chsdbacks Chapter 183 The Fairy's Plot! Eve Black's Wizarding Camp
Chapter 183 The Fairy's Plot! Eve Black's Wizarding Camp
Chapter 184 The Fairy's Plot! Eve Black's Wizarding Camp
Ethan looked up, a gentle, harmless smile spreading across his face:
"We're just scavengers passing by, Miss Blake."
Scavenger.
It was an identity that Ethan and his group fabricated for themselves by consulting historical records.
During the fairy rebellion, many wizards' homes were attacked, forcing them to wander and fend for themselves.
Eve Black looked at the three men's shabby clothes, then at Ethan, who was in the lead, with his handsome face and elegant, composed demeanor.
I can't help but imagine:
The tragic story of a young master who is kidnapped by a fairy, loses his family, and is forced to wander with his servants.
Fairies love to prey on wealthy people.
As for who the servant was, it was, of course, that haggard-looking man.
The two of them clearly belong to different social classes.
The blonde girl must be the young master's companion.
Eve slowly lowered her wand.
I imagine that someone with such a pure smile can't be a bad person.
Eve: "What's your name?"
Ethan's eyes darted around, but he said without changing his expression, "Just call me Light."
Eve slowly nodded, without asking the other two's names.
He simply turned around and said, "You, that young girl, and your servants, come with me."
"Our camp is not far away, and there are fairies around here, so it's not safe."
He's a responsible and good person.
They must get along very well with me.
Ethan agreed, beckoning Luna to follow Miss Black.
Having a campsite makes it easier to orient oneself and find the treasure's location.
Professor Lu Ping was left standing there, pointing at himself in disbelief, and said, "Servant? Does 'servant' refer to me?"
I'm clearly Ethan's professor, okay?!
This is completely contrary to the principles of Heaven!
Unfortunately, no one cared about him as a "servant".
Lupin sighed as he watched Ethan and Miss Black start chatting ahead, and had no choice but to hurry after them.
No findings.
After the group left, a rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes not far away.
A short figure appeared out of thin air.
The fairy scout watched them leave with a cold gaze.
He picked up the conch shell hanging around his neck and said respectfully, yet fearfully:
"Lord Lanlock, after the vanguard team's probing, we've ascertained the enemy's strength—we're confident we can defeat them!"
After saying that, the fairy scout waited anxiously.
A few seconds passed.
From inside the conch shell, a low, husky voice, like the rubbing of sandpaper, rang out:
"I just want to hear that you have wiped out these incompetents."
The fairy scout shuddered violently and exclaimed in terror:
"I'm so sorry! We plan to raid their camp tonight! We'll kill every single one of those wizards!"
"I promise to bring you that ancient magical treasure, which you said was hidden in their camp!"
Conch: "I hope you won't let me down—don't let me hear news of failure again."
"Boss, you won't believe it!"
The fairy scout nodded hurriedly, even though it was a voice call.
He knew why Lord Lanlock was so angry.
Because recently, the precious treasures we were transporting were intercepted by some unknown force.
They even froze an entire battalion of fairies to death on the spot.
This is a slap in the face to them!
The only thing left is the name of the lamp, which has an unclear meaning.
The treasure is lost, resulting in a devastating loss!
Lord Lanlock is furious!
He threatened that once the thief was found, he would torture him in the most painful way possible, tearing him to pieces!
The fairy scout trembled as he recalled Lord Lanlock's wrath.
This operation must not fail!
The scouts made up their minds.
After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't tell Lord Lanlock about the three scavengers from earlier.
This is a trivial matter, so Lord Lanlock need not trouble himself with it.
"My lord, rest assured! Tonight, we will avenge ourselves with the blood and screams of those foolish wizards!"
"Return the ancient magical treasures to the fairy tribe!"
The scout grinned confidently and disappeared back into the woods.
And in the front.
Ethan tilted his head slightly, his peripheral vision seemingly casually glancing at the location of the fairy scout.
A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.
Miss Black asked, "What's wrong, Wright?"
Ethan looked away and smiled:
"It's nothing, just that I found a little bug."
Annoying little bugs are best swatted flat.
Want to compete with him for ancient magic?
Keep dreaming.
Ethan was slightly surprised to see the camp Miss Blake had mentioned.
Rather than a campsite with a campfire and a few tents, this is more like a small town, a small settlement.
Inside the high brick walls stand rows of small houses.
Although it looks old and worn, it doesn't feel lifeless.
Instead, it has come to life.
"Sister Eve!"
A little girl came running over, her two braids bobbing on her head.
She threw herself into Miss Blake's arms, bringing a smile to the latter's usually cold and hard face.
The little girl curiously peeked out, looking timidly at Ethan and the others, and asked in a low voice:
"Sister Eve, who are they?"
Eve: "They were scavengers we met on the road. The one in the middle with black hair is called Wright."
Meeting the little girl's gaze, Ethan gave her a warm smile.
The little girl was completely mesmerized.
He stared blankly at Ethan, his mouth agape.
Then her ears turned red, and she shyly buried herself in Miss Blake's arms.
She had never seen such a handsome older brother before.
Ethan followed Miss Black through the gate guards and into the camp.
Eve was even more certain that he was a young master who had been living in exile.
After all, this is the most intense time of the battle, and these camps are everywhere.
I've never seen it before, which means it was well protected by my family before.
Miss Blake pursed her lips, unsure whether she felt regret or envy, and began to introduce the area: "This is the living area, where you can sleep, eat, and do some daily activities."
"The ingredients for the meals are usually obtained from hunting and farming, and occasionally a supplement is sent from Hogwarts."
"Although it's not a very lavish meal, it's enough to ensure everyone has something to eat."
Ethan saw children running around among the cute little houses, and women washing clothes with soap and a washboard.
There were also fluffy bipedal cats going in and out of the kitchen, meowing.
It was both warm and lively.
It felt more like a wizarding community than a grim military camp.
Over time, it has evolved into what it is today.
Ethan, recalling the battle he had witnessed, asked, "This doesn't feel very safe. Why did you insist on setting up camp here?"
Miss Blake paused for a moment, then said curtly, "None of your business, outsider."
"..."
Ethan raised an eyebrow and laughed, "It was I who overstepped my bounds."
As he spoke, he casually looked away and waved to the children who were looking over.
Miss Blake, on the other hand, looked somewhat embarrassed after refusing.
The body twisted unnaturally, as if ants were crawling on it.
"you-"
He had barely opened his mouth when he was interrupted by a shout:
"Eve! You're finally back!"
Upon hearing the sound, Ethan and Miss Black turned to look together.
They saw a burly man, about forty years old, striding towards them.
His muscles were bulging, and he stared at Ethan as if Ethan owed him money.
The burly man said, "Why are you bringing scavengers again! Have you forgotten what happened last time—"
"alright."
Eve interrupted, coldly saying:
"Not everyone is dishonest. He's a young master who's fallen on hard times, innocent and harmless; you can tell at a glance."