Ch. 110 The village roads were naturally dirt paths

but she was also constantly looking around, appreciating this early medieval-style village.

The village roads were naturally dirt paths.

The houses all had thatched roofs, with either wooden walls or mud walls.

Most families had a yard enclosed by a fence, either in front of the house or behind it.

Ordinary farmers used them to raise livestock, while people with unique skills like hunters, blacksmiths, and carpenters kept the equipment and tools they needed for their work and life in the yards in front of or behind their houses.

The inn was a building taller than ordinary houses, and even taller than the elder’s house.

“Oh, be careful…”

There was a step at the entrance of the inn.

After stepping up, the elder subconsciously turned back to warn Mia.

Mia finally couldn’t take it anymore.

She didn’t like being cared for when it was against her conscience.

“I can actually see.”

Mia lifted her foot easily and stepped onto the step, reminding the elder seriously.

The elder was stunned.

Mia nodded seriously again.

“What? That’s impossible!”

The elder shouted in surprise.

The young woman in front of him wasn’t just wearing a thin veil over her eyes.

It was truly a strip of cloth with thickness and was completely opaque.

The elder subconsciously wanted to reach out to test it, but Wilden gently stepped between the two.

Looking at the shadow of the ‘giant’, the elder shrank back a step: “But, your eyes…”

“I originally couldn’t see, and it is entirely thanks to this cloth over my eyes that I can see things just like a normal person.”

Subsequently, she began to prove herself.

“I can see that the sign for this inn is carved from redwood, and it has a pattern of a bed on it. And the exterior walls of this building are painted with white paint. Am I right?”

The village chief opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Without a doubt, she was right.

As if seeing Mia for the first time, he examined the not-so-tall young woman in front of him.

Then, he asked in disbelief: “Is this magic?”

“Yes.”

Mia nodded.

Whether according to the classification of The Lands Between or the classification of this world, allowing a blind person to see again should count as magic.

“Good heavens,” the elder exclaimed: “You are a witch!”

“Hmm… if you want to put it that way, that’s correct.”

The elder swallowed nervously.

“But aren’t you a bit too… young?”

Mia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

She hadn’t expected to be questioned because of such a thing.

She could only answer using phrasing befitting a witch: “For a witch, age is but an appearance. I believe you have heard similar rumors, haven’t you?”

“That’s right…”

The elder looked at Mia with awe.

In that instant, he connected the Spirit Wolf the hunter had seen with the witch who looked like a young girl in front of him.

He asked tentatively in a low voice: “Then, could the white Spirit Wolf the hunter saw earlier be your handiwork?”

Mia nodded with a smile.

“Could you please show me that kind of magic…”

“No.”

“I understand, I understand. Witches do not cast their power casually just because of others’ likes or dislikes.”

The elder waved his hands quickly.

Then he turned to a respectful posture: “You certainly deserve the best room!”

Regarding witches/magicians, most people believe that this is a polarized group.

Of course, there are good wizards and bad ones.

But all the stories passed down to this day inevitably give people a certain stereotype.

A bad wizard is surely gloomy, living in seclusion deep in a great forest or within a dark, ancient castle.

They are always concocting their evil plans, brewing a pot of greenish soup with things that look disgusting, like ant legs, lizard tails, and frog ovaries…

As for good wizards…

They might vary in appearance, but they are always kind and amiable, dedicating themselves fully to the country.

Hmm, for example, Merlin, who once served King Uther.

Legend says he was a wizard with a white beard, wearing a pointed hat, always holding a staff, with eyes full of wisdom.

He assisted King Uther in achieving the great cause of Britain.

It is just a pity… King Uther’s brother, the despicable king Vortigern, arrived with the Anglo-Saxons, inciting a rebellion that destroyed King Uther’s dynasty.

Although, from the perspective of Mia in later generations, this stereotype of wizards is entirely a product of legend.

But has anyone ever thought about it?

This era is the very era when the legends took place.

What later generations consider fairy tales and legends were truly the history and lives experienced by the people of this era.

“No, I do not have the habit of accepting favors for nothing.”

Mia politely declined the elder’s kindness.

“However, I am quite interested in the best room.”

As she spoke, Mia clenched her fist and reached forward.

She opened her fingers in front of the elder.

Resting peacefully in the girl’s palm was a gem shimmering with a deep blue glow.

“This… this is…”

The elder stammered, looking at the gem in Mia’s hand.

The gem was about the size of a coin.

Even without picking it up, just by looking at it from the side, the deep blue gem shimmered with a profound light; its color was like the depths of the ocean, and its luster was like the stars in the night sky.

Mia flipped her palm and pinched the gem between her fingers: “Keep it safe. I want the two best rooms.”

The elder’s gaze never wavered; he reached out with both hands and carefully took the sapphire that was breathtakingly beautiful.

“I… I understand.”

He took a breath and shouted into the inn: “Adel! Get out here!”

Almost immediately, a voice came from inside: “Coming!”

Then, a fat man with a big beard and an apron trotted out from the inn.

“What is it, Elder?”

“An honored guest has arrived!”

“This…” The man was very confused and was about to ask, but the elder glared him back with a look.

The innkeeper scratched his head and led Mia and the others into the house.

Upon entering, Mia was still muttering to herself.

It seems I gave the wrong thing.

The inn has an owner.

Forget it, at worst I’ll just give another one later; she had plenty of gems.

Suddenly, she turned her head and waved at Artoria and the others who had been watching.

“Oh, I’m coming too.”

Artoria immediately followed.

“…”

Kay and Merlin looked at Artoria’s back with complex expressions.

To think she just followed when someone waved…

Could it be that because of their similar appearance, Artoria felt an extraordinary sense of intimacy?

“How high-profile,” Kay curled his lip.

“Unlike us…”

Before he could finish his sentence.

He saw Merlin also shamelessly sidling up to the elder.

“Actually, I am a wizard too, you know?”

“You?” The elder, clutching the sapphire tightly in his arms, looked at him suspiciously.

“Yes, yes, don’t be polite,” Merlin waved his hand, feeling good about himself: “Just call me Merlin.”

“You say you are Merlin?”

“That’s right, the great wizard who assisted King Uther!”

“…” The expression on the elder’s face changed from confusion to surprise, and then immediately from surprise to disdain.

Finally, there was even a hint of pity.

“Young man, you need to be down-to-earth and stop thinking about such nonsense.”

The elder rolled his eyes, stroked the sapphire in his arms with his right hand, and walked away happily.

Only Merlin remained, petrified on the spot.