I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

If every sleep is an interruption of consciousness, then waking up the next day means a new self.

The touch of calm water, as calm as ice, permeated Claire's soul.

It seemed like a cry from the distant heaven, appearing and disappearing.

"Claire! Wake up."

"Hmm~Okay~"

Her golden hair was scattered messily on the bed. The sunlight was shining on the windowsill. Claire felt a little tired all over.

He struggled to get up from the bed and came to the mirror. In the mirror was a girl with golden hair. Her sleepy wine-red eyes were staring at him from under her messy hair.

The brown linen clothes she wore showed the girl's status in this world.

"It's been nine years since I came to this world..."

Nine years seemed to have just passed.

She often felt that she had not yet woken up from that blue dream and always felt that she was still living on that beautiful planet.

In her previous life, she was an ordinary college student who had just graduated and entered the workforce a few days ago. On her way to work, she was crossing the road without paying attention and got into trouble.

I lived in a daze for more than 20 years, and only realized when I died that I had done almost nothing meaningful.

What happens after death? Have you seen the afterlife?

Claire didn't remember anything either. She only knew that she seemed to be soaking in pitch-black water and couldn't breathe. She thought it was the underworld, but she couldn't see any ghosts or demons.

Then, in a flash of light, accompanied by a language of surprise that the outsiders could not understand, she knew - she had traveled through time.

It's the rebirth of the soul. At least he has a normal identity at the beginning, which is something to be celebrated.

If it is a physical time travel, then he will have to face various language problems. For "him" who was a otaku in his previous life, it is simply a hell of difficulty.

But just when she was rejoicing, her parents in this life were killed by robbers on the way to Forsyth City.

The robbers were then killed by Uncle Lin who came rushing over. He was the village blacksmith and had been a hunter in his early years so he had some strength.

Being transformed into a young female in this harsh Middle Ages, and losing both parents, is probably a nightmare even more difficult than hell.

Fortunately, she was finally adopted by Uncle Lin. Her home was in a remote mountain village. As we all know, the novice village at the beginning is generally the safest.

As for whether I will get married in the future, I will have to deal with it as I please.

No, absolutely not, getting married is a forbidden thing!

Claire always thought of herself as a tough guy, and even if she was reincarnated, she would definitely live freely in this world!

Soon—Claire had been hanging around in this barren village for nine years...

And it was nine years of mediocre life, no killing monsters and leveling up, and no thrilling adventures.

He even often called for the system to come in the middle of the night, but unfortunately Tongzi was not there.

However, although the system is absent, the golden finger is still there.

There is a green seed in my mind, which looks like a flower seed and a little like a relic, emitting a faint fluorescence, as if it contains some mysterious power.

As long as Claire closed her eyes, she could feel the presence of this seed.

She could clearly feel the seed spinning slowly in her mind, as if it was closely connected to her consciousness.

As the years passed, Claire grew up, and the green seed in her mind also underwent subtle changes.

It no longer just stayed quietly in her mind, but began to emit a unique fragrance that only Claire could smell. It seemed to come from the depths of her soul, deeply nourishing her spirit.

Whenever Claire closed her eyes, she could clearly feel the fragrance filling her mind.

Under the influence of this fragrance, Claire's memory and spirit seemed to have been greatly improved. She could easily remember every book she had read, every event she had experienced, and even recalled every detail of her past life.

Most importantly, her strength has increased, at least not inferior to that of an average adult.

"If only the gold finger was a little more powerful," Claire muttered to herself.

Claire slumped down in front of the bed, thinking distressedly about the future.

There is magic in this world.

If it were just a few words, Claire would have regarded it as a rural ghost story.

However, if several passing merchants mentioned things like "Magic Academy", "Holy Knights" and "Adventurers", then this means that this world is definitely not as simple as it seems.

"Perhaps the golden finger will change after being exposed to the extraordinary power of this world..."

Walking out of the room, I saw Aunt Brunada mopping the floor diligently. She is Uncle Lin's wife, and they are all ordinary villagers like her.

Claire had hoped immensely that there would be a big boss like the Sweeping Monk in the village, or a highly respected old wizard who had seen through the mundane world and lived in seclusion, who would accept her as a disciple.

“Alas, information asymmetry…”

"Claire, what are you mumbling about? Get dressed and hurry up to deliver food to your Uncle Lin! Isn't the delivery deadline almost here today?"

The village is called Maitland Village, and Maitland refers to a certain purple flower in the common language.

The castle commanded by Baron Forsyth, a subordinate of Maitland, has only a few thousand people.

Lynn is a famous blacksmith around the castle. Although he has never left Forsyth in his life, his superb craftsmanship often attracts foreign merchants to purchase weapons.

It was a clear autumn morning, the morning sun shining peacefully on the tawny trees and the still green fields.

"Claire, Mom's cooking today is just as delicious! We have to work even harder today! We have to try to inherit Uncle Lin's cooking skills as soon as possible!"

Lin En swung the hammer vigorously, and the weapon rack was filled with weapons with a cold glow.

The 20-kilogram steel ingot collided with fire and was hammered, and the blade glowed red under the high temperature. Every time it was hammered, Lin En would roar excitedly and then show off his well-developed muscles.

Claire looked down at her dark linen clothes with a dazed look on her face, speechless.

That's right, Claire's daily task was to work for Uncle Linn, burning iron, pouring, hammering, repeating the same routine over and over again. Looking at the pig iron tumbling in the charcoal fire, Claire hugged her messy blond hair and said in pain:

“Why am I working here as a blacksmith?!”

"Eh? You want to make money, right? I don't have any apprentices here, and you haven't decided what you want to do in the future, right? So, help me out~"

As the saying goes, children from poor families grow up early, although Claire realized this since she was five years old.

But she didn't promise to spend the rest of her life as a blacksmith girl.

Well, let's just consider it a way to strengthen my body. I've heard that some famous knights worked as blacksmiths before they rose to prominence. It's just ironwork, isn't it? It's much better than being a weak magician.

Claire consoled herself.

Her only good friend is not with her yet, she should be picking apples with her mother.

Although her good friend Arya was not by her side, Claire also had her own things to do.

In addition to helping Uncle Lin with his work in the blacksmith shop every day, his biggest hobby is reading general knowledge books borrowed from regular merchants.

Today was the same. After helping Uncle Lin, I changed into clean clothes and waited for the merchant's carriage to receive the goods.

"I heard that there was a conflict between the Kingdom of Carlisle and the neighboring Principality of Harlan." Claire asked Uncle Lin.

"Well, I heard Blair talk about this last time, but it shouldn't be a big problem."

Claire's village was located in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Carlisle, quite far from the border.

Even if a war breaks out, it will not affect here.

After a while, merchant Blair's carriage arrived.

A powerful horse neigh drew the villagers' attention to two black horses pulling a cart.

The glass windows of the gorgeous carriage were carved with lush vines, and the glittering gold edges on the carriage further enhanced its luxury.

"Hiss, Blair got rich again." Uncle Lin's teeth ached.

Businessman Blair is well-known in the business world for his keen business acumen and flexible communication skills.

He is tall, wears a pair of glasses, and his wise appearance often makes people think that he is a wise man.

But in fact, he always manages to gain the upper hand in negotiations with his eloquence and is a true businessman.

Blair got off the carriage, wearing a valuable velvet robe and holding an exquisite cane. He smiled and nodded to the villagers, then walked straight to Uncle Lin's blacksmith shop.

"Uncle Lin, I'm here to pick up the goods." Blair's voice was full of confidence and expectation.

Uncle Lin nodded and motioned for him to wait a moment.

After a while, he took out several exquisite weapons from the shop. Those weapons gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and were obviously of top quality.

Blair took the weapons with satisfaction and praised them, "Brother Lin, your craftsmanship is truly well-deserved. These weapons will surely fetch a good price."

The two sat by the fire and began to chat.

"The war is really about to begin."

Uncle Lin En sighed and said, "Yeah, I heard that too. I hope this war won't affect us."

At this moment, Claire was looking at Blair curiously with her red eyes. Her voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of a mountain stream: "Uncle Blair, did you bring any books this time?"

After waiting for the two to finish the delivery, Claire asked impatiently.

Claire's eyes were crimson, like two burning flames, radiating a spirit and intelligence. In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if she could see through people's hearts and everything in the world.

Blair smiled slightly when he heard this. He walked over to Claire, bent down, and gently touched her soft golden hair. His fingers gently slid across her golden hair, as if playing a beautiful piece of music.

"Of course, my little Claire. How could I forget to bring you books?" Blair said, taking out several exquisite books from the carriage and handing them to Claire.

Claire's eyes widened. "Wheel of Time?"

Written in gold-plated font in the common language of the mainland.

"Yes, I asked someone to copy it from the Kingdom Library." Blair smiled.

"This is a comprehensive history book that combines mythology and kingdom history... To some serious historians, it's not considered true historical research. But for you, it's enough."

Claire took the book, a glint of joy flashing in her eyes.

After Blair left, I took advantage of my free time to read under a big tree by the stream.

But the children in the village were ignorant and always provoked her and took pleasure in it.

At first, Claire was weak and often bullied by these little brats. But perhaps because she had worked as a blacksmith for a year, Claire's strength began to far exceed that of her peers. This made it difficult for those kids. Every time they came to provoke her, she would fight them off with her fists.

So the entire Maitland village, children from 6 to 15 years old, all followed her as their leader, but Claire had no interest in being the leader of the children.

"From the ancient Twilight Age?" Curiosity and desire gleamed in her red eyes.

Her fingertips gently stroked the pages of the book, as if she could feel the heavy history and wisdom carried on each page of paper.

In fact, in the world of previous lives, mythological history is generally the key to unlocking the past. The metaphors and rhetoric contained therein are, to some extent, true reflections of stories from ancient times.

If you refer to the magical properties of this world, then this book actually has a very high reference value.

In the Age of Twilight, chaos was divided, the world was created, and the gods were born. After the Primordial Age, the gods awakened, shaped the world, and separated the laws.

"In the later Ancient Daytime Era, even dragons and gods appeared. Is this really history?" Claire was a little surprised.