Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Qin stood behind Elena with her eyes closed, quietly waiting for things to unfold.

As for what Elena really wants to do... Jean isn't really concerned about that anymore.

Perhaps she was commissioned by Count Elsenna to escort a shipment of goods (love needles), or perhaps she had her own considerations and purposes, just like his previous plan—to set up a sting operation.

"Sir, it was you who placed an order with me ten days ago, wasn't it?" A frail voice rang in Qin's ears. If you listened carefully, you could tell that it was Mrs. Sabe speaking.

Clearly, this is a form of telepathic magic.

I don't know if Elena can see through it, but if Lady Saber dares to use this kind of magic in front of Elena, she must have her own confidence.

"The goods you ordered are meant to be used on this witch in front of you, aren't they?" Mrs. Sabel continued. "Do me a favor, and I'll help you make it happen."

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No, how did you come up with all this?

I was just talking nonsense back then.

But now that I think about it carefully, it's understandable that she would think that way.

It really is a coincidence...

"When she goes to sleep tonight, find a chance to hide her wand, and then leave the rest to us," Mrs. Sabel said. After she finished speaking, there was no further sound.

While talking to Qin, Lady Sabe was also chatting and laughing with Elena, introducing her to the local customs and culture of Chelsea. The harmonious atmosphere between the two was like that of close friends.

Qin sorted out her thoughts... and then closed her eyes to rest.

The meeting ended with both sides harboring ulterior motives after a young man brought a bag, which Elena accepted.

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"Grandma, didn't the sleeping spell work on her?" the young man who brought the goods asked Mrs. Sabe eagerly after Elena and her group left.

"Fool! How could such a thing possibly work on a witch!" Lady Saber was furious at the thought of him, looking at her grandson with a mixture of exasperation and disappointment. "She's a witch! A witch, you understand? There are only five witches in the entire Chernsas!"

Merkel, the young man being lectured by Mrs. Sabbas, was quite dissatisfied.

Thanks to the illicit trade route of "love needles," Merkel had become accustomed to a life of luxury, and the number of women she had slept with was countless. It was never a matter of whether she wanted something or not, but whether she could have it.

Even Merkel, who was immersed in a world of romance every day, was captivated by Irene's beauty at first sight.

Her exquisite and flawless lovely face quickly captivated him, and her captivating, glassy eyes, full of stories, were like those of a bewitching celestial being, making him unable to resist. Even being trampled underfoot by such a girl would be an unparalleled honor.

If one could taste the flavor of a girl like that... then this life would be worthwhile. And if such a girl were to become one of his dozens of concubines, that would be the ultimate pleasure.

But when he excitedly made this request to his doting grandmother, he was met with a cold response from Mrs. Sabe.

That cute girl is a witch...

My God, such a young witch.

Merkel certainly knew what a witch was... because that day she was so captivated by Elena's beauty that she subconsciously ignored the witch brooch on her chest.

Only those at the very top of the pyramid in magical skill can be called witches.

Even the youngest witch is still a witch. And it is precisely her youth that highlights the power of her magical talent. Merkel subconsciously chose to give up; after all, she needed to be alive to enjoy it.

But Elena took the initiative to approach Madame Sabe, saying that she was a special envoy sent by Count Elsena to purchase the love needles, which reignited Merkel's desire, who had originally planned to give up.

What's wrong with witches? Witches are women too, aren't they?

Without her wand, isn't she just a weak woman at the mercy of others?

Once this evil thought takes root in his heart, it becomes uncontrollable. That intense possessiveness completely overwhelmed Merkel's rational fear of the witch—wasn't the witch better? He hadn't even tasted the witch's flavor yet.

He pleaded with his doting grandmother day and night, and finally Mrs. Sabe relented, saying she would help him fulfill his wish if given the chance.

Today, he finally met the goddess of his dreams again.

She sat there as dignifiedly as ever, just as she had when they first met. However, she didn't recognize her… but soon she would.

Looking at her face, Merkel suddenly had an idea. Why not put some drugs in her coffee? Once she fell asleep, she would be completely at her mercy.

The more he thought about it, the smarter he felt. Without discussing it with his grandmother, he decided to do it.

The moment the coffee was served, Mrs. Sabe realized that her foolish grandson had done something stupid again. Even she, not being a witch, could tell the coffee had been spiked; how could this genuine witch not notice…

They're more trouble than they're worth...

But things had come to this point, and Madame Sabine could only continue acting out of professionalism. Hopefully, it wouldn't worsen her relationship with the count.

Originally, Mrs. Sabe had given up on helping her good-for-nothing grandson and just wanted to do a good job on this deal, but Qin's appearance gave her some other ideas.

It's all such a coincidence.

If we don't make good use of this ordinary person, it would be a real shame to waste such a golden opportunity given to us by God.

Judging from the looks of it, this person has been in love with this witch for a long time but has not been able to have her, which is why he ordered the love needles from her. Could she use his greed for unrequited love to achieve something good?

If the plan goes smoothly and there is a witch henchman, then this black industry chain can be expanded several times over.

This is also a good thing for the whole family.

"I don't care, Grandma already agreed," Merkel muttered, letting Mrs. Sabe's scolding go in one ear and out the other; he wasn't about to admit he was being foolish.

"Don't worry, greed is human nature," Mrs. Sabe said.

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Greed is human nature.

Irene gazed wistfully at Qin, who was asleep on a treetop. The suitcase beneath her feet contained the goods she had just received from Mrs. Sabe that morning.

She felt genuine disdain for this source of all evil.

When she passed through the Kingdom of Solia, a local official asked her for a commission—to destroy a production site for love needles in Chelsaas.

As a morally upright and exemplary witch, and also for the sake of the high reward, Elena naturally accepted this mission-driven request without hesitation.

However, Qin's appearance changed the course of her original commission, disrupting her original schedule.

However, Qin seemed to be an ordinary person, and after observing him for the past few days, no extra background or identity could be discerned.

Judging from his appearance, he might be quite skilled with his sword, but he wasn't exactly a troublesome person. So, after weighing the pros and cons, she decided to continue carrying out her commissioned mission.

After all, giving up this commission means saying goodbye to a lot of gold coins.

She sighed, placed the wand in a very conspicuous spot, and then lay down on the bed to doze off.

This morning, she could only sense that Lady Sabe seemed to have used some kind of telepathic magic, but she couldn't decipher the full meaning of the message. However, it was obvious who the recipient was.

The content of the telepathic communication can be roughly guessed from some of the words used.

Besides, Mrs. Sabe and Qin stared at each other for so long during their "first meeting." To say they had no prior contact would only fool a child.

Through these few days of getting to know each other, Elena could only tell that Qin was an absolute oddity, but she couldn't discern whether he was a good or bad person.

But since he deals with things like love needles, he must not be a very good person.

If he decides to make a move, then don't blame me for striking first.

This wand was deliberately placed by the pillow so he could see it...

As a witch, how could she only have one wand? She just wanted to see what kind of person she would be traveling with in the future, after all, the above was just her own speculation in the worst possible light.

As night deepened, Elena, who was lying in bed pretending to sleep, heard a series of footsteps.

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As expected... she shouldn't have harbored any good intentions. If she could, Elena wouldn't want to use magic to harm others, but if someone wanted to harm her first, that would be a different story.

But just as she was about to jump up and turn the offending guy in front of her into a frog, she was shocked by a sudden remark.