Chapter 11 (I missed a chapter, so I’ll post it here)
Opesa rushed down the stairs in a panic and returned to the room in a hurry.
Her heart was still beating like a drum. The series of actions just now were completely beyond her control. She was once again controlled by the original owner's damn consciousness!
As long as the guy that the original owner looked down upon gained the upper hand, this body would become uncontrollable as if it was possessed by an evil spirit.
How long will this shit last? It's making it more difficult for her to pass the level.
Opesa was filled with despair. She held her head in her hands, slowly squatted down, and muttered softly: "What the hell is this setting..."
She is still counting on Sinderel's help. If that little ancestor really quits and doesn't participate in the store operations, her idea of matchmaking will be ruined.
She no longer dared to think that Sinderel could conjure up a carriage for her like a fairy godmother. Now she had to think about how to escape. At the same time, she had to pay attention to whether the broken system would sound an alarm and catch her off guard.
Opesa quickly called Holly over, gave her some bandages, and asked her to pass them on to Sinderel. However, she felt uneasy and added, "Bring her some snacks or something. I still need her tomorrow, so don't let her be too tired to work." After giving the order, Opesa fell on the bed as if all the strength had been drained from her body.
Perhaps because she didn't get enough rest the night before, she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.
The next day, she was awakened by a knock on the door.
She squinted her eyes and whimpered twice, then said, "Come in..."
The door opened in response, but there were no footsteps. Instead, a plain voice said, "The carriage is outside."
"What carriage..." Opesa, still not fully awake, squinted her eyes as she slowly climbed up and rubbed them. But soon, she realized something and suddenly woke up, her voice rising several volumes, "Carriage?"
She hurriedly looked at the door, but found that there was no one there and the person who came had already left.
Opesa was no longer sleepy. She quickly got up, changed her clothes and washed up, then walked to the hall with her skirt lifted up. She opened the door and saw a carriage parked in the courtyard.
Sinderel was not angry at all, and actually got a carriage for her!
She was overjoyed and looked around the carriage again and again.
But the next second, she thought of another question.
How did Sinderel get the carriage?
The money given yesterday was definitely not enough for him to rent or buy a carriage, so where did it come from?
Opesa was a little suspicious. She walked around the carriage but didn't see any special markings. In order to distinguish one's own carriage, there would usually be a mark on the carriage to prove the owner. This carriage looked very new and didn't look like it was stolen from anywhere.
There was no way to get any answer by asking, so Opesa could only temporarily suppress her doubts and return to the restaurant for breakfast.
Perhaps what she said yesterday had taken effect. Both daughters didn't sleep in today and even came to the restaurant early. During the meal, Opesa assigned them a task: "You don't have to come with me to the store today. I'll let you walk around the city. But please remember, you are not here to wander around. You are here to gather information."
"What is it?" asked Dusula.
"Like I said yesterday, go socializing normally, go shopping, and then tell me if there's a social dance going on. It should be high-end, preferably with lots of dignitaries and celebrities in attendance." Opesa knew their reputations and tempers weren't great, so she specifically instructed them, "Remember to approach the opportunity with sincerity, and don't let your bad tempers ruin things."
The two daughters looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
After the meal, a pair of hands reached out from the side and silently cleared the plates. Sinderel's approach was always silent, a quietness that made one shudder. Opesa wiped her mouth with a napkin, furtively observing his expression.
He still had a cold expression, perhaps because he was born that way, but he couldn't show any emotion. His cheeks didn't show any redness or marks from yesterday's behavior, which made Opesa feel relieved.
It would be bad if her face was disfigured. This face is the face of the future princess. If it is ruined, she will definitely suffer.
After collecting the dishes, Sinderel returned to the kitchen with the basket in hand. Thinking of the carriage and her plans for the powder shop, Opesa quickly stopped him, "Wait."
Pausing in his forward steps, Sinderel glanced sideways at her. Opesha smiled faintly. "I've already seen the carriage. I didn't expect you to have any sense. I'll allow you to come with me into town and help me with the store. Put down the dirty dishes, wash your hands, and change your clothes. I don't want you to lose face by going out with me."
Anastasia's eyes widened, and she was about to protest, but Opesa glanced back at her, so she could only nod, "Oh..."
Although the task she had asked him to do had been completed, Opesha was still worried that he would mind what happened yesterday and refuse to go into the city, so she instructed Holly, "Go and watch her wash and change. If she really has nothing to wear, pick up some of Anastasia's old clothes."
Holly replied, "Yes, ma'am." She turned to Sinderell and instantly changed to a ferocious attitude and scolded, "Are you deaf? Put your things down and change your clothes!"
The speed of the expression change was so fast that even Opesa was impressed.
Only after seeing Holly chasing Sinderel upstairs did Opesha feel at ease and return to her room to make preparations before leaving.
After all, having a good reputation is not a good thing. After taking over, she still has to disguise herself to avoid scaring away customers with a bad reputation and causing rumors to be spread by competitors.
But as soon as she returned to the room, she found something wrong——
The notebook on the desk was closed.
Opesa's brain suddenly buzzed.
She didn't close the book at all, nor did she open the window, but the book was definitely closed.
She quickly rushed to the desk and opened the notebook. The contents of the notebook were still there and had not been torn off, but there were some subtle pencil marks on the page.
She habitually uses Chinese when writing these things. Although she is a mixed Chinese and English, her English is not very good, so in most cases she will subconsciously use Chinese to talk or record.
Apparently, what she wrote was seen and copied.
Opesha bit her fingers nervously.
Oh no. Who saw that?
If that person translated it and found out that she was not "Stepmother Opesha" but a person with the same name who traveled through time, would she be burned at the stake as a witch?
Holly? She didn't look like someone who would just walk in and out of the master's room. She had a very good upbringing.
Anastasha and Dusula? They were impertinent, but they would never intrude on her private sphere.
That could only be...Opesha absolutely didn't want to admit it was Sinderel.
If this was really the notebook that Sinderel found, then she would be doomed.
Sinderel would not listen to any excuses and would return all the torture that she had not done in the past and was forced to do now to her.
She could only find a way to get the piece of paper back before it fell into his hands.
The question is how to get it?
Opesha was extremely anxious, but at this moment Anastasia came knocking on the door and asked her if she wanted to leave now.
She could only calm down, put on a hat, veil and other things to cover her face, and then walk out of the room.
Opesha walked to the door anxiously, and Holly also led Sinderel down from upstairs.
As Sinderel slowly walked down the stairs, she raised her eyes slightly, her gaze fixed on the figure in front of her.
Sinderel stood where light and shadow intertwined, his whole body like a carefully carved work of art, dressed neatly and exquisitely.
He shed his old clothes and donned a plain long dress, as elegant as a spring flower. Despite his simple attire and the absence of excessive accessories, he remained fresh and refined, like a fairy in a painting, maintaining a tranquil presence amidst the bustle of the palace.
Opesa was a little dazed, and even forgot the worries circling in her mind in an instant.
She hadn't noticed she'd been staring at Sinderell with a stern face until he frowned in displeasure. Suddenly, she felt impertinent and cleared her throat awkwardly, her eyes flicking away unnaturally as she sneered, "Not bad, you've cleaned up and look presentable. Now I can take you out without worry." She glanced at her two daughters and Holly and said, "You can go now."
She didn't dare look at Sinderel any longer, for fear that he would see her panic and uneasiness at having her disguise exposed, so she pretended to get into the carriage calmly, but her fingers kept rubbing back and forth awkwardly.
Fortunately, Xindrell and Holly were sitting in the front, which prevented their eyes from crossing. Arriving in the city in a panic, Opesha first let Anastasia and Dusula get off the car, asking them to find out about the ball for her, and then went straight to the powder shop.
Mr. Paul was still sitting behind the old wooden counter. Seeing Opesha coming, he stood up quickly to greet her with a polite smile on his face. "Hello, Ms. Opesha, you really keep your promise. I thought you wouldn't come."
"How could that be? We have an agreement that God will not allow liars to live under his protection." Opesa smiled back.
Mr. Paul saw Holly and Sinderell: "Who are these two?"
"This is my daughter, Cinderella, and this is my personal maid, Holly. They are here to help. I have two other daughters who will come to help in the future." Opesha introduced.
Mr. Paul nodded in understanding. "So that's how it is. Ms. Opesa must have gotten along very well with them. They immediately came to help in this empty little shop. Most noble ladies are unwilling to do such work."
Opesa pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed dryly: "Hahahaha..." It was "nuclear kindness", it was simply too "nuclear kindness", the kind that would take your life immediately.
She didn't know if it was because she felt guilty, but she was always shrouded in a creepy feeling. It was a gaze from behind, stubborn and sharp, following her closely like a maggot on the tarsal bone.
His gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing her, peeling off her hypocrisy bit by bit, and finally grabbing her soul to question her, torture her, and make her panic and torment.
She couldn't stand that feeling, so she forced a smile and said, "Mr. Paul, I have something I want to talk to you about alone. Can you listen to me?"
Mr. Paul smiled and replied, "Of course, I have something to say to you as well." He pointed to a door behind the counter and said, "Let's talk in my workshop."
Opesha controlled her feet that wanted to escape and quickly followed Paul into the workshop.
The workshop was small and clean. But when Opesa first looked at it, she saw not the bottles and incense-making utensils, but a tall wooden rack filled with flower pots.
Opesa asked curiously, "What are these flowers?"
"Ah, these are the flowers I cultivated myself, used to make perfume." Mr. Paul showed a proud expression. "My wife used to help me take care of them, but after she left me, I had to learn how to care for the flowers myself. I thought it was easy at first, but after actually trying, I found it was actually very difficult. It took me a long time to get it right. I really admire her patience."
His words always brought back memories of his deceased wife. Whenever he mentioned his wife, Opesa could feel the deep love and longing hidden beneath his calm exterior.
This made it even harder for Opesha to speak out her plans.
She was still hesitating, but Mr. Paul said first, "I'm planning to leave Furlan."
"Huh?" Opesa was stunned. The news was too sudden and she was not prepared at all. "Leave?"
"Yes, leaving." Mr. Paul adjusted his cuffs, his gray eyes looking out the window. "I'm not actually from Furland. It's because my wife is, so I stayed in Furland. Her dream has always been to see the world, to visit my hometown. Unfortunately, because of her slave status, I have never been able to free her and take her around the world. I once thought I could earn enough money to give her the life she wanted, but the truth is... I can only take her belongings and give her back her freedom."
Mr. Paul's face was bitter, and he smiled self-deprecatingly. "It's time to leave now, but I don't want to sell this shop. After all, it's filled with our memories." He seemed to see through Opesha's hesitation and said, "Miss Opesha, you will be in charge of this shop from now on. I agree with everything. We may not meet again, but I will always keep in touch through letters."
"Mr. Paul..." Opesa was a little touched. After careful consideration, she frankly stated her plan, "I plan to use some promotional methods to sell the powder and perfume in the store to recover the funds. After that... I may not continue with my current main business. I really know nothing about this kind of business, and I don't want to embarrass you. I know that this will betray your trust and disappoint you, but I still want to get your consent."
"It's okay, my dear child." Mr. Paul laughed twice. "Nowadays, powder can no longer compare to perfume. You see, I also tried perfume, but failed. If you can use other means to keep this store alive, I will sincerely admire you. How can I blame you?"
After saying that, Mr. Paul turned around and picked up the suitcase that had already been packed. "Ms. Opesha, this time we really have to say goodbye."
Opesha stood in front of the faded wooden door, bidding farewell to Mr. Paul who had already left.
She looked back at the small shop without a sign and slowly clenched her hands. From then on, she would be the owner of this shop.
She didn't feel particularly happy, but instead felt an invisible pressure weighing heavily on her heart. Mr. Paul had already broken free from the knot that had plagued him for years and embarked on his own road to freedom, but she still had to build bridges and pave the way for herself in this unknown world and strive to survive.
In any case, this store was her first step towards contacting the prince.
Opesa glanced across the street and saw that the perfume shop was already crowded with people, with a long line forming early on. The main attraction was still the perfume that Prince Henry loved.
Holly observed for a long time and walked silently to Opesha's side: "Madam, are you sure you want to take over this mess?" The old maid couldn't help it after all.
She had been feeling uneasy since she arrived at the store, thinking it was a mess that couldn't be fixed. She felt even more uneasy after entering, especially since there was a popular store across the street. She still felt it was unreliable.
"I understand your concerns, Holly." Opesa crossed her arms on her stomach, her slender neck slightly raised. "But I never said I wanted to share a piece of the cake with them."
"What do you mean?"
"Holly, do you know how many perfume shops there are in this city? What do you think our chances of success are if we continue to sell perfume? Even making a profit is a question, not to mention that we're struggling under the weight of debt."
This was the seventeenth century, and everyone was chasing after powders and perfumes. Even a maid like Holly, who never left the house, could imagine that there were hundreds of shops selling powders and perfumes.
Opesha was a complete novice who knew nothing about perfume making, so it was impossible for her to share the profits with them. Doing so would only make her situation worse.
Holly thought for a moment and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
Opesha smiled slightly, "Just help me."
Okay, the next step is to prepare to set up the stall for the clearance sale.
Opesha immediately turned back to the store: "Now help me move the table and move all the powder and perfume out of the store."
Holly understood. Opesa rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward to help. However, just as she had begun to lift the table a little, it suddenly became lighter. Opesa blinked and looked over in surprise. In the blink of an eye, the blond boy lifted the table by himself, passed by her, and then placed it outside.
Opesa was stunned. Is Sinderel's strength... so great?
She and Holly could barely lift it just now, how could he move it out by himself?
Opesha's mind imaginatively sketched out a picture of a King Kong Barbie.
wrong.
If Xindrell is really that strong, then all the actions before... were they all Xindrell tolerating her?
She thought about the notes again, and a chill ran down her spine.
It was easy for him to kill her, without any effort.
But she tried to conquer such a beast with her bare hands.
"Madam?" Holly called out several times before Opesha finally realized, "What's wrong?"
"The move is done." Sinderel leaned against the door and replied lightly.
Opesa licked her dry lips and asked while trying to divert her attention, "Help me find a piece of wood and a bottle of ink."
Holly quickly gathered the things and handed them to her, then asked, "What do you want these for?"
Opesa gave a mysterious smile and said, "Sell all these props within a day."
"Within a day?" Holly looked at the boxes of powder and perfume outside in shock. "Is this true?"
"Of course." Opesa said firmly.
Because boxes of all sizes were placed at the door, some curious passersby stopped to look in. Opesa adjusted the brim of her hat, dipped her finger in ink, and wrote the words "Clearance Sale" in large letters on the board.
She swung the board forward, then took a deep breath and roared with all her might, "Clearance Sale! Mysterious perfume powder from a Western perfumer. Plague will avoid you, and love will pursue you! Last three days! Buy two get one free on all perfume powders!"
"Sir, you seem to be unlucky lately. I have an anti-witchcraft sachet that can block low-level witchcraft... What? You said it's useless. What if I give you a refund? You might be cursed by a higher-level spell."
"Madam, you have good taste! This is the same rose water as the oriental nobles. It will capture the attention of your beloved. The original price is ninety-nine gold coins, but today you don't want ninety-nine, just nine silver coins!"
"This popular Forest Mist balm makes you smell like a knight's dream spirit, not hay in the stable."
"And the Duchess used the highly praised lily powder! What? Never heard of it? Of course, her maid secretly bought a bottle, and ever since that day, the way the Duchess looked at her has changed... I can't go into details, hush."
"Limited stock, limited stock! Once sold out, it will be out of print. Look for the pawnshop in the east corner of the market!"
Huo Li's old eyes suddenly lit up: What was her wife doing, yelling and screaming in public without any image?
She had never expected that her own wife had such a trick. She was shouting so eloquently and even brought up the Duchess as a gimmick.
Opesha wasn't actually sure whether this kind of hawking was popular in the Middle Ages, but when she was a child, when she went out to buy groceries with her family, she could always hear the loudspeaker shouting "Not ninety-nine, just ninety-nine dollars." Every time this happened, many people would go to pick up things even if they didn't buy anything.
The pedestrians on the street had clearly never seen such an avant-garde way of shouting, and they were all frozen in place, their mouths agape. Even the people queuing across the street waiting to buy face powder couldn't help but turn their heads and crane their necks to peer into her stall.
It turns out that no matter what era, people have an indelible interest in cheap and novel things. Soon, pedestrians on the street were attracted by her unique hawking voice and gathered around the stall to pick out the powder.
When the crowds got so large, there was no need to even shout; people flocked to her stall like running water, curious about what she was selling. Some people who were waiting in a long line across the street couldn't wait any longer, so they saw that Opesha's stall didn't require a queue and so they left the line and came to buy some powder.
Soon, the powder stalls were almost completely sold out. Opesa quickly had Holly restock the boxes. She found a legitimate reason to promote the new powders. She immediately thought of the enchanting queen, Daji, and introduced them to the crowd: "This is the magical enchanting fox fairy powder from the mysterious East. The Eastern fox fairies possess the art of enchantment. Legend has it that a fox fairy once used her beauty to charm a king and achieve the path of demon cultivation. Make your loved one fall in love with you for a short time! You ask about the price? Today's sale is on sale! Take all nine silver coins home!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Opesa felt an inexplicable chill. A gaze, shrouded in icy coldness, pierced her from the depths of darkness. The gaze was direct and sharp, locking onto her with a fierce grip. The overwhelming pressure made it difficult for her to breathe.
She tilted her head uncomfortably and looked back, but could only see the open shop.
Is it an illusion?
Maybe she was putting too much pressure on herself. She had never felt relaxed since the first day she came here. And then there was the incident with the notes this morning. It must have been an illusion.
She shook her head to regain consciousness and continued to work busy at the stall.
With this gimmick, people became even more crazy and women flocked to him:
"Give me three bottles!"
"I want five bottles!"
"Don't grab them all from me, I want to buy them all!"
Opesa smiled evilly and shook her finger. "I'm sorry, this powder is a forbidden technique. It's only available in limited quantities today."
She didn't notice that a sneaky figure was quietly approaching the small cloth bag where she kept her money, and his evil hands slowly opened, trying to take away all the coins.
Got it. The man chuckled, cast a wicked glance at Opesha who was still busy over there, grabbed the bag and ran away.
When Opesa heard the noise, she turned around suddenly and said, "There's a thief!" She reached out to catch the thief, but it was too late. She could only watch the thief run away.
She immediately handed the stall over to Holly and said, "I'll go chase the thief, you help watch the store!"
Damn, no matter where you are, there are always the most thieves from abroad. She is still too narrow-minded.
She lifted her skirt and ran two steps when she saw a black shadow flying past at lightning speed, chasing the thief who had disappeared into the crowd.
The man was moving so fast that Opesa could only barely see his long golden hair messed up by the wind.
Sinderel? Her heart was in her throat. Why was he chasing after him? Didn't he know he was a vicious thief? What if he was armed with a sharp weapon? Even if he was very strong, how could he fight with his bare hands?
If Sinderel flew away, she would be buried with him.
You're the protagonist, my life depends on you, can you please take care of yourself? You just want to take the money and leave me? Opesa wanted to cry but had no tears, so she could only run forward desperately.
However, she lost her way as she ran.
Before, she could tell the approximate location based on the passersby who stopped to watch the show, but now she couldn't see any of the passersby at all. It was obvious that they were running too fast and had already run out of range.
It's over. Opesha felt that the system would soon announce "game over".
She looked around nervously, but couldn't find Sinderel. Just as she was about to continue looking forward, a hand suddenly reached out from the crowd and grabbed her wrist.
!
She stepped back in fear, trying to pull her hand away with great force, but the man didn't move at all, pulling her towards an alleyway at the side.
Only when they were far away from the crowd did Opesa see clearly who was holding her wrist tightly. "...Sinderel?"
Sinderel pulled her into an empty and dark alley, then loosened his grip and pulled her further inside, motioning her to continue forward.
The alley was like the cracks in a village within the city, dirty, smelly, and dark at the bottom. Opesa frowned and followed his instructions, moving forward.
Turning the corner, Opesa's eyes were instantly caught by a scene on the ground—a shirtless man, bound tightly with strips of cloth. Upon closer inspection, it was the thief who had stolen the money.
The man's head was covered in blood, his hands clasped behind his back, and he lay prostrate on the ground. Initially, he struggled to move, attempting to escape. But the moment he saw the newcomer, his entire body trembled violently, a look of extreme fear instantly covering his face. He froze in place, trembling uncontrollably, as if struck by lightning.
Opesa was stunned by the sudden scene. It was not until something was thrown in front of her that she came to her senses and hurriedly caught it.
"Is it missing?" A low and cold voice slowly seeped out, and the flat tone of voice did not reveal any trace of doubt.
The warmth left on the fabric of the purse made her fingertips numb. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go back and count..."
"Right here." His words were brief, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure, like an order. Before he finished speaking, Opesa's palm suddenly felt cold, and a sharp dagger was already pressing against her hand. The blade flashed with a cold light. "If it's missing, cut off his fingers."
The thief's face instantly turned ashen, completely overwhelmed by fear. He kowtowed desperately, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull thud. From his mouth, tightly gagged with a cloth, bursts of desperate wail emanated, sharp and miserable, piercing Opessa's ears and causing tinnitus and a headache.
"Okay, just send him to the sheriff." Opesa had no interest in that at all. What she cared more about now was why Sinderel suddenly decided to help her catch the thief.
His behavior was very abnormal. Based on her behavior a few days ago, he should have treated her coldly and wished that his day's work would be stolen.
What is this, the calm before the storm?
Let her let her guard down first, and then kill her with one strike?
She felt a chill.
She didn't know Sinderel at all, and her past understanding of him was completely useless. He might be more dangerous than she thought.
Her hand holding the dagger trembled unconsciously. Whose dagger was this? Was it the one that Sinderel carried with him? She didn't know. At this moment, she hoped it belonged to the thief.
She didn't notice that Sinderel's eyes darkened at her words.
"You are unhappy." Sinderel suddenly said, as if he saw through her thoughts.
"I don't……"
The next second, the dagger in her hand was snatched away, and the sharp tip of the knife was instantly forced towards her.
Opesa's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Why?" he suddenly asked, frowning in confusion.
"What...why?" Opesa stiffened.
The tip of the knife suddenly pierced the stone wall, and Opesa trembled suddenly.
"He's a bad man, a thief, a burglar." Sinderel looked at her stubbornly. "Why don't you punish him?"
He was angry. Opesha tried to remain calm: "Bad people should be punished by law."
"What is a bad guy and what is a good guy?" Sindriel narrowed his eyes. "Am I a bad guy?"
If he is a bad person, why should we care about him?
Why is he the only one who suffers, while the truly evil people don't?
Opesa understood what he meant, but she couldn't think of a way to explain it. She couldn't use common sense to explain it, nor could she tell the truth.
The blade was so close, she had to find a way to comfort Sinderel.
What to do...what to do...
In a state of panic, Opesa grasped Sindriel's arm, her nails digging into his pale skin. The protruding wrist bone pressed against her palm, and the throbbing pulse made her fingertips burn. Sindriel clearly hated physical contact, his delicate brows knitted together, and he made a move to pull his hand away.
Instead of stepping back, she pulled him into her arms, tightening her arms to hold him firmly in her embrace.
She could feel Sinderel's body stiffen.
She lowered her head and took two deep breaths, then steadied her tone and asked, "Do you want to die?"
"It's easy to die, just tell me. But you have to die at the hands of such an unknown person? Who allowed it? I didn't intend to let you go so easily, Sinderel. Why are you so perfect? It's you who gave me so much suffering. Why do you think I raised you for so long? Just to let you suffer with me. Others? What do they have to do with me? We must be tied together and go to the Howling Hell together."
The person in her arms was extremely quiet, and she didn't know if he understood the concern hidden in her words.
Sinderel didn't move. Opesa was afraid that he would suddenly attack her, so she pushed him away and grabbed his arms to look him up and down: "Really, are you hurt? How can I order you around if you are hurt?" Fortunately, there was no sign of injury on his body, and Opesa breathed a sigh of relief.
Only Opesa knew that these were all ironic words. She was truly afraid that something would happen to Sinderel, not only because he was the protagonist, but also because of her own unspoken conscience.
Gripping the dagger firmly in his palm, Sinderel lowered his head slightly and whispered, "You want me to suffer?" This time, his tone finally showed some movement. "You know, I'm good at enduring pain."
very nice.
For some reason, this idea suddenly came to his mind.
He didn't intend to let her go, nor did he expect her to let him go so easily.
Instead, he was afraid that she would not be able to bear the pain he gave her.
However, this is the only way to make the arrest.
This is how the cat-and-mouse game is played.
The bewitching fragrance appeared again, and this time, he no longer felt the urge to escape.
Opesa glanced at him like a madman, pursed her lips, and asked, "Why are you chasing him?"
"..." Sinderel glanced at the man, then turned back to look at Opesha, "You gave me the medicine."
Because he didn't want to owe her anything at all, he would feel disgusted.
But Opesha didn't understand: "What?"
Gave her the medicine? Because she gave him the medicine, so he wanted to repay her?
Then what about those bad things she did against her will? She already had a painful conscience, and now, because of her unintentional kindness, could he actually remember it?
Opesa's heart ached.
What a sinner! She is unforgivable!
Afraid of revealing her emotions, she quickly turned her back to Sinderel and continued to speak harshly against her will: "Send him to the sheriff and come back quickly. Don't waste my time because of you."
After saying that, she left the alley.
There, the boy leaned against the mossy brick wall, looking at her as if he were looking at a caught prey.
He glanced at the man lying on the ground, and suddenly lost his original desire for violence, but he did not intend to send the man to the sheriff, as that would be too troublesome.
He squatted down and slowly tapped the man's cheek with the flat of his knife. "I'm not sending you anywhere, nor am I planning to kill you." With a sinister look in his eyes, he slowly raised the tip of the knife, hovering it over the man's eyes. "But your biggest sin is that you've seen my face. So, I'm taking your eyes."
The man's pupils suddenly dilated.
Puff——
The blood-stained weapon fell into the puddle. The blond boy took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his hands.
He was about to get up and leave, but he accidentally noticed that half of something was sticking out of the man's pocket.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and took the thing away.
It's the Fox scented powder.
It might be better to call it Animal-Luring Incense, he thought.
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