The darkness of her vision was ablaze with a ghostly green wildfire; the woman's eyes were unintoxicated; her magic burned in them; and yet Dill didn't feel an ounce of fear, but rather, like a moth attracted to the flames, she forgot to look away for a moment, letting the light of those eyes guide her.
It was the same green color that was beyond mortal, but while Amber was a solid emerald, Ina was like a whole burning mountain forest. It was a pair of eyes as beautiful as Amber's, if not more so.
"This is a kind of magical probing. Magical creatures are very sensitive to prying eyes; you will expose yourself when you look at them."
With Ina's soft voice, Dill suddenly remembered Mucha; perhaps it was at the moment she picked up the glasses that the other side recognized her.
"You have a long journey ahead of you; I'm looking forward to it, don't let me down."
Dill's head began to spin as she tried to get a better look at the other woman, but only managed to see those burning eyes.
Ina didn't seem to notice her abnormality, muttering to herself, "As for the werewolf, with the witch's curse removed, he will soon sense the brand and come to you, and as long as you are in contact, your lost memories will gradually return."
The young girl closed her eyes and fell to the ground softly. Her envoy saw this and immediately flapped its wings to attack, Ina only glanced at it and the large white goose immediately followed with a crooked neck and fell asleep.
"Let the people go when you've had enough fun."
Whoever's voice was weighed heavily, as if echoing through the forested valley of the dome. Ina looked up into the darkness above her and smiled narrowly. "I'm not playing; I like her a lot; I can't believe I was able to force me to use the Divine Arts."
"Like enough to casually leak oracles? If she was just your average kind of godless witch, she'd have gone deaf and crazy a long time ago."
"Isn't that not deaf? She didn't turn blind when she looked me straight in the eye."
Obviously debunking the cold and cruel truth, the red-haired witch appeared excited: "She's the first witch I've encountered who possesses divinity, and in time she might be able to become a demigod's existence."
The voice took a long time to come out: "Kima, you are unique, and so is she, and you can't have her. This girl was smart enough not to believe your words; the oracle couldn't restrain her, and she sensed my presence."
"Ugh, but I really like her then."
With dazzling magic flowing in her green eyes, the demigod witch revealed her true face that mortals could not witness.
"Little Dill, let's give you a divine blessing."
She kissed her forehead.
"You must live, oh, bring your wolf to my island and I will prepare a feast for you all."
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Dill woke up on the back of a horse, the big white goose stayed well in her arms, and she seemed to have fallen asleep on the road. What was she going to do?
Behind her is a thick fog-covered wood. Dill stared blankly at the woods. She suddenly felt something heavy and thick on her finger. She looked down; it was an emerald ring, which is as thick green as the precipitation of the landscape. She really forgot something: green. She agreed to Mrs. Lester's invitation!
The girl looked at the setting sun, which was about to fall below the horizon and hurriedly urged her horse forward.
Dill remembers the way the shepherd pointed out, she came to the Oak Barrel Marketplace, which is the most lively town in the Green Valley River, where large pi of aged fruit wines are sold every day, and one by one, oak barrels are brewed in the upstream Green Valley River, and then flow into various places along the downstream Junli River, in which red wines are distributed and sold to various cities in the south along the bay, and the Bay of Red Wine gets its name as a result.
The Lester family of Greenfields is the ruler of the Green Valley River, and Mill heard the wine vendors call the head of the Lester family the King of the Barrels, for his waistline is as thick as a barrel of wine, and so is his thirst for wine and money.
Dill also hears of the Lester daughters' family, and hears that he has three budding daughters, each as sweet as first-ripe fruit, with Rosalie, the eldest, already preparing for marriage.
With a token from the head of the family's wife, Dill originally thought that entering the city would be a very simple task. However, as soon as she entered the town, the air was filled with the strong and mellow scent of wine, and everyone was spitting it out as they spoke, but she inexplicably felt sick to her stomach, as if she had smelled some bad and corrupted perfume, and she felt extremely ill.
Dill began to get dizzy and felt extremely ill.
Today, at least, she didn't want to touch alcohol at all.
"Are you alright? Miss?"
An arm helped the young girl in time, saving her from falling off the horse.
Dill sat upright and looked down to thank the man when two pairs of eyes met and instantly froze in the middle.
"Dill?"
"!"