Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 124 The Witch Who Stomped Grapes (Part 4)

After a fierce battle.

Almost everyone was exhausted, covered in purple juice, and the entire brewery was a mess.

Except for one person still standing there, he was so different from others, with almost no dirt on his body, only some scattered splashes of color.

"Damn it... I won't lose." The old village chief on this side took out the last grapes he had and threw them at the face of an old man from the other village.

“I should be the one to say that—” the old man retorted, taking out grapes in response, but he was probably too tired, as the grapes he tossed out weren’t very accurate.

"Old man, you've been living too comfortably over there. You haven't been exercising much lately... Is that all?" the village chief mocked.

"Heh, I'm still better than you no matter what. Even your marketing strategy has to imitate our village. How can you be so shameless?" Clearly, the old man was the village chief from that other village.

After all, it would be strange if the village chief didn't show up after something like this happened.

The two exchanged a few words remotely.

"I say, it seems quite fun," the village chief laughed. "Next time, we will beat you with an absolute advantage."

"Hehe—this time you launched a sneak attack. Next time, in a fair and square competition, you will be utterly defeated."

Qin couldn't understand why these two people, who were quite old, could say such childish things. But judging from the situation, because of this grape battle, both sides had released a lot of pressure. Their relationship wasn't exactly harmonious, but at least it wasn't so tense anymore.

Elena seemed to have drunk too much and had already passed out, lying on the ground like that.

Beside her was the half-empty bottle of wine she had finished drinking.

"Such poor drinking manners, yet you still drink," Qin muttered, then picked up the sleeping Elena and left the battlefield. As for the half-empty bottle of wine, she simply left it there.

Having learned from this experience, she probably won't touch alcohol for a long time.

When he's drunk, he acts like a child.

Come to think of it, she acts like a child when she's sick—perhaps this is a subconscious response.

……

My head... my head hurts so much... what's wrong with me...?

At night, Elena was awakened by a primal sensation; her bladder was telling her it was about to burst. Perhaps because of this, Elena got out of bed without paying attention to how dizzy she was.

Then, drowsily and sleepily, he reached out and groped his way through the dark house—of course, to find the bathroom.

Fortunately, as a traveler, she always had a good sense of direction, and even with her eyes closed, she vaguely made her way to the restroom.

After unleashing her primal instincts, Elena regained some clarity and vaguely remembered what had happened. She had taken a few sips of wine—and then—and then participated in the grape fight like a madwoman.

I can't remember many of the specific details because of my headache.

Anyway, I eventually fell asleep because I was tired and drunk, and after that I don't know anything. I guess Qin carried me back.

So, what time is it now?

Elena slowly walked out of the village chief's house to try and determine the time. The moon outside was as round as a ball, and its position was roughly where it should be before dawn—in short, the sun should be rising soon.

Elena rubbed her eyes and planned to lie back down and take another nap.

Unwittingly, she saw a person sitting on the trunk of a small tree near the village chief's house.

You don't even need to guess who this is.

After all, who would climb a tree like a monkey for no reason?

But what are you doing in the middle of the night—well, not exactly the middle of the night, anyway, not sleeping at this hour? Are you releasing your primal instincts in the tree…? I’m not sure what I’m thinking.

I can still feel the effects of the alcohol on me; I'll never drink again.

I don't think I did anything stupid when I was drunk—I don't think so...

"What are you doing up there?" Elena asked, approaching the tree. "Are there gold coins up there?"

“Yes,” Qin said.

Does it really exist?

Elena waved her wand and leaped into the air, landing on a tree next to her harp: "Where are the gold coins?"

"Your gold coin." Qin took a gold coin out of her pocket and tossed it over. Instinctively, Elena caught it and stuffed it into her pocket.

Why am I so skilled at this...?

Elena shook her head, quickly banishing the strange thought from her mind.

"Look at the moon?" Elena guessed the right answer. After all, from the treetops, besides the somewhat desolate village, the mountains, and the bright moon high in the sky, there was nothing else to see.

"I do this when I can't sleep..." Qin said. "Are you sober now?"

"I don't feel it yet, but I'm much better... I didn't do anything stupid when I was drunk, did I?" Elena asked, since drunk people tend to forget many things they did while drunk.

"She did a lot of stupid things, like throwing grapes at me," Qin said.

amount……

I do remember this incident; I had this inexplicable urge to smash the piano—I can't even quite recall why. Why did I want to smash it?

Do I have any sadistic tendencies?

“Any other stupid things?” Elena asked.

He lay down on the ground and slept, dressed undignifiedly.

Cough cough—thinking about it, it's actually a little embarrassing... But you have the least right to say that to me.

"By the way, do you often have trouble sleeping?" Elena asked.

"About twice a week, but it's become more frequent lately. After all, my body is having a rejection reaction, so sleeping is impossible," Qin said.

I feel like I asked a stupid question.

I used to sleep very well and I rarely woke up in the middle of the night—I really hadn't paid attention to this before.

Perhaps not wanting to continue this somewhat heavy topic, Elena changed the subject: "Thank you for carrying me back."

“You always like to express your gratitude in some inexplicable way,” Qin said.

“Just like you always like to ask why in some inexplicable places,” Elena replied.

"So, why did you throw grapes at me..." Qin asked.

Well...I...I'm not really sure either...

Maybe... perhaps...

“Maybe… I just want you to fit in,” Elena said.

“Is that so? But I still find it a little hard to understand—it’s no easier for me than solving a complex magic problem,” Jean said.

That's what I mean—I knew it wouldn't be that easy.

“Often, I’m more comfortable as an observer,” Qin said. “Like an audience member in front of a stage. It makes me feel at peace.”

"But the audience also has their own stage—everyone has their own stage."

"I don't quite understand."

"Simply put, you may think you are insignificant, but in the eyes of some people, you are a very special person. For example, a tenant farmer under a rich man may be insignificant to the rich man, since he can be replaced at any time; but this tenant farmer also has his own family, his father, his mother, his wife, and his children, and they all think he is the most special person."

“Even ordinary people have their own stage—life is about performing on your own stage, without a script.” Irene blurted out a string of things she thought made perfect sense. She never imagined alcohol could have such an effect.

"Special? Me?" Qin seemed to be lost in thought.

At least... you're special to me...

But... when exactly did this special thing begin...? Never mind, why should I try to understand everything like I'm learning to play the piano?

Elena and Qin bid farewell to the village that had brought them so much joy the next day and continued their journey. After they left, the two villages seemed to be under some kind of spell, and their previously tense relationship became peaceful—except that every few years, a grape-fighting battle would break out at the entrance of the two villages.

It is said that this is a festival for the two villages to vent their daily anger.

Unbeknownst to them, the witch's wine stomped on by Elena was selling like hotcakes in the nearby kingdoms—who knows what the reaction would be if those people knew that much of this wine was stomped on by burly men with shaggy feet.

If Elena finds out about this someday, she'll definitely fly back and demand royalties.