Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 239: The Witch of Mountain

Claude didn't know why the young wizard and the big black wolf were hiding in the woods, and the young wizard saw the hostility and alertness clearly. Though he did not go to great lengths to subdue the young wizard, he did not have a deep meaning and had to figure out why.

Claude, who travels across this alien world, also retains the most basic moral threshold of previous life and respects the privacy of others. Since the young lady teacher was reluctant to communicate with him, he would not force her to leave things such as the food he was carrying with him, except that he wanted to help the young lady teacher without asking for simple help in return. Because he understood how difficult it was not to communicate with the outside world and live alone in the mountains, what was seen in the shack illustrated everything.

Looking back again, he saw that the maiden magician had untied the hemp rope that tied the great black wolf, one wolf at a time staring at him. Claude smiled and waved at the young wizard, turning away in a wolf howl.

Perhaps you could ask the old man about the young girl wizard, the villagers of these squirrel villages hiding information about the young girl wizard hiding in the mountain forest, and you should know something. Now that I've seen this young wizard and that big black wolf, I think the village elder won't be hiding anymore.

Returning to Luke Road, he headed straight for Squirrel Village, not the way he came back. In fact, from this direction, just by turning over a small hill and two earth mounds, you reach the hillside behind Squirrel Village with the small woods, and then from the hillside down the trail is Squirrel Village, which is half way there.

It was about 9: 00 p.m. in Squirrel Village, and after looking at the shanty houses and shacks in the dark Squirrel Village, the villagers wanted to go to bed early. Claude is going to talk to the village chief tomorrow and go back to the cantonment camp to get some food.

In the kitchen on the ground floor, I grabbed something and Claude walked upstairs. As soon as he got upstairs, Claude's face sank, because all the furniture in his bedroom was in the hallway, and Markie, the bastard, was standing in the empty room frowning and thinking, “Where the hell are you hiding? ”

“What are you doing?” Claude pulled the tone out of his face. The bastard was a little too bold to empty the whole room in search of two bottles of good wine he was hiding. It seemed impossible not to teach him a lesson.

“Er...” Markie stunned, and Claude stood in front of him with a dark face, hurrying to stand up: “Sir, because the rainy season is approaching, I'm worried that your room is too boring, so while you're out today, just take all the furniture out for ventilation and sprinkle some insect repellent powder to avoid creating mold spots in the rainy season...”

“So I should thank you again?” The bastard, obviously looking for two bottles of good wine to hide, said the excuse so brightly, obviously he came to his room with an excuse.

“You are welcome. It is the duty of your subordinates to serve the chief.” Marky the bastard still climbs the straw.

“Oh, Marky, you bastard!” Claude was laughing at him, poking his fingers in his chest: “You and I both know what you're doing. But your excuses are well thought out, and I can't punish you. Now you have 10 minutes to get my room back where it was. By the way, I sent Mike and Gemmy to the barracks this morning to get some more wine back in town. If someone upsets me, I don't mind giving him a restraining order during the rainy season so he can't drink a drop of wine...”

“Got it, sir. Don't worry, I'll get your room back where it was.” Markzi slipped downstairs immediately, and then a loud voice sounded, ordering the two commuters living in the grocery room to immediately go upstairs and help him move the furniture. The guy knew he couldn't have put the heavy furniture back in place in ten minutes.

Perhaps I was too indulgent with this bastard... Claude was still reflecting until he was lying in bed, but Marky, as sergeant, was the squadron captain of Claude's squadron. If this squadron is removed, Claude will be ordered directly by two artillery units of ten soldiers, plus a telecommuter and Mike, three big Grimes.

As a second-in-command at this camp, Sergeant Markci couldn't help but think of Claude for a while, especially on business, which really kept Claude from finding anything wrong and usually respected Claude. After half a day of thinking about it, Claude found that he really couldn't handle the veteran oil. After all, the bastard was just an alcoholic and tried to steal two bottles of good wine from Claude's collection, which would only be a joke on the table.

“Never mind, this soul is faint, wait for a chance to clean him up later.” I couldn't figure it out. Claude was tired of climbing the mountain and fell asleep with his pillow.

The next day, Claude got up and walked to the old man's old wooden house. The whole squirrel village is also the village elder's house, unlike a shack, slightly more like it, but it is also very dilapidated. The old village chief and his old lady are both at home, gathering firewood in the yard. The rainy season of more than 20 days is fast approaching, and firewood is an important reserve for this period, and if fuel is lacking during the rainy season, raw food will be the only way to eat.

Claude sits down with a broken stake and opens the door to the mountain: “I went up to the mountain yesterday and saw the big black wolf and the...”

“Wow." The old man and his old lady were carrying firewood all over the ground, interrupting what Claude was about to say. The old man and the old woman both stared in awe at Claude, looking a little stubborn.

“No, why are you two looking at me like that?” Claude feels strange.

The village chief took a look at his wife, and the old lady caught sight of herself and rushed to the courtyard door to see if anyone was eavesdropping, then nervously closed the old wooden door.

“Sir, did you really see the witch in the mountains?” The old man mysteriously stuck around Claude and lowered his voice.

Claude almost didn't hear what he was saying.

“My lord, you are so bold, the witch is so horrible, you are not afraid?” The old lady also came together.

Claude suddenly remembered that ugly, weird mask on the wooden wall of the Teenage Mage's den, and moved, and maybe these villagers didn't know that the witch they were talking about was the Teenage Mage.

“Is she a witch? I didn't think that much, I just thought she was an old, ugly, crazy woman, but it was true that she was with a big black wolf. I also spoke to her and asked her what direction Squirrel Village was in, because I had lost my head in the mountains and lost my way. It had already started to get dark that day and I ran into her. She didn't speak, just pointed to the village and told me the direction, and I came back.” Claude deliberately trivialized what they said about seeing that so-called witch.

“Wow, my lord, you are so lucky to meet this witch at a moment of sobriety, nothing happened...” the old lady exclaimed.

“Wake up? What do you mean, this witch is crazy?” Claude asked.

“Not a madman, but this witch turns into a big black bear. She would be very violent if she became a big black bear, and if she met her then maybe something terrible would happen...” The village elder answered very positively.

Shit turns into a big black bear. It's just that the young wizard has a bear skin. It's enough to scare these unknown villagers.

“I am telling the truth…” The village elder saw Claude's face unbelievably and gave an example in haste: "Once before, our lord took a man hunting in the mountains, several of his servants were attacked by the witch's great black bear, three dead and one wounded, scared the lord to return with his friend even at night, and he did not go hunting in the mountains for years to come. I saw the bodies of those three servants with my own eyes, and they were lacerated with bear-claws. Because it was the lord who forced us out of the village to collect the body. Fortunately, we didn't meet the witch...”

Looks like something's wrong, Claude. Think about the age of that young wizard, thinking she was supposed to be a child years ago, and couldn't possibly deal with those strong servants.

“How many years have you known about this witch?” Claude asked.

“This?” The village elder thought about it and said, 'It's been over twenty years, and I've been saved by her. When I was in my thirties, the lord's butler came to the village to ask us to hand over the purple grass, and we couldn't help but go to the mountains to find it. After spending four or five days in the mountains, I finally picked up purple grass on a cliff, but when I came down, I rolled down accidentally, and before I passed out, I saw a big black bear pounding at me.

I thought I was dead, but when I woke up, I found myself lying under a big tree with all the wounds wrapped up and the medicine on it felt very cool. Most of the stuff around me was still there, and the violet grass was fine, just a little salt and two coarse barley cakes were taken away. And there's a word on the floor that allows us to exchange salt and food for her when we get sick.

My lord, our green ointment was actually exchanged from the witch, so the last time you wanted to buy a prescription, we didn't want to sell it, but we didn't know. This green ointment is not for the treatment of trauma. In the past, this witch had a black ointment, which was very tested for the treatment of trauma. But for two years, she said that the black ointment was missing and could not be made. Only this green ointment for the treatment of cold fever was left... ”

The elder village chief revealed a lot of clues in what he said, which allowed Claude to confirm that the witch he said was not the same person as the current sorceress, and should be the elder of the sorceress, but for some reason her elder was not here, leaving only the sorceress posing as her elder, alone in the mountains and the great black wolf.

“The witch in the mountains didn't hurt your squirrel village, did she?” Claude asked.

“No, my lord.” The village elder said: "Everyone in the village knows that the witch tree behind the hill is her territory and we will not go near it. One is too far away, the other is near the mountain, there are many black bears out there, our villagers are moving around, cutting firewood and collecting mountain goods. And the green ointment with the witch has become a specialty of our village, and the merchants will come and exchange drugs with us...”

Claude nodded: "No wonder I said I was going back to the mountains and you all told me not to go. I was afraid I'd find the secret. ”

“Forgive me, my lord.” The village elder sincerely apologized: “If we were from our village, we wouldn't worry, even if we met the witch, it wouldn't have happened. But you are an outsider, that witch doesn't know, very likely to hurt you, that's what we're afraid of..."

“It's all right.” Claude laughed, "I will not disturb her tranquillity, nor will I blame you for hiding the secrets of this mountain witch. I'll help you hide it. I won't tell anyone. Speaking of which, I should thank her for showing me the way in the mountains, otherwise I might not be able to walk around the mountains. Since she needs salt and food, I'll bring some past to trade with her in a couple of days, you won't blame me...”

“Ah, no, my lord,” said the village elder, "in fact, we are all grateful to her because her ointment gave us supplies to exchange with the merchants. It's just that our village is too poor to provide her with better food and things. Sir, if you are willing to help us with this, how can we blame you? ”

“Okay, then it's settled. You guys are busy, I'm leaving first, and by the way, in two days, McJackie and Gemmy will be back from town with some supplies and rye wine, and you can trade mountain goods if you need them in your village.” Claude stood up and walked out the door.

“Ah, thank you so much for your care.” The village elder and his wife thanked each other. Without the lord now, the mountain goods picked by the villagers became their own income. It was not a good idea to exchange them for Claude. After all, they had to go a long way to town, which was almost as far away as catching up.