socalfunplaces Chapter 168 White Stone
Chapter 168 White Stone
Chapter 168 White Stone
Ultimately, Cathy agreed to let her go to the highlands.
Harriet could sense Cathy's deep reluctance and worry.
Before parting, Cathy hugged Harriet tightly.
When urged on, Harriet told Cathy, "I have to go."
Kathy then said, "Give me another hug."
It's really time to go.
Just for a moment.
Kathy.
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Cassie eventually let go, and every time Harriet turned around, Cassie was staring intently at her.
Harriet promised she would return safely, while Casey emphasized the need to hurry.
What a good boy! Sometimes Harriet felt so lucky to have met Cathy.
She was just a farm girl, but Cathy was of noble lineage. She couldn't help but doubt herself, wondering if she was not good enough for Cathy.
Therefore, I also feel that I am very cunning.
When Kathy was at his most vulnerable, she entered his heart and forcefully occupied a space within it.
Otherwise, once Cathy leaves the vineyard, there will be no further contact between them.
Did Cathy notice? If she did, would she be disappointed in Harriet?
Probably not, Casey is too kind.
Anyone who does him even the smallest favor will remember it tenfold.
He was a thoughtful and gentle boy, Harriet thought, but now he's my boy.
She really didn't want Cathy to be sad or upset; she wanted Cathy to be happy.
Previously, when they were at the vineyard, Cathy would occasionally show a melancholy and sad expression.
He would ask some strange questions, but he was never willing to go into details, and then the conversation would end in melancholy.
But once she arrived at the library, Cathy's demeanor immediately brightened.
Harriet believes it's not just because the library gives her a sense of security, but also because of her companionship.
Cathy is strong, but she is more afraid of being alone than anyone else.
However, the people he cared about kept leaving him one after another.
So Harriet wanted Cathy to no longer be lonely. She wanted to stay by Cathy's side forever, and she even longed to hold Cathy's hand and sleep with her.
It's likely that Cathy also felt that Harriet wouldn't leave him.
That's why he relied on Harriet and talked to her about everything.
Cathy would always tell Harriet her deepest thoughts.
Perhaps without realizing it, Harriet had become a unique presence in Cathy's heart.
Undoubtedly, Cathy is Harriet's one and only.
Apart from Cathy, there's no one left for Harriet to care about.
So when Cathy was upset because of her, Harriet felt even worse than Cathy.
When Cathy acted coldly towards her, she felt even more heartbroken.
Fortunately, Cathy still cared about her.
On that candlelit night, after Cathy reconciled with Harriet, she awkwardly but unexpectedly assertively proposed to her.
The pain in her heart vanished instantly.
Cassie once told Harriet that magic could repair the cracks in the bottle.
At that moment, Cassie became her magic, healing her heart.
"Cassie is mine," Harriet thought happily, "and I am Cassie's too."
Harriet, who didn't want to leave, let out a deep breath while sitting on her horse. She really wanted to be with Cathy all the time, but Harriet also understood that no one could stay by someone's side every step of the way.
A brief separation is sometimes just a prelude to a better time together.
Moreover, Mr. Mosley had already spoken to her privately, and she then realized that her purpose in coming here was not merely to accompany that soldier to exchange for the bounty.
At this moment, Harriet is riding a horse.
She had never ridden a horse before; this was something she had just learned, so she rode very slowly.
So Jarl complained repeatedly and asked Harriet to ride a horse with him.
Harriet naturally disagreed; if she wanted to share a horse with anyone, it would have to be Cathy.
But in reality, Harriet was more eager than Jarl to speed up their journey.
Jarl only received his bounty a few days later, but Harriet missed out on spending time with him.
The saddle rubbed Harriet's inner thighs raw and her back ached, but compared to all the hardships Harriet had endured since childhood, it was nothing.
Mr. Mosley said it would be a rare experience, and he would try to learn from it and grow from it.
Once she gets used to the discomfort in her thighs and lower back, she'll have learned to ride a horse, which should be considered progress.
However, there's no need to rush. The journey to the plateau is long, and she will have many more opportunities.
She has been away from the library for more than half a month, so she must be only halfway to the plateau.
Plateau, the Lines Plateau.
The plateau, named after Keshi, is also Keshi's hometown.
But what exactly is that land like?
Harriet wanted to know everything about Cathy; she wanted to know everything.
Kathy said his family motto is "Breathe carefully."
The air is thin at high altitudes, so you need to breathe carefully and slowly to get enough oxygen.
Kathy had taken deep breaths with Harriet, which made Harriet feel calm.
However, if she actually reached the plateau, in that oxygen-deficient environment, Harriet was a little worried—would she still be able to feel peace?
She is from the peninsula, but will be a highlander in the future, and she feels she must learn to adapt to the environment there.
Thinking about this, Harriet couldn't help but feel that perhaps this was truly a valuable experience.
The trees on both sides of the road were sparse, allowing Harriet to see clearly into the distance, but she couldn't find a single person.
But once she looked away, Harriet's eyes were drawn to Jarl's broad brown armor.
Mr. Mosley also said that Jar would protect her safety during the trip.
Along the way, you can try to cooperate with Jarl to hone your skills in using the witchcraft you have mastered.
To Kathy, Jarl was undoubtedly an enemy, so Harriet did not want to cooperate with him.
But since Mr. Mosley has said so, Harriet can accept it.
The witchcraft she possessed was given to her by Mr. Mosley, who also frequently guided her and offered advice.
Harriet understood that her ability to protect Casey was all thanks to Mr. Mosley.
Harriet firmly believed that the gentleman was a good man and that he was thinking of either her or Cathy. Therefore, she could not resist his wishes.
But how can I get the opportunity to work with Jarl?
Just as Harriet was thinking this, Jarl suddenly turned around, but his helmet concealed his eyes.
He asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
How did you know I was watching you?
"If I couldn't even sense that, I would have been killed hundreds of times over."
Harriet then realized that warriors truly possessed the ability to sense danger.
Before arriving at the library, Harriet thought that magic and witchcraft were just things that existed in stories.
It wasn't until she herself mastered countless powers that Harriet realized the world was far more incredible than she had imagined.
Harriet concluded that this Jar must also possess some kind of extraordinary power, and at a considerable level.
Seemingly because Harriet hadn't responded for a while, Jarl turned back to look at Harriet again and asked:
"What's your relationship with that kid?"
When Jar suddenly brought up something related to Casey, she instantly became wary.
Why are you asking this?
"Just curious," Jar said. "It seems you two care about each other a lot."
"It's none of your business."
"Hmph!" Jarl chuckled. "Is he your man?"
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Upon hearing this, Harriet's face instantly turned hot, and her heart pounded.
Is he my man? Harriet was getting restless; could she admit it?
Harriet didn't know how to answer, and she was too embarrassed to answer.
"Since you haven't denied it, it means you two do have a similar relationship; you're at least her lover."
Harriet, the lover, tightened her grip on the reins. Would anyone propose to their lover?
"So I understand why you're so wary of me," Jar said, "but I want to tell you, I have no ill intentions toward that kid."
"But you must arrest him!"
"Because that is my mission, and I swear I will not return until I have accomplished it," Jar said. "On the contrary, I have a pretty good impression of that kid. Although he is a bit slow at times, I can tell that he has the makings of something great."
Harriet frowned: "What are you trying to say?"
"What I want to say is, don't distance yourself from me too much because of that kid. On this trip, our interests are aligned."
"Ha! Where is the consensus?"
"I promised the librarian I'd keep you safe, and you want to return to the library safely and reunite with that kid, right?"
Harriet couldn't deny that Jar was right:
"and then?"
“The Lines Plateau is not peaceful, and even I am not confident that I can protect you,” Jar said. “But if you oppose me at every turn, we will only end up hurting each other.”
"You want me to take your orders?"
"Although you look tall, especially among women, you're probably no more than twenty years old, right?"
Jardau,
"Your clear eyes say a lot. I bet you've never experienced a truly dangerous battle. If you were to encounter an enemy, do you know how to fight them?"
Harriet had no idea, and she had to shake her head in acknowledgment.
"Then listen to me," Jarl said. "You can also learn from me how to fight."
Hearing this, Harriet was very puzzled:
"But you don't need to do that."
"It's not necessary, but that kid promised to tell me a story, and I'm giving you guidance as a return gift. Or are you going to become his enemy in the future?"
"How could that be!" Harriet retorted excitedly.
"There's another reason," Jarl continued, "since we're going to be working together, I still hope my collaborators won't hold me back too much."
Harley nodded: "How are you going to instruct me?"
"Combat skills can only be improved in combat," Jarl said. "Of course, you should find a few reasonable fights to try along the way."
Harriet questioned, "What a coincidence!"
"This isn't a coincidence, it's the norm. You haven't been out and about enough," Jarl replied. "The roads are full of bandits and lunatics, and there have been a lot of monster incidents lately. The chances of us encountering something like this are not low."
"But it's still not a certainty."
"You're right," Jar said, his tone unusually cheerful, "but I have a feeling we'll meet today."
Harriet was startled: "Why?"
"This is a main road, it should be bustling with people, but we've been walking for most of the day, have you seen a single person?"
Harriet had noticed this long ago, but she never considered the possibility of danger.
Harriet suddenly realized that she had absolutely no ability to deal with unexpected situations.
She immediately tensed up; if Jarl's analysis was correct, danger could arrive at any moment.
Less than half an hour later, Jar suddenly signaled Harriet to stop.
Then, the two dismounted and tied their horses up.
Jarl quietly walked ahead and asked Harriet to follow.
Not long after she started walking, Harriet saw what was happening ahead.
A horse-drawn carriage was stopped halfway by a group of people.
Judging from the shape of the carriage, it should be a freight car, and the person driving it is probably a merchant.
Harriet asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Can't you tell?"
"It seems to be a robbery by bandits."
"Then why bother asking?"
Harriet immediately understood that Jarl hated nonsense:
"What should we do?"
"I just told you that we need to find a suitable opportunity to refine our fighting style. There's no better opportunity than attacking bandits."
"Hmm, so, we're going to fight?"
Jarl nodded.
Harriet asked, "How do we fight?"
"You make the first move, and I'll try to cooperate with you."
"I can't do it," Harriet said. "I don't know how to attack."
Jarl raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"
Harriet didn't explain with words, but directly invoked her power and applied it to Jarl.
Jarl abruptly turned his head, opening his eyes and staring directly at Harriet:
"What did you do?"
"I have increased your physical activity. Your strength, speed, and even reaction time should now be enhanced by about 10%."
After hearing this, Jarl hid under his helmet and chuckled softly:
"I see. Are your other abilities also like that?"
"Um--"
"Hmph! I didn't expect you to be such a gem!" Jarl turned his head back to the enemy in front of him. "I already know how we should coordinate—"
After saying that, Jarl drew his axe and charged swiftly towards the bandits.
There were eight bandits in total. After Jal killed one of them, the others reacted instantly and tried to fight back against Jal.
However, the scattered pieces of armor on these people indicate that their martial arts skills must not be very high.
Jarl swung his axe backhand and took down another one.
But since it was a collaboration, Harriet felt she couldn't just stand by and watch.
So Wen mobilized his forces and targeted two of the bandits.
Harriet drained the "vitality" from the two men, causing their physical abilities to drop drastically in an instant.
Jarl seized the opportunity and took out the other four.
For Jarl, taking the last two men was as easy as taking candy from a baby.
Harriet breathed a sigh of relief and tried to walk toward Jarl, but found she couldn't move her feet at all.
Looking down, I saw that my legs were trembling and weak.
Only then did she belatedly realize that she had been terrified by the bloody scene.
But in order to protect Cathy and safeguard his kindness, Harriet foresaw that she would inevitably face this scenario at any time in the future.
"I can't be afraid," Harriet told herself. "I must adapt to it and breathe carefully..."
After taking a few deep breaths, Harriet finally calmed down and walked towards the pile of corpses.
The moment she approached, Jar asked, "You limited those people's performance too, didn't you?"
"Hmm," Harley nodded.
"Hmph! Convenient capabilities," Jarl chuckled. "I can imagine our cooperation will go very smoothly."
Just then, the merchant who had been stopped suddenly ran up to the two men, knelt down, and shouted:
"Thank you! Thank you! If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be dead by now—"
The merchant's voice was filled with panic; he was probably already in despair before Jarl and Harriet made their move.
For him, he probably even saw half of the Grim Reaper's shadow.
"Those bandits didn't intend to kill you, otherwise they wouldn't have waited for me to come and rescue you," Jar announced.
"Even so, you are still my benefactors," the merchant said. "Whatever you want, as long as it's within my power, I will provide it."
I will definitely accept it.
"That's tempting," Jar said, "but unfortunately I don't have time to accept your gratitude."
"Since that's the case—"
As he spoke, the merchant ran to his truck and took out a small glass bottle.
Then he handed the bottle to Harriet:
"Miss, you'll definitely like this. It's worth more than a large silver coin."
A large silver coin?!
Harriet couldn't believe her ears and stared intently at the contents of the bottle.
The bottle was filled with white, square-shaped pebbles.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Sugar cubes," the merchant replied, "are a precious commodity that only wealthy nobles can afford."
Harriet asked, "Is this food?"
"I suppose so—" the merchant opened the bottle. "Have a taste!"
Harriet looked at Jarl, who said:
"I've tried this once; you can give it a try."
After listening, Harriet carefully picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.
Then, Harriet felt herself melt.
The sweet taste instantly travels through your taste buds and reaches every pore of your body.
My goodness, this is so delicious!
Seemingly noticing Harriet's blissful expression, the businessman smiled and said:
"How about this, as my way of repaying you?"
Harriet looked at Jarl again, and this time Jarl shrugged:
"Whatever you want."
She simply couldn't resist the sweetness, so she gladly accepted it.
"Thanks."
"I should thank you, you saved my life. Even if they hadn't intended to kill me, I wouldn't have been able to keep these sugar cubes."
Harley nodded, ready to accept the sugar cube.
Just then, she suddenly had a strong urge to let Cathy experience this feeling too.
Kathy was a duke, and he might have tasted such things before; sugar cubes might not have been unusual to him.
But what if it doesn't?
These sugar cubes were the best thing Harriet had ever tasted, so she longed to share them with Cathy.
Harriet considered it for a moment, then took a few more pills from the glass bottle and returned the bottle to the merchant.
"What is this?" the merchant asked, puzzled.
"Could you give this to someone for me?" Harriet asked. "I want him to try it too."
The merchant beamed, "Of course! I will deliver it! Where is that person?"
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