flstandardbreds Chapter 134 Rochester, the Land of Water 5
Chapter 134 Rochester, the Land of Water 5
"Qin—don't you understand? You're just being used, just like me."
The druid's whispers would occasionally reach Qin's ears. After all, they had always had a symbiotic relationship. Ever since leaving Beatrice, the demon had been residing in her body, constantly thinking about how to steal control.
Most of the time, Qin was in control, and he could even basically block out those vulgar words.
“You knew all along… She absolutely knew you could leave Beatrice—it was all within her tacit approval. You never truly escaped Beatrice.”
Most of the time, these foul whispers are very noisy.
But sometimes, these words do contain some truth.
“She just wants to use us, and we’re on the same page about that,” the druid said.
Instigation is something demons excel at, but they cannot use magic before their physical form descends, which makes them no deadly threat.
However, one must be very careful not to fall into their verbal traps, or one could easily be bewitched into the abyss.
That doll...
Qin had already guessed the name that came from the giant object.
It should be said that he had thought about this day ever since he left Beatrice.
He knew exactly how hellish Beatrice was, and he understood just as clearly how difficult it was to escape that hell.
Angela the Fool...
Qin turned to the next page—the page of Beatrice, the genius woman who seemed forever unaware of her hidden secrets, the one at the very top. That doll could only be her.
Although she couldn't guess the specific purpose at all, there was no doubt that she absolutely wanted to help her achieve something.
But there was absolutely no way she could align herself with the devil—Jin knew perfectly well how adept He was at taking advantage of weaknesses. If she truly obeyed Him, she would only be taken advantage of.
At most, the relationship between myself and Him is one of mutual exploitation.
He expects himself to be the most suitable host for Him.
He also hoped to use His power to do things. However, this aspect had to be put on hold, as the cost was too high. Even if the floodgates of power were opened only slightly, he was not confident that he could close them again.
As for what the Fool really wanted to do—Qin didn't want to care, nor could she. Leaving aside whether she could handle that monster, even if she really had to strike first and kill it...
That was just one of her dolls, and there were countless dolls like that in Beatrice.
Even if we take a step back and assume the Fool died suddenly, Slater and the Snow Guards would still find a way to track him down.
The Sighing Snowfield, which is difficult for most witches to cross, always has a way of overcoming the Snow Guards. Qin even knows that there is a witch genius among the Snow Guards who is known as the Traveling Witch. She created magic to open spatial portals and teleport from one place to any place that can be located.
The farther the teleportation distance, the greater the magic consumption; but there are more ways to reduce magic consumption.
Therefore, Qin was not surprised at all that someone would come after them. If he really wanted to talk about what was strange, he was more surprised that so many witches in Beatrice were settled in that snow-covered place.
Their crossing of the snowfield to reach the outside world was a matter of cost, not impossibility. A mere snowfield couldn't possibly stop so many witches, especially Beatrice's witches.
Ultimately, since overthinking is pointless, let's just take it one step at a time.
People shouldn't give up on life today just because they're afraid of dying tomorrow.
She didn't know which book she'd read it in, but it really suited her current situation. Qin glanced at the bread on the table; it was prepared by Elena.
To be honest, he wasn't used to eating this kind of food.
After all, they've been living off tree bark and dew for so long that they wouldn't be used to eating such fine chaff.
Habits are something that can't be changed overnight.
Many times, Jean wanted to tell Elena to stop this pointless practice—he knew that making potions was very expensive, and it wasn't worth it for such a trivial matter of satisfying one's appetite.
Anyway, I've been used to it for a long time.
And she herself is the kind of person who spends money like water.
But for some reason, Qin had a gut feeling that if he said those words, Elena would probably be very upset.
Although she didn't know why this kind of energy conservation made her sad, Qin followed her body's instincts and didn't say those words.
"And she's been acting strangely lately," Qin muttered to herself. "Her symptoms seem like she's getting her period."
After all, he wanted to help her in any way he could, it's only fair to reciprocate—but he couldn't solve his confusion even after flipping through several books. Finally, he found the topic of menstruation in a book on human anatomy.
The other person will be mentally unstable—that's absolutely right.
However, many features don't match up, such as why her eyes are darting around. Perhaps her constitution is different from that of normal women.
She's a witch after all; what if her constitution is different...?
Qin finished reading the book in her hand and subconsciously reached for another one, only to realize that she had already read all the books on the side next to her. She had just asked Elena for a book and been scolded by her.
"If I have no books to read, what should I do?" Qin suddenly pondered.
Then let's go buy some books.
After all, it's not good to always borrow from others.
Qin leaned forward and left her seat, then prepared to leave the hotel.
At the hotel entrance, I saw Elena staring blankly at the large raindrops falling from the sky. She still looked unwell. Did she really not have a fever?
"Drink more hot water," Qin Huo reminded him, quoting a line from a book, before opening her umbrella.
“I didn’t come for my period—and where are you going?” Elena glared at Qin, that damn blockhead.
"Buy books," Qin said. "Do you need me to buy them for you?"
“I’ll just look at what you bought,” Elena said.
"That's true." Qin nodded and walked into the rain, holding her umbrella.
Rochester is notoriously rainy. Luckily, the bookstore wasn't far away—come to think of it, if it were me in the past, I probably wouldn't have used an umbrella most of the time, since I wouldn't catch a cold from getting wet.
To be honest, I used to enjoy being drenched in the rain.
Without realizing it, I had already changed.
Qin carefully folded the umbrella and placed it at the entrance of the bookstore.
This change is like how I seem to have become less suicidal without even realizing it; humans are truly amazing.
Although there are still many things I don't understand, such as why I changed, but...
At least Qin knew very well who had caused this change in her.
This might explain why I was somewhat concerned about her feelings and subconsciously thought about how to speak to her.
Although I don't understand what this feeling is.
But perhaps, I don't need to seek knowledge at all.