novelhk Chapter 123 The Witch Who Stomped Grapes (Part 3)
Chapter 123 The Witch Who Stomped Grapes (Part 3)
"Miss Elena, why..." The village chief was a little puzzled as to why Elena suddenly made this request to go and take a look at the other village so early in the morning.
Could it be that our village didn't provide adequate hospitality?
That village over there is our mortal enemy. Villagers from both sides might get into a fight if they accidentally bump into each other. After all, our village entrances are directly opposite each other—no matter how much we try to avoid it, we're bound to run into people from the other village eventually.
No, we have to keep her here—we can't let her think that the other village is better. Right, we'll use the pride of our village to persuade her to stay.
"Miss Elena, please be sure to taste our fine wine." The village chief handed her an opened bottle of wine without further ado.
Elena instinctively wanted to refuse, but the village chief didn't give her a chance to say no.
Well... since it's already like this, might as well try it... after all, I've never had it before.
Elena took a small sip of wine—"Hmm...is this wine? It's so pungent."
“I went to that village just to stop them from continuing their trickery,” Elena explained her motivation for going there.
She has to make the person who called her a flat-chested loli pay the price.
But before Elena could continue explaining that the wine wasn't just stepped on by Rosemary alone, she was interrupted by the excited village chief.
"Oh, Miss Elena, you want to use magic to blow up all their wine barrels? That's a great idea, stopping them from cheating at the source," the village chief nodded.
amount……
That's too much... blowing up someone's livelihood is going too far. I just had a problem with that arrogant girl.
"Then let's go quickly!" The village chief seemed much bolder, now that the witch was backing him up. "Let's bring our brothers and conquer the village on the other side in one fell swoop..."
Ahhhh?
Are you planning a brawl? That can't be serious...
"Fellow villagers! Grab your weapons! Let's have a go at that village over there!" The village chief's triumphant voice quickly echoed throughout every corner of this village.
"I've had my hated them for ages! Brothers! Grab your weapons!" The men, women, and children of the village responded to the village chief's call. "It's time to make those people from that village pay the price!!"
The whole village began to erupt in a cacophony of voices, turning into complete chaos.
Um... um... ah...
Elena stood there, stunned, unsure of what to say.
"Does this village have a tradition of doing morning exercises?" Because the commotion in the village was so loud, it seemed that Qin had been dragged out of the house. "Although I don't know what happened, was it you who did it again?"
"What do you mean 'again'? Do I often cause trouble? This has nothing to do with me, okay?" Elena said, dissatisfied.
"Responding to Miss Elena's call—Kill! Kill! Kill!!" The village's elite forces were assembled, and everyone carried a large backpack.
"Is that really true?" Qin asked incredulously.
"Um...maybe it's somewhat related...but..."
"Reporting to the village chief, our village's No. 1 unit has assembled and is ready to fight the enemy at any time," a young man saluted.
"Let's go!!!" the village chief said.
Elena stared dumbfounded as such a large group of people set off.
We have to catch up with them now, no matter what.
Elena quickly used magic to move to the front of the group—if necessary—she needed to separate the two villages a little when they got too caught up in the fighting, since she was the one who started it all.
The impressive display of power in this village quickly attracted the attention of the village in the other village.
But the main force of this village, with an astonishingly rapid pace, marched to the village on the other side—and even went directly to the brewing grounds of that village.
The sound of stomping grapes could be heard coming from inside.
"Hey, people from this village, what are you doing in that village?!" "You—what do you want?!"
Ignoring the surprised expressions of the villagers on the other side, Elena simply opened the door to the brewing grounds.
Open the door—it's time to check the water meter!
She soon saw the processing site inside—a group of burly men were stomping grapes with great vigor, while Rosemary stood with her hands on her hips shouting, "Hurry up and stomp, this part isn't evenly stomped yet."
But she was quickly startled by the sudden opening of the door: "Who is it? Didn't we agree on when the processing would begin... um..."
Rosemary looked at Elena, who was staring at her with a mocking expression, and at the group of dumbfounded villagers behind her.
“Blonde brat…you didn’t step on these grapes, did you?” Elena smiled.
“You…you’re talking nonsense…I’m just too tired today…” Rosemary said, her eyes darting around. “I’m the one who usually steps on it.”
This testimony is weak and unconvincing.
"Could it be that the wine we drank was from these big men... Ugh..." The villagers behind Elena began to look at each other and vomit.
You guys really do... still drink the wine brewed here.
Is it really because wine tastes better when beautiful women step on it? I don't quite understand.
Irene saw the village chief's face turn green: "He actually... he actually deceived me... I actually drank it... Waaaaah..."
I'll offer my condolences for a second.
"No need to pretend anymore—after all, how could you possibly be that efficient by yourself?" Elena pressed her advantage.
"I knew we'd get caught." "After all, money is really easy to make." "Yeah, yeah, those guys bought it like crazy as soon as they heard it was wine made from beautiful women's feet." The burly men chattered amongst themselves.
"We originally came here for a peaceful sparring match." The village chief unloaded his bundle and took out its contents: wine... lots and lots of wine...
The villagers also opened their packages, some containing grapes and some containing wine.
"We should decide who has the better wine," the village chief said.
So you guys didn't come here to fight after all...
“There’s no need for that now,” the village chief said.
Huh? You guys are really going to fight?
"You will pay the price!" The village chief threw a grape, which hit Rosemary right between the eyebrows.
"Ugh—my face—you barbarians!!" Rosemary wiped the grapes off her forehead, grabbed a bunch of grapes and threw them at the side, hitting the old village chief.
"You're bullying a 76-year-old comrade like me!" the village chief roared.
"How dare they lay a hand on our Rosemary!" The burly men were all displeased.
A grape-throwing battle ensued between the two sides. Seeing the overwhelming strength of the other village, the people from the other village, though unaware of the true situation, also gathered around and threw grapes at them.
Elena dodged left and right amidst the chaotic grape attacks.
"Hey, hey—what does this have to do with me?" Elena muttered, taking another sip of wine—although the first sip wasn't very good, she now surprisingly found it quite pleasant?
Irena felt her face burning, and then, perhaps due to the alcohol, her concentration waned, and she was finally hit by the grapes that were thrown at her.
As the saying goes, the "wet shoes effect"—she was hit by more and more grapes.
Damn it—you bunch of bastards—why did you hit me?! Elena pulled out her wand and then used magic to hurl the grapes behind her indiscriminately—you bunch of bastards will pay the price.
“Miss Elena—I’m from this village—ah—” Then the villager was hit in the face by Elena.
"You guys threw mine first." Irena felt dizzy, and the nameless anger in her heart drove her to vent in this way.
Then her gaze drifted to Qin, who was idly watching from afar with her hands in her pockets.
And you—why am I the only one who got hit?!
Seeing him isolate himself like this makes me furious.
Irene threw a bunch of grapes at Qin—looking like she didn't want to fit in. What's so great about that? Is that some kind of aloofness?
Qin seemed completely unprepared for Elena's sneak attack.
But his instincts allowed him to avoid most of Elena's attacks. Only a few grapes grazed his body.
Fight back—why are you looking at me like that? Honestly—why do you always suppress your own feelings—acting like you're different. You always think you're dispensable, that everything you do is wrong.
He's more important than he thinks, okay?
Elena threw more grapes over.
Because he was prepared, Qin truly embodied the saying "walking through a grape rain without getting a single grape on him," and instead of being hit by the grapes, he slowly walked over.
"You're drunk," Qin said helplessly.
“I’m not drunk, you’re the one who’s drunk—you wanted to make it up to me, didn’t you? Come on, beat them up,” Elena said.
"Didn't I already buy you bread?"
"not enough."
"How childish! Well then, let's do as you say." Qin shrugged and picked up the grapes that had fallen to the side. She paused for a few seconds to mourn for the villagers who were about to be overwhelmed by the grapes.