Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

"Young man, do you want some goods?" a hunched-over old woman asked.

Just by looking at her demeanor, I feel that she looks a lot like the old witch in the legends who plays witchcraft and sorcery.

But...were the people of Chelsea really this open-minded? They're even going door-to-door selling their goods? Or do they simply not consider their industry a criminal business?

Qin calmly observed the old woman before her. Her magical affinity seemed acceptable, but she shouldn't be a witch.

To determine if someone is a witch, you can usually just look at whether she has a witch brooch with star patterns on her chest.

As a symbol of honor, witches would wear brooches close to their bodies to signify their witch status, barring unforeseen circumstances. This could avoid many unnecessary troubles and perhaps even bring benefits in various ways.

However, the old woman in front of me did not have such a brooch.

“I have a newly made voodoo doll here. As long as you take a hair from your enemy and fuse it with it, then…” the old woman took out a strange grass doll and said slowly, “you can do whatever you want to this doll, and the doll’s fate will be reflected back to your enemy one hundred percent.”

A variant of damage transfer magic... well, it's a pretty nice little accessory.

Qin seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at the eerie doll that appeared to be glaring at him.

This is also a contraband, but it's not as notorious as the Love Needle. The main reason is that the Love Needle is a control-type magical item, while the Voodoo Doll, a damage-type magical item, can actually be replaced by many other magical items.

"Are there any other goods?" Qin asked.

“Yes, Soul-Devouring Incense… If your enemy inhales this stuff without them noticing, they will never wake up. Even a witch can be affected if she doesn’t carefully cast a spell on herself beforehand.” The old woman took out another red incense stick.

An enhanced version of sleep magic... seems quite powerful.

But to actually pose a threat to a witch is probably just talk.

Seeing that Qin's expression remained unchanged, the old woman assumed that Qin was not satisfied with the goods in her hands. In fact, Qin was just expressionless.

However, Qin's attitude actually put the old woman at ease.

Generally speaking, people who consider themselves righteous would avoid these somewhat vicious magical items at all costs, but Qin showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, her eyes revealed a certain appreciation, which was enough to prove that Qin was one of them.

"Young man, are you here to buy love needles?" the old woman said, uttering the question she had been wanting to ask anyway.

"Mm," Qin replied, echoing her mother-in-law's words.

"How much do you want? This stuff is scarce, I need to place an order with the higher-ups in advance. Oh, by the way, you can call me Mrs. Saber," Mrs. Saber said with a smile, extending her wrinkled hand.

Qin politely shook hands with Mrs. Sabe.

Then he put his hands behind his back and crushed a tiny worm that was trying to burrow into his body through his palm with one hand.

The creation of the delayed sleep magic... Jean looked at the kind-faced Lady Sabe with some displeasure, but because he was expressionless, his face remained calm even though he was displeased.

"I have a beautiful woman I pursued but could not win over; she rejected me..." This was the line Jean had already prepared outside Chelseas. Anyway, she was all alone, so making up whatever she wanted wasn't a big deal.

"I see... Is she an ordinary person?"

Qin understood that what she wanted to ask was whether the other person knew magic.

"The other party is a witch."

"Oh?" Mrs. Sabe's face was contorted with wrinkles, and Qin wondered if she could crush a mosquito with her crow's feet. "That's a little difficult, but don't worry, as long as the method is right, as long as the witch can't cast a spell, she'll be just like an ordinary person."

"Based on your experience, approximately how many love needles are needed?"

"To be on the safe side, it's best to use five needles. Did you bring a deposit? Five hundred gold coins as a deposit, and the remaining five hundred gold coins will be paid after delivery," said Lady Sabe.

It's really expensive... The average price is 200 gold coins for a single love needle... You know, a farming family can only be considered well-off if they can earn 20 gold coins a year even if they work themselves to the bone.

Only those who grew up surrounded by wealth can afford such luxury goods.

“I only have one hundred gold coins right now; I didn’t think I would need that many,” Qin said.

"Alright, young man, I think we're destined to meet. One hundred it is. I'll prepare the goods for you first. We'll meet here in ten days, and I'll take you to pick them up."

After the two parties reached a pleasant agreement on the deal, they went their separate ways.

In fact, Lady Sabe had also placed a tracking worm on him, but Qin deliberately did not kill it, as she did not want to alert the enemy too much.

He also wanted to study how this magical item was integrated with tracking magic.

As Qin was walking down the street, contemplating where he would sleep that night, a sudden chill swept over him from behind. This was his ingrained killing instinct, honed over many years, so he immediately turned and swung his sword, intending to cleave the attacker in two.

But in the instant he turned around, he realized that a black ball was rushing towards him.

What the hell?

A magic bomb? And with tracking magic?

Qin slashed at the black ball with her sword, but the sword seemed to pass right through it, and to Qin's astonishment, the sword continued its momentum toward her without changing.

Oh my god—I was careless, I didn't dodge!

But in the blink of an eye, there was no heavy impact, but the black ball disappeared.

No! The black sphere is inside my body. What kind of profound magic is this... Even the well-informed Jean couldn't recognize it for a moment.

If he had dodged instead of countering with a backhand, the ball wouldn't have hit him. Years of complacency have made him too arrogant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." A girl wearing a tricorn hat came running breathlessly against the wind, followed by another gray-haired girl flying low on a magic broom.

"Is that Yin-Yang Orb inside your body?" The panting girl grabbed Qin's collar and shook it.

Huh? A Yin-Yang sphere?

You're asking me? If you're asking me, who should I ask?

Is there anything wrong.

Although Qin remained silent and did not answer, she seemed to have suddenly become certain of something and began to mutter to herself, "It's all over, it's all over... What should I do?"

"Hey, I said, you don't seem to have explained the situation clearly to me." Instead, the gray-haired girl tapped the nagging girl on the head with her wand, finally pulling her out of her self-pity.

Qin immediately noticed the star brooch on the gray-haired girl's chest... a witch... and her clothes weren't the local style.

"Um... I have two pieces of bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?" the girl asked, scratching her head and chuckling awkwardly.

"Is there a difference?" Qin asked.

"Yes, they're all worse than the last. Haha..."

"bad news."

"The bad news is... you two must not be more than ten meters apart. The Yin-Yang Sphere has already taken effect. If the Yin-Yang Sphere separates by ten meters, it will explode... from the inside out..." the girl said, her small eyes peeking out, her little hands nervously pointing at each other.

The Yin-Yang Sphere?

explode?

Ok?

"And what's the worse news?" This time, it was the gray-haired girl who frowned.

"There's no solution for now. My teacher... who created the Yin-Yang Sphere, has gone abroad on a mission... haha..." she said with a laugh. She knew she had gotten herself into trouble. Not only would her teacher "care" for her if he found out about this, but the two people in question didn't seem like nice guys either.