flstandardbreds Chapter 126 Rostlov, the Clock Village (A Sigh of Retrospection) Part 2
Chapter 126 Rostlov, the Clock Village (A Sigh of Retrospection) Part 2
Serena is the prototype of the Second Street Serial Killer.
She once brutally murdered several people who had no grudge against her—those she killed all died in extremely gruesome ways, their intestines and hearts chopped up and scattered all over the ground, which was enough to show Serena's madness.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be known as a serial killer.
Her killings were completely unpredictable, and her victims came from all age groups. The only thing they had in common was that they were all walking alone on the streets of 2-chome around the time of their deaths.
Without a doubt, Serena was a born crime expert. She was adept at making crime scenes chaotic, leaving everyone wondering where to begin their investigation. Had the series of murders not been so unpredictable and all pointing to the same killer, she might never have been noticed.
Even so, the experts in charge of investigating and hunting down Serena have been without success for years.
Until three years ago, Estelle, a genius magician born in Rostlov, returned home after completing her studies abroad. By then, she was already a formal witch. Through her extraordinary magical means, she quickly located Serena, captured her, and sent her to the guillotine.
This is the historical prototype of the Second Street Detective, which has now been adapted into a TV series that is repeatedly performed in Rostlov and has become a local cultural feature.
The protagonist of the story is, of course, Estelle, who is now a specially appointed magician of the kingdom. As the Lavender Witch, Estelle is a well-known figure in Rostlov in terms of both reputation and status.
Qin and Elena had just finished watching the short drama and were leaving.
"As fellow witches, I've heard that the annual salary of a specially hired magician in the kingdom is over a thousand gold coins..." Compared to most people who are focused on the murderer, Jean's focus is always quite surprising.
"Are you implying that I'm poor?" Elena said, dissatisfied.
"fact."
“How awful—don’t even say the truth,” Elena said. “Besides, if I wanted to, I could easily make over a thousand a year.”
"But now you're worrying about how to pay for tomorrow's bread."
"Don't insult someone by revealing their weaknesses."
Too much...
But what Qin said was true. After being ridiculed like that, Elena couldn't even bring herself to shamelessly ask Qin for money.
He was probably just trying to tell me not to waste money in the future—after all, he's not very emotionally intelligent and his words are unpleasant… but I was still angry. Oh well, he just treated me to a show—so I mercifully forgave him.
"Hmph—I'm going to make a fortune right now," Elena said.
Let me look at my glass ball—no, where's my crystal ball...?
In my pocket?
Not here...
In my backpack?
no……
In my magical space?
It's so messy and confusing, I don't want to look through it anymore—this is really bad, when was the last time I did a divination?
If I just go there directly, I should be able to attract customers, right? I can't exactly ask Qin for money on credit to buy a ball first. As Elena was thinking about how to make money, her eyes suddenly caught sight of a recruitment poster posted in the corner of the wall.
"We are sincerely recruiting experienced magic assistants. Competitive compensation."
The signatory appears to be Estelle.
That name sounds so familiar—but, as a seasoned magician, you're practically pronouncing my name, Elena—who else could it be but me?
Elena peeled off the poster, glanced at the contact address, and after a moment remembered who Estelle was—the genius witch, the kingdom's specially hired magician.
“I’m going to check out this job. Would you like to come with me?” Elena said.
"I prefer to browse books in bookstores..."
Damn it, just because you're rich doesn't mean you can be so great.
But he couldn't do much in the past, since he was currently just an ordinary person who didn't know magic, although he could easily defeat others without magic.
Going alone seems really boring.
Elena nodded, and then followed the directions on the poster to the location, temporarily parting ways with Qin.
Soon, she arrived at a somewhat luxurious house. Hmm... the kind of place rich women live in. I'm determined to live in an even more luxurious one someday. First floor: dining room; second floor: bedroom; third floor: my collection room; fourth floor...
Elena fantasized about what it would be like to be a rich woman in the future, and then knocked on the front door.
"Creak—" The wooden door opened along with the sound of wind chimes.
Peeking out from behind the door was a purple-haired girl wearing a magic hat. She had thick dark circles under her eyes and looked very tired. Her gaze towards Elena was also drowsy.
"You're a witch, aren't you?" The purple-haired girl noticed the star brooch on Elaina's chest. "Are you here for a job interview?"
“Yes, I heard the benefits here are good,” Elena said.
"Aren't you going to ask about the job details first?" The purple-haired girl pouted. "Never mind, none of that matters. I am the Lavender Witch Estelle, and I am also the client of this job."
"Elena, the Gray Witch." Elena extended her hand and shook hands with Estelle.
"Come in, the room is a bit messy, please don't mind." Estelle opened the door wide, and Elena walked in.
It's a bit messy...
Do you have some misunderstanding about the concept of "something"? I can hardly find my footing.
All sorts of equipment were scattered all over the ground. I was really afraid that I might accidentally step on some priceless magical equipment and then demand compensation—not only would I be working for nothing, but I would also have to ask Qin to redeem me—just thinking about how Qin would mock me...it was too terrifying.
"You don't seem to test my magical abilities either," Elena asked, starting a conversation.
“A witch is enough to represent a lot. Miss Elena, I know you want me to praise you, but I became a witch when I was fourteen.” Estelle seemed quite proud.
"So when did you become an apprentice witch?"
"Eleven years old."
"So it took three years for her to go from an apprentice witch to a witch?"
"That's one way to understand it."
"Hey, it only took me a year."
The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward. Estelle's facial muscles were almost bursting with tension as she looked at the proud Elaina. Was she here to look for a job or to fight...? Never mind—I provoked her first... Witches are all a bit proud and arrogant.
Estelle opened the door to her lab: "The job is simple: come with me somewhere. Then, this bag of gold coins is yours."
Elena saw a sack full of gold coins...
The last time I saw so many gold coins was... wait, what am I saying? Are you rambling incoherently under the glow of these mere golden legends? Elena, you need to wake up.
"Really?" Elena estimated that there were no less than three hundred gold coins, enough for her to eat and drink to her heart's content for a very long time. She truly deserved to be called a rich woman.
But then again... wouldn't her task be extremely difficult?
How could it be simple?
“I won’t be short of money…” Estelle said.
Damn it—she really pulled it off this time; I can't compete with her.
"Where do I go with you?" Elena asked.
Estelle pointed to the floor.
“I don’t understand. If you said it was your room, and I’m already here, shouldn’t you pay me?” Elena said.
“Did you never see gold coins in your past life?” Estelle said.
amount……
"Come with me to... Rostov ten years ago." Estelle looked at Elena with somewhat weathered eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately, saying words that Elena couldn't quite understand.
Ten years ago…
Going back in time?