Chapter 2 Where is the original owner’s sister!
The hot tea soothed her stomach, which had been suffering from alcohol abuse. Edith heaved a sigh of satisfaction and managed to think back to her next plan.
She had already secured the position of chief researcher, and there were no outstanding apprentices among the younger generation. As long as she didn't do anything stupid, she would have no problem staying in the position until she was 60. Then she could pay some attention to socializing, show up at more dances, and try to build up more connections for herself.
Then, I will recruit more students, try to pick talented commoners, and see if I can gradually change the current situation where all the associations in the capital are filled with nobles except for those who do odd jobs...
The hardest days are over.
Edith took off the badge on her chest and admired it in the light. The light shone on the surface of the badge, and she turned her fingers slightly, letting the smooth surface reflect her fearless 27 years old.
"I became an apprentice at the age of 17. I have no connections or resources. It took me ten years to get to where I am now." She pulled off her hairband, kicked off her high heels, and removed all the restraints on her body. "You only joined the association at the age of 15, which is earlier than me. You also have me as your teacher to provide resources and help, but you have only reached four stars now... No, apprentice Shelly, you need to keep working hard."
She curled the corners of her mouth, raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the students, revealing her first and only sincere smile of the night.
Shelly was her first student, and she was also strong evidence for her to prove to the association that it was possible for commoners to become mages - it was not enough to say it, but she was truly happy for this student with no foundation.
Shelly looked up at this moment.
Alcohol may really reveal a person's true nature. Edith had always been modest and peaceful in the past, but now she showed the word "confidence" to the fullest. She stood up, the light shone from behind her, and her waterfall-like long hair sparkled like the sun, dazzling to the point of blinding.
He was confident and flamboyant, but not arrogant, and he did not have the disgusting contempt of the nobles he had come into contact with.
Edith is a unique existence in this land.
He forgot to breathe for a moment and just stared at the other person, trying to engrave the scene before him firmly in his mind and treasure it forever.
Shelly didn't expect that this would be the last time he saw Edith smile.
——The next second, his sun fell before his eyes.
Edie fell without any warning.
…
"Wait!" Edith woke up suddenly, propped herself up on the bed, and ignoring the tingling pain in her palm, she turned around to look for Shelly. "What's wrong with me?"
Her memory stopped at the moment when she delivered the "Shelly Judgment". Seeing the dazed expression on the student's face, she worried that she had put too much pressure on him. Just as she was about to say a few words to make amends, a piercing pain suddenly struck her body, so painful that it seemed as if her soul was being pulled out.
What followed was tinnitus. The buzzing of mosquitoes magnified hundreds of times penetrated her brain, making her feel dizzy. Under the pain, her limbs became slow to react. She fell forward uncontrollably. The last thing she saw was Shelly rushing over to hug her. He was usually cold, but it was rare for him to show panic. He trembled and threw high-level healing spells at the person in his arms.
But her body rejected all treatment - generally speaking, only dead people showed intolerance to spells.
It looks like I'm going to die.
Edith made this inference calmly. Her mind was clearer than ever before, and she tried her best to point to the teacup that had fallen to the ground.
The teacup where she had seen the magical fluctuations.
Seeing that the other person turned around and saw something, Edith felt relieved. She reached out to Shelly's cheek with her last bit of strength and wiped away a tear that had fallen from her face at some point in time.
She saw her pale and bloodless face in the other person's eyes, and finally slowly closed her eyes.
——I didn’t expect that I didn’t die when I closed my eyes. Instead, I opened my eyes with full energy. When I woke up, I had the strength to sit up straight.
"So how did I..." Her words got stuck in her throat, and she looked around in confusion, "No, wait, where is this?"
What she saw was not the home or hospital she had expected, but a shabby little room. She finally came to her senses and looked at her palm. The pain she had just felt was not from something else, but from the prickly straw on the bed.
Straw? With cheap magic cotton now so popular, why would anyone still use something so hard and unwarm?
Even the poorest family in the capital wouldn't—
She could no longer utter the second half of the sentence after she had a thorough look at the furnishings in the room.
The walls were made of dirty wooden boards, with no caulking at the joints and leaks everywhere; the house had no load-bearing pillars and looked shaky; the roof didn't even have wooden boards, but was made of thin straw tied together, like a straw hat loosely covering the top, barely blocking out the sky.
There were no windows in the room and few furniture. There was only the burlap sack that served as his bed, a few broken pots and bowls piled in the corner, and a clay basin not far from the bed with the bottom covered with ashes and black fragments.
Wait, that's a brazier?
Edith shifted her gaze to the clay basin, then lowered her head to look at her rough, red and swollen hands.
Damn, it’s winter here already!
Her brain belatedly activated her other senses. A biting coldness instantly crept up her body, and the whistling sound in her ears gradually became clearer. Then came the heartburning hunger.
Edith gasped.
It seemed that she had to put aside her research on where this place was and why she was here. She had to find something to keep her body warm and then eat - otherwise she would freeze to death or starve to death before she could find out the truth.
Edith tentatively pushed her body into the straw, but before she felt any warmth, she felt a hint of wetness—the "bed" was wet.
No wonder a living person could lie on it but there was no warmth underneath.
Staying in bed would only make it colder. She got out of bed decisively and walked around the room. There were some frozen black potatoes piled in the corner, probably enough for two people to eat. Edith picked up the food and touched it tentatively with her teeth. The texture of the other party was as hard as iron, so she gave up quickly.
It is best to start a fire first, which can both roast food and warm your body.
She then walked over to the brazier, reached out and touched it, confirming that the ashes were cold. It seemed that the fire had been extinguished for a long time, so now she not only had to find firewood, but also had to find a way to get some fire.
The mage is more convenient, and can solve it with one spell. Now I can only think of a way to go out and ask the neighbor for a fire.
Edith walked to the door, but retreated quickly in less than half a minute - the snow piled at the door was taller than her, and she said that the door was not leaking.
Since I can't get out, I can only use what I have and deal with today first.
She pulled out a stack of relatively dry straw from the bed, threw it into the brazier, and then looked around for something to make fire.
The owner of the house was surprisingly clean. She couldn't find any gravel or branches. She turned the house over and over again. Only the lock on the door was made of metal, which might produce some sparks.
Edith frowned and reached out to unlock the door.
She had heard of the practice of lords in various places distributing door locks, but she had never thought it would be so outrageous. The shacks in the slums collapsed with a push, and this lock was just a superficial work.
The lord ignored the fundamental public security issues and chose to directly issue locks, pretending to have fulfilled his duty to protect the people. What a good move.
The shabby house she was currently staying in was so dilapidated that it was actually locked.
Edith walked towards the brazier with the lock. When she sat down and looked at the fire, she suddenly found something wrong - the lock in her hand was not an ordinary one with a key, but a real new magic lock, which looked exactly the same as the one on Sheri's door.
She was really influenced by inertia. She had no magic power and subconsciously thought that others were using ordinary locks.
"It seems that the original owner of this house also had magical powers." She deftly scooped the snow that had poured into the house when the door was opened just now into a jar, saving it for boiling water later. "I don't know where the original owner went--"
"……etc."
This soliloquy was like an opportunity. Edith's dizzy head suddenly ached violently, and she suddenly realized that she was not in the right state. She originally thought that the discomfort in her body was the result of drunkenness and coldness, but when she thought about it carefully, it was more like "fog" than pain in her mind - like a piece of cloth, packing up all her memories, and recalling knowledge or memories seemed to be separated by a thick barrier, hindering her thinking.
And now, as that question was raised, the barrier shattered.
Rich memories flooded into Edith's mind like a tide, stimulating her to tremble uncontrollably. She had to squat down and hold her head to relieve the pain. Most of those memories belonged to her, the familiar home, the familiar laboratory, the familiar people - but a few seemed strange.
In that strange memory, "she" was still called Edith, but her last name was changed to Griffin.
Griffin was born into a relatively happy family. His mother ran a tavern and his father was a doctor who treated patients on the second floor of his mother's tavern. When Griffin was eight years old, two local young masters had an argument and started fighting in her tavern. One of them was seriously injured and his father tried his best but failed to save him. He died in the clinic on the second floor.
The family of the deceased could not vent their anger on another family, so they found a random excuse to kill Griffin's father to vent their anger. The mother was pregnant at the time, and was frightened by the bloody scene and gave birth to a premature baby. She died not long after giving birth to her sister.
The eight-year-old Edith had to live in an orphanage with her newborn sister. After two years of child labor, she stole her wages and escaped with her injured sister. She built a shack in the slums and raised her sister by picking up garbage until she was seven years old.
Unexpectedly, winter came too early this year. She didn't have time to store enough charcoal and food. After careful planning, she still burned all the firewood and ate all the food. At the end of the memory, 15-year-old Edith struggled to squeeze to the side of her seriously ill sister, hugged her and closed her eyes.
Edith Griffin died quietly on this winter night. When she opened her eyes again, the person in that body had been replaced by Edith Gary.
After reading the memory, Edith opened her eyes with a heavy heart.
An unknown amount of time had passed, and the snow in the jar beside her had already melted into clear water. Edith looked down, and her face was reflected in the small water surface. Her face was pale and sunken, and her facial features were immature, obviously belonging to an underage child.
This is not her face.
Edith covered her head and sat back on the ground. In other words, she was not teleported to a strange place, but her soul entered someone else's body and woke up in someone else's body.
This is too absurd!
"Calm down, calm down." The brain that had just digested 15 years of memory was obviously not suitable for thinking about more profound things. Edith tried her best to free herself from the vicious circle of "why" and "how did you do it?" "It's okay, it's normal... This kind of situation has been recorded in books before."
Although the current college textbooks describe the soul as "not yet discovered", she has seen similar official records in the internal library of the association. Three hundred years ago, at a funeral, the body in the ice coffin suddenly sat up and insisted that his name was Eugene Irving, a tutor far away in another city. After identification by his family, it was confirmed that the soul in the body was indeed Eugene himself.
Both families insisted on keeping "Eugene" at home. After the judge intervened, he finally awarded "Eugene" to his physical blood relative on the grounds that "there is no such thing as a soul". However, the man finally chose to leave his family and went to another city alone. He died of natural causes at the age of 65.
However, this story was too mystical, and she simply read it for fun, never expecting that she would encounter such a thing herself.
"The soul is real, which means that I am now the original owner." Edith calmed down. "The house I am in now is the shack where the original owner lived for five years. The food and firewood in the room are the same as in my memory. It seems that the last moment I closed my eyes in my memory was the last fragment of the original owner's life."
Wait, so...
Where is the original owner’s sister!
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