Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 105 The Desert Holy City of Santiago (Part 3)

Before entering the country, Elena really didn't expect that there would be witches in this relatively remote place.

Therefore, when I did something against my own will, I first wondered if there really was a god in this world.

But I did have my doubts—after all, there are too many ways to cheat and deceive in this world. Magic is often impossible to guard against; no matter how old or knowledgeable you are, you will always encounter all sorts of strange and unusual magic that you've never seen before.

“I’ve never heard of any witches other than me in Santiago. You must be from out of town,” Atlan said. “It’s quite rare to find a witch in such a remote and impoverished place.”

Haha... Did you insult yourself in the process?

How could a witch like you be born in such a remote and impoverished place?

There is obviously no Magic Integration Association branch here. To become a witch, or even an apprentice witch, one must leave this place and go to a kingdom outside the desert where there is a Magic Integration Association branch to take the exam.

Only those who become apprentice witches are qualified to have witches as their teachers. Only those who graduate and are awarded the title of witch and a witch brooch are considered official witches.

However, it's not just these places that are surprising.

After becoming a witch in Atlantis, it's truly remarkable that she would choose to return to this remote and impoverished place.

After all, outside, with her identity as a witch, she could live a very respectable life, not to mention having no worries about food and drink—living in luxury was not impossible (unless, like some witch who not only traveled but also spent money recklessly).

But in this place where yellow sand fills the sky, it's clear that she wouldn't be given such favorable conditions.

They don't even know where to find the magical materials needed for their research, since there isn't even a branch of the Magic Integration Association here. Are they supposed to go grave robbing?

“I’m here on a trip,” Elena said.

“There’s nothing but sand and mud here, what’s there to see?” Atlan said. “If I could, I wouldn’t want to come back here.”

Huh? Then why did you come back?

They specifically work with your brother to swindle and deceive.

The road has narrowed, sisters.

Irene had no idea that she was also a member of a family of swindlers and con artists.

"Would you like me to show you around my wretched hometown?" Atlanta said. "Of course, not for free."

"Never mind then, I'll explore by myself."

“Really? Without me leading the way, you might run into trouble very soon—you don’t want to have to bathe, change clothes, and kowtow nine times every time you go somewhere,” Atlan said.

amount……

Well……

"With you here, we don't need to?" Elena asked hopefully. If spending money could save her from these inexplicable formalities, then she would consider it a waste of money to avoid trouble.

“Of course—it’s still needed.” Atlan said expressionlessly—though his face was covered by a white veil, making it impossible to see his expression, at least his tone was very flat.

"Then why did you say so much? Goodbye." Elena turned to leave.

"Don't rush, you can have someone accompany you to bathe and change clothes, and then kowtow nine times to the envoy." Atlan stopped Elena, who was about to leave. "Just one silver coin, no, five copper coins will do—have pity on me, I didn't make a single sale today."

I wouldn't even consider paying a copper coin for something like this too much.

Elena ignored Atlan's desperate pleas—"You have hands and feet, and you're a witch. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

"I can take you to a forbidden area where outsiders are not allowed!" Atlan played his trump card.

"What forbidden area?" Elena pricked up her ears and asked.

“The place where that meteorite landed hundreds of years ago,” Atlan said. “I think it’s the only place here worth visiting for travelers passing through—but it’s forbidden territory in our country, and normal people can’t go in.”

"So you can go in now? Don't tell me you can come in with me and be punished by standing outside," Elena said.

“Of course you can go in. I am the only witch in Santiago, and I am a member of the Violet family,” Atlan said.

"Violet?"

"Hmm... Now you know how powerful I am, right?" Atlan released his grip on Elena's arm when he saw her stop, then put his hands on his hips and said proudly.

"what is that?"

Do you know how much a "I don't know" can hurt a witch who craves praise? Atlan's movements visibly froze.

Chekhov and Chin stood quietly on opposite sides, watching the two perform a comedy routine.

He was too afraid to utter a sound, only afraid of his older sister's fist.

Another is that under normal circumstances, they won't utter more than a few words.

The two of them standing together at this moment actually looked quite in sync.

“The founder of our family was named Allah,” Atlan said. “You came here not because you knew about Santiago, but because you don’t know anything about him.”

"Allah—that great prophet? The one who is called the sheepdog of God?" Elena pondered. During her time traveling with the caravan, she had managed to brush up on some local knowledge by buying some local books.

After all, if you come to an unfamiliar place and make a mistake related to local customs, you'll be laughed at if someone finds out.

I vaguely remembered the name Violet, but after skimming through those books, I could only recall some key details. If Atlan hadn't mentioned it, Irena wouldn't have remembered anything about the Violet family being connected to that great prophet.

Allah, the one who initially called for the founding of Santiago, was later revered as the Great Prophet.

“So, you are a descendant of Allah,” Elena said.

“It would be best if you could understand,” Atlan laughed. “Only I have the authority to take you to that forbidden land.”

"Why is that place a forbidden area?"

"This isn't your first time in the religious kingdom, is it? That place is called the Holy Land by us. It's only allowed to enter during the pilgrimages of the prophets of each era. Otherwise, even a fly that flies in will be killed by the gatekeepers," Atlan said.

"Then...how do you have that power?"

"Irena, you're so stupid."

"What are you scolding me for?"

"Who do you think is the prophet of our time?" Atlan asked with a smile.

Seeing how serious and mysterious she is—no way...no way...

Don't tell me that answer; I don't want to believe it. That prophet is actually swindling me, and in the name of her god of the desert, Santiago…

Aren't you afraid that your piety will bring divine retribution?

“You guessed right, I am the prophet of our time,” Atlan said.

"You're a prophet, and you still need my five copper coins?"

“It’s because the doctrine here worships that money is nothing. My mother says that as a prophet I must set an example, and I don’t have a single penny of my own. Those merchants are clearly rolling in money. I really don’t understand why Allah would think of issuing this doctrine.” There was no enthusiasm for Santiago in her tone.

She even cursed her ancestors without hesitation, highlighting her abundant martial virtue.

He truly deserves to be called someone who has studied abroad.

“Then I agree to be your guide.” But Elena was still wary and didn’t pay immediately, just in case she was lying.

"Great, let's go then," Atlan said with a smile. "By the way, you'll treat the Prophet to dinner, right?"

"Are you really a prophet? You seem more like a fraud."

"It's genuine, no doubt about it. Just take a stroll around and you'll see if I'm telling the truth. You can tell the real from fake just by talking to the people here."