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Chapter 29 Witches and Prophecies
Because Raine negotiated with Marquis Fahl to take back all the mines and forests on Salt Island, the family will soon be withdrawing the miners and loggers there.

The corresponding labor shortage is something Rennes has to find a solution for itself.

If the mining of these resource points were to cease, causing problems with the supply of materials for shipbuilding and fleet maintenance, Marquis Fahre would certainly turn against him—at that point, there would be no regard for father-son ties.

The problem with Salt Island is this: the environment is harsh, the population is sparse, and everything needs to be imported from Sea Rock City.

In addition, the Fahre family has been conscripting men in Sea Rock City for a long time, which has made Salt Island a place that the common people fear like snakes and scorpions.

When the craftsmen in the market heard that it was Yandao that was recruiting workers, they waved their hands, shook their heads, and refused to go.

Ryan encouraged Dia to use her eloquence.

Despite Daiya's best efforts to persuade them, the craftsmen simply waved their hands, shook their heads, and refused to go.

Left with no other option, Ryan had to step in himself and unleash his exceptional talent for rhetoric:

I'll pay three times the market rate for hiring here, plus a one-third down payment. It's a three-month contract; you can leave freely after that.

The craftsmen were filled with trepidation and gratitude, and apologized profusely, saying that they had been extremely rude and had neglected their esteemed noble lord. They promised to go to Salt Island immediately to serve him.

“See?” Ryan turned to Dia and said, “Your speaking style only works on a limited group of people, but my communication skills can persuade everyone.”

"You're basically throwing money at people!" Dia retorted. "And where did you get so much money?"

Indeed, this guy actually donated 200 gold crown coins in order to get into the Amazon Memorial Association... Bersalia thought to herself.

Could this guy also have a Midas touch?

As the Rose Queen of the Dark Elves, Bersalia once possessed a magical artifact called "Golden Finger," which could liquefy and extract gold from any ore she came into contact with.

With the help of this magical artifact, Bersalia amassed a considerable fortune. She had so much gold that when building her palace, the craftsmen could gild the roof tiles. Under the sunlight, it shimmered brilliantly, hence the name "Radiant Highgarden."

Unfortunately, she did not take this divine artifact with her before she died; it is estimated that it fell into the hands of the Brightness Academy.

In the depths of Bersalia's rose-colored eyes, only endless coldness remained.

After searching the market, Rennes found that many workshops had closed down and the master craftsmen had taken their apprentices and tools to Salt Island.

Many laborers in the dock area, having heard that a new nobleman from Salt Island had arrived and was offering unusually generous prices, came over to ask the boss if he needed any manpower.

With a generous wave of his arm, Ryan ordered them all to be packed up and hired, and sent to Salt Island!

That afternoon, ships shuttled back and forth between Salt Island and Searock City, transporting artisans, apprentices, manual laborers, and the eldest sons of the Proletarian Knights all to Iron Harbor City.

Ryan and his companions were about to turn back when they encountered an old woman blocking their way at the dock.

The other person's face was covered in bizarre red paint patterns, making them look like a typical evil witch straight out of a fairy tale. Their eyes had more white than pupil, and they stared at Bersalia with a chilling gaze, letting out a sinister laugh.

"The murderer of my grandson, the tyrant who died by fire and water! I curse you, I curse you to die again in the wind and thunder!"

"When did I kill your grandson?" Bersalia glared at her, her hand already reaching for the hilt of her sword. "Are you here to cause trouble...?"

"Stop." Renn first stopped her, then looked at the old woman with her face covered in greasepaint. He recognized the witch named Cyril, an extremely rare prophet NPC in the game, and very likely to have some connection with the guardian of fate among the Holy Spirits.

Although Renn didn't realize that Berthalia was under some kind of curse, just to be on the safe side, he patiently struck up a conversation with Cyril to ask:
"Old woman, are you sure you're not mistaken? I can vouch for her; she didn't kill anyone. What's your grandson's name?"

Since I resurrected Bersalia, she hasn't participated in any battles. And how could I not know if the undead creatures I control have killed anyone?

Cyril the witch did not answer, but stared at Raine and sneered:

"Mortals targeted by ancient gods, your lives will be filled with intrigue and chaos, and you will find it difficult to have a moment of peace."

"Oh, thank you then," Ryan said with a nonchalant smile. "It means I'll have a very exciting life from now on, and I won't be afraid of being too boring."

“Grandma,” Dia couldn’t help but say, “we really haven’t harmed your grandson. Could there be some misunderstanding?”

The witch Cyril rolled her cloudy eyes, fixing her gaze on Dia, and suddenly, as if seeing a demon, she retreated hastily, crying out:
"A dragon! It's a dragon! The world-destroying dragon! I, I..."

She clutched her throat violently, as if a thick phlegm was stuck in her trachea, and her face turned bluish-purple from suffocation.

Berthalia quickly stepped forward, caught the witch's limp body, checked her condition for a moment, and then shook her head at Raine.

died.

Raine also stepped forward to confirm and found that the witch Cyril had not suddenly fallen ill, but simply died of old age due to organ aging.

Thinking about it this way, it's as if she burned the rest of her life to make a final prophecy, which feels incredibly eerie and ominous.

Hmph, Bersalia was resurrected by me. Even if she dies from wind and thunder in the future, I can just resurrect her again.

Is my life destined to be filled with intrigue and chaos? That's quite ironic. Anyone who deals with nobility is inevitably schemed against throughout their life. Once you're at the game of power, can you really expect everyone to play peacefully and according to the rules?

Raine didn't care much about the first two prophecies, but he was slightly concerned about the witch Cyril's claim that Dia was a "dragon that would destroy the world".

I remember that in the original game's storyline, Dia didn't do anything that could destroy the world, right?
Oh, when I traveled through time, the game hadn't finished or shut down yet!
It's alright then, it's probably just part of the main storyline that I'm unaware of.

Ryan turned around thoughtfully and looked at the three women with different expressions.

Bersalia looked displeased, Dia was clearly distraught, only Ellina remained indifferent, after all, the prophecy was not directed at her.

“A prophecy is like a six-sided die; each face represents an interpretation,” Ryan said earnestly. “Only when the die is actually rolled will you know what the correct interpretation is.”

"Hmm." Bersalia smiled, hugged Dia's head tightly, and squeezed it against her chest. "Cute little Dia, how could she be some kind of world-destroying dragon? I think that witch was probably just bad at her craft and got herself killed."

“Destroying the world can be physical destruction,” Ellina said softly, “or it can be a historical ‘end of the old world’ or ‘creation of a new world.’ There are indeed many different ways to interpret it.”

Seeing everyone come to comfort her, Dia's mood, which had been shrouded in gloom, improved. She wanted to say something, but her face was quickly covered by Berthalia's chest, so that she couldn't even make a sound.

"Waaaaah, let me go!"

(End of this chapter)