Chapter 199 The Last Witch (4)
The piano music around stopped because of what the old woman said.
Everyone knelt down beside the old woman.
"Some of our ancestors knew this kind of witchcraft. My grandmother's grandmother knew it... but it's a pity that it's all lost now..."
The white-haired old woman muttered to herself, asked Zimina for another glass of wine, and gulped it down her throat.
The history of the Gypsies is indeed full of mystery.
In the stories passed down from generation to generation, there are many legendary figures with mysterious powers.
The Gypsies do not care about the beliefs and rules of the locals, and never shy away from using the word "witch".
Possessing extraordinary magical powers is actually something to be proud of.
"Come here." The white-haired old woman waved to Shi Sui, "I will tell your fortune for you."
She took out a transparent crystal ball from her pocket.
Divination? That's fun too.
Shisui moved over and sat in front of her.
The old woman concentrated and calmed herself, holding the crystal ball in her left hand and covering the top of the sphere with the palm of her right hand. Her fingers were like twisted grapevines that could not be straightened no matter how hard she tried.
She stared at the crystal ball and muttered strange incantations.
Soon, a small cloud appeared in the sphere.
It was a gray-black shadow.
"Dark clouds portend bad luck and illness. Disasters may befall you in the coming days. You must be careful."
Shisui glanced at the crystal ball and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
She bent her neck and blew gently into the crystal ball.
"Misfortune and disaster only befall my enemies..."
The haze in the crystal ball dissipated instantly and turned into a blood-red color.
Everyone around was amazed.
An incredible light flashed in the old woman's cloudy eyes. She put down the crystal ball and, as if by magic, pulled out a red flower from behind her back and crushed it in her spotted hands.
"We gypsies have no enemies and never bear grudges against anyone. But I wish you all the best..."
The old woman's fingers were stained with crimson flower juice, and she left a red mark on Shi Sui's forehead.
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It's late at night.
The gypsy women put out the fire, took out blankets and lay down on the ground.
Alcohol is a good hypnotic, and everyone fell asleep quickly... except for Qimina and Shisui...
The sky is the quilt and the ground is the bed.
From time to time, a few stars light up in the dark sky.
After seeing Shihui's abilities, Qimina completely became her fangirl and answered every question she asked.
"I was taken into captivity... into the lord's manor."
Zimina revealed that in recent times, the owner of the manor, Viscount Cruise, has secretly found many gypsy women to "work" in the manor through special channels.
"The so-called work is actually selling one's body. They don't want gypsies who have already become prostitutes, they must be virgins." Zimina rested her hand on her head, her amber eyes wide. "I heard that they are planning to use it to entertain the nobles coming from the capital."
The great nobles plan to come here for inspection and hunting next month. The team is very large, including several princes and dukes of quite high status.
Upon hearing the news, Shisui had already begun to silently plan her next move in her mind.
The arrival of royal nobles will inevitably be accompanied by high-ranking theocrats.
Just finished it in one pot...
Zimina continued to talk, saying that she did not want to be a plaything, so she found an opportunity to escape from the manor and took away a few bottles of good wine.
She sighed, "They call us lowly creatures, yet at the same time they want to use our bodies to please the nobles. How despicable!"
Whether nobles or commoners, the hostility and oppression of the Gypsies by the locals reached its peak after the promulgation of the "Witch Hunt Order".
Gypsies of the old woman's generation really have no concept of "hatred".
Driven away, they migrated.
Wander along the road, along the river, along the mountain, to the end of the world.
But the younger generation, like Zimina, has a different view.
"We have never attacked an army, yet we are often attacked. We have never driven anyone away, yet we are often driven away. We have never imprisoned anyone, yet we are often imprisoned... Why..."
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