water began to communicate with each other, seemingly passing along certain information. As Beihai's reputation grew larger and larger—Dragon Slayer, Sea King, and so on—
given this world's level of information dissemination, even an ant possessed considerable wisdom. Even the clouds in the sky would respond to the call of the kind-hearted.
(Slightly stuck on the writing, too many fairy tales. I'll go see which ones are suitable.)