Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Tilan took out a few coins stored in her pouch, these silver coins made of copper silver were obviously crafted with much more finesse, also created by artisans within the King Camp.

"Alright." After receiving the money, the shopkeeper handed the bread to Tilan.

The girl tore off pieces of the bread as she walked, its texture somewhat like sawdust, but not as hard, carrying a slight fermented saltiness. Tilan recalled the news she had just heard and the woman in purple from not long ago.

It was obvious that woman employed a type of Charming spell ability. However, she was very skilled; the process was so smooth that it didn't attract the attention of the shopkeeper and the guests. Through her deliberate guidance, she gained a lot of valuable intelligence.

This kind of spell was very similar to the way the leader of the Fox-tail Species, Lu Qing, used their abilities. This woman might either be an Upper Species of the newborn races or her species naturally possessed a certain charming ability.

When the Butterfly Species was mentioned, her mood showed a significant fluctuation. It seems she was related to someone from the Butterfly Species. Furthermore, when discussing the Wolf Blood Species, this woman showed some concealed hostility. She hid it well, without revealing it. If Tilan wasn't a Songstress, she wouldn't have noticed.

This woman in purple was likely here for the prisoner from the Butterfly Species, coincidentally the one Tilan saved. It seems the other side will eventually come to seek her out, but it's uncertain whether it will be stealthily or openly.

After finishing half of the bread, Tilan really didn't want to continue. She looked at the remaining half, turned her head and gave it to a begging child on the street, then returned to the tent in the central region of the King Camp.

In the afternoon, it was another busy session. Many patients came from other places, and their conditions were quite tricky, otherwise they wouldn't have dragged on so long.

"Over the past few years, I've been feeling increasingly weak; could it be some sort of cancer?" A man as thin as a skeleton entered the tent, his slanted brows facing the doctor wearing a beak mask.

"Sit down first." Tilan walked over, her fingers slightly raised, a faint halo rippled out, scanning the condition of the other person's body like a medical scanner.

After days of high-intensity practice, her healing level and proficiency had improved drastically.

After the check, Tilan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then switched to another detection mode, only putting her hand down several minutes later.

Seeing the well-reputed doctor becoming somewhat silent, the man's heart sank into despair, his voice tinged with fear and terror, "Can I still be saved, doctor?"

"Where did that pendant around your chest come from?" Tilan suddenly asked.

"Pendant." The man suddenly remembered something, hurriedly pulling out the pendant from inside his collar. The pendant was a pleasing light green color, seemingly glowing faintly.

"Get a stone box over here." Tilan instructed the guards at the tent's entrance.

Though somewhat baffled, over the past few days, these guards had accepted who knows how many bribes from those cutting in line thanks to Tilan, thus they strived to fulfill her requests.

"Stone box?" Although puzzled, two guards mounted their horses and rode towards the marketplace.

About ten minutes later, the two returned with a stone box, seemingly meant for storing jewelry.

"Put the pendant inside." Tilan instructed the man to place the pendant into the box.

"Is this pendant going to be the price? No problem, as long as you can cure me." The skeletal man hastily complied.

After sealing the stone box, Tilan had it placed in the corner.

"This thing is the reason for your weakness."

"Don't you know that such rare fluorescence usually indicates radioactivity?" The girl lamented the area's backward education.

"Radioactivity, what's that?" The man clearly did not understand.

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"I'm saying, that stone carries a special curse that must be sealed with thick rock to stop the curse from spreading, and you've been weakened by carrying it, being corroded by the curse within it." Forced to, Tilan could only use language the man understood.

"Ah, so it bears such an evil curse. No wonder the leader in the 'Kaboli' Settlement died young."

"Kaboli Settlement?" Tilan had encountered many people from the plains during this time but had never heard of this name.

"It was a settlement from twenty years ago, but it's no longer around. Their leader was a powerful Willow Spirit Species, with many skilled at weaving among them, which made the Kaboli Settlement quite wealthy."

"Weaving?" Upon reflection, clothes on the plains were mostly made of animal skins, other fabrics were especially rare.

"Yes, they would cultivate special willow trees, and the fibers from the willow branches, once processed, would be very soft and used for weaving cloth, making the fabric very tenacious and durable, but now it's seldom seen."

After saying these, the skeletal man stared blankly at the closed stone box for a while.

"Had I known this, I wouldn't have taken this trophy back then. I didn't expect it to have such a strong curse."

Once done, the man stepped out of the tent somewhat despondently, slowly disappearing into the street.

To come to Tilan on the fifth day for treatment, it seems he accumulated considerable wealth previously. Although weak now, no one dared rob him, implying he was probably a prominent figure in his youth.

After the man left, Tilan had someone search the marketplace for a lead box; ordinary stone was still too unreliable. While Tilan wasn't afraid, she guessed those around her couldn't withstand such radiation.