Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"Irena, stop pretending to be asleep, they're coming soon," Jean whispered.

Elena was quite surprised.

Wasn't he under a silence spell? It hasn't been a day yet; the spell can't be broken. Her plan was that if her wand was taken from beside her pillow, she would immediately jump up, pull out another wand, and turn it into a frog.

But the truth is, it was Qin who saw through her pretending to be asleep and even reminded her.

"Can you speak?" Elena countered.

"Is this the time to worry about that? If your plan is to use this as a pretext to track down Mrs. Sabe and get to the production line behind her, then now is a good opportunity." Jean shrugged.

How did you know they were coming soon?

"I saw."

Elena stared into Qin's eyes for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

But as Qin said, now is really not the time to dwell on these trivial matters.

“You show them your wand, and leave the rest to me,” Elena said, taking the wand from beside her pillow.

Jean didn't say much, took the wand, and got up to leave. Elaina, meanwhile, resumed her feigned sleep—whether Jean could be trusted was still uncertain, but Elaina was confident she could escape unscathed.

She had never killed anyone, but eliminating threats to her own life was a last resort.

"Grandma, are you sure it's okay?" Merkel rode on Mrs. Saber's magic broom. His magical talent wasn't great, so he couldn't control the magic broom. The magic broom was operated by Mrs. Saber, who was sitting in front of him.

"Let's see how things go," Mrs. Saber said. Her plan wasn't foolproof, but its greatest advantage was that she could withdraw at any time, since she was only using an ordinary person.

I really don't know what this witch was thinking when she took in an ordinary person as her magic assistant. Maybe he was some gigolo she was keeping, and then this gigolo developed a rebellious idea of ​​taking advantage of her.

When the tracking Gu planted on the zither arrived at its vicinity, it was discovered that the zither had been waiting for a long time.

The way they waited was a bit strange. What normal person would stand in a tree waiting for someone? If it weren't for the tracking Gu's location, who would have thought of this? But judging from the magic wand in Qin's hand, it seems the plan succeeded.

"Where is she?" Mrs. Saber asked, riding on her magic broom.

“She’s sleeping inside,” Qin said.

"Let me see your wand."

After saying that, Jean tossed the wand to her.

"Grandma, did the plan succeed?" Merkel asked excitedly.

"Don't bother me." Mrs. Sabe calmly examined the wand. It was indeed a legitimate wand, not a counterfeit.

Even Merkel, who was being reprimanded, did not feel any dissatisfaction; his mind had already begun to fill with erotic fantasies.

“Well done. You are now of no use.” Lady Sabe snapped her fingers and cast a spell to activate the sleeping bug that she had implanted in Qin as a precaution.

Unbeknownst to her, the sleeping bug was killed by Qin immediately.

In fact, even if this thing were planted in Qin's body and activated, it would have no effect on him.

But Qin still tried her best to cooperate with her performance and collapsed as much as possible.

Hanging halfway up a tree to avoid falling is no easy feat...

"Idiot! Grandma is even dumber than me!" Merkel exclaimed excitedly.

"Fool! There's still a troublesome person we haven't dealt with!" Mrs. Sabe scolded. "Are you trying to wake her up by shouting like that?"

"So what if I wake you up? What's there to be afraid of in a witch without a wand? I'm curious to see if the taste of a witch is different from that of other women," Merkel said recklessly.

Qin pursed her lips without making a sound.

Good grief, are all your insults a Pyrrhic victory...?

After saying that, Merkel jumped out of the window into Irene's room, followed closely by Mrs. Sabe.

“I cast a sleeping spell on her, and she won’t wake up for a while,” Mrs. Saber said, feeling something was off; the plan seemed to have gone too far.

Is a witch really that easy to deal with?

"Hehehe." Merkel couldn't resist wanting to pounce on his beloved goddess and kiss her skin, but unexpectedly, the Elena he pounced on turned into an inflatable doll in the blink of an eye.

"Greetings, Mrs. Saber." Mrs. Saber felt something pointing at her neck.

Magic wand...

When did that witch get behind her?

"You..." Lady Sabe broke out in a cold sweat. She had never been pointed at with a wand in her entire life. Now, Elena could easily decapitate her with a simple spell.

If you still don't realize it by now, you'd be incredibly foolish.

I've been tricked... completely fooled by this witch. I bet even that useless guy at the door fell for her trick too.

"Don't kill me... I'll give you anything..." Lady Saber tried to calm the witch behind her. As long as she was alive, there was still a chance.

If you die, you won't be able to enjoy anything anymore.

"It's a pity, I think I already gave you some leeway this morning," Elena said.

Mrs. Sabe quickly considered a solution. She couldn't count on her grandson, who was already so scared he wet himself on the bed. To get the witch behind her to let her go, she needed to have something to move her.

We have no choice but to take a gamble...

“Kill me, and you’ll never get information about the production source for the rest of your life!” Lady Sabe said through gritted teeth.

She wasn't sure if Elena really cared about the source of the needle, but she knew that most of the people she came into contact with were quite interested in the source of the needle.

This accidental turn of events actually made Elena hesitate for a moment.

After all, she had indeed accepted a commission to eliminate the source of the production. If she could get the exact location, it would save her a lot of effort. But how could she quickly get this old fox to tell the truth?

Just as Elena hesitated, Lady Sabe swiftly cast a spell, releasing bursts of black mist.

She couldn't care less about that good-for-nothing grandson. Anyway, he knew nothing about the source of production, so whether he lived or died was irrelevant. Her own survival and the rise and fall of the family were the most important things.

She then broke through the barrier that Elena had temporarily set up at the window.

Her will to survive propelled her beyond her limits, and her magical power was so depleted that she was comparable to a witch for a short period of time.

Ultimately, she was already very close to being a witch. After all, she had practiced magic for so long that even the most foolish person would become almost supernatural.

But just as she was about to jump out of the window to escape and hide for a few years, a sword was pointed at her throat, making her subconsciously swallow.

what happened.

I was just pointed at the back of my neck by someone.

Now people are pointing directly at the throat.

"I'll have to clean up this mess..." Qin yawned. "Go back home by yourself, or you'll die."

"you……"

"You talk too much nonsense." Qin kicked her in the face and sent her flying back.

"Grandma...cough cough...don't leave me..." Merkel called out instinctively when he saw his doting grandmother about to run away, but the next second, his long-awaited grandmother not only returned, but also gave him a big hug, face to face, witnessing the indelible family affection that spanned two generations.

Elena spent some time clearing away the black smoke from the field and then used magic to bind the two people in front of her.

The fight just now was quite intense, and it's likely that it will be noticed soon.

But this isn't a good thing... Here, even if these two people are sentenced, their connections are enough to mitigate their crimes considerably.

The key issue is that if they are taken away by the local law enforcement, Elena will have no way of knowing the information she wants about the source of the production.

If necessary, we'll have to resort to torture now...