#Chapter39
We reached the village of gold I had left behind. Everything was looted away, all that remained were ruins of houses I was once familiar with. Even after five years, I remember these streets. I reached the cottage. Everything was laying on the floor, rancid and trashed.
/"We might consider cleaning this place before actually starting to live here,/" I said.
/"How will we clean all this?/" Gaël asked.
/"Like this,/" I clipped my fingers and everything but the walls turned to water and flushed out through the cottage. The walls turned to wood and so did the floor. I felt my stomach grumbling, /"Food,/"
I went out, plucked out some grass and it turned to potatoes, /"Well,/"
/"Well,/" Gaël laughed, /"I can cook,/"
/"You can?/"
/"My dad is a cook,/" He took the potato from me. How does make any sense? Maybe I'm an idiot to get this logic.
