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Chapter 394: Chapter 301 Marks on the Tree Chapter 394: Chapter 301 Marks on the Tree Under the cover of night, Eagle Cape Village was unusually tranquil.

Not only was there no sound of fighting from outside, there wasn’t even the chirping of insects or the call of birds.

But that was clearly unreasonable.

Aiwass had long realized there was something out of place.

Because in rural areas like this, there should be a plethora of insects, snakes, birds, and beasts.

Unlike Glass Island, which had frequent inspections by the Supervisory Bureau for sanitation, and various pest and rodent control companies distributing flyers on the streets, Eagle Cape Village nestled deep in the forest should be so natural that it wouldn’t be strange to see wolves strolling the streets at midnight …

or even finding a snake in your bed when you wake up.

Not to mention all sorts of little bugs.

Even if the winter made the insects less active …

yet after spending a few days in Eagle Cape Village, Aiwass hadn’t even seen a ladybug, a spider, or a slug.

There was no howling of wolves, no meowing of cats, and one couldn’t even hear the sound of birds flapping their wings.

“Doesn’t your village have any hunters?”

Aiwass inquired of Hayna.

Hayna hesitated for a moment, “Hmm…

maybe there are, maybe there aren’t.”

“That’s the most far-fetched response I’ve heard this month.”

Sherlock complained, “There either are, or there aren’t.

How can there be a ‘maybe’?”

“This is Shepherd Bay County, after all.”

Hayna, who was pacing around the room, responded with hands on her hips, “If you want meat, you have to find the herdsmen, don’t you?

There are so many of them herding sheep and driving cattle.

Although there is occasionally game in the village, it might have been bought from Flute Town, or exchanged from other villages.”

Not sure whether the fight outside had finished, Hayna didn’t dare go home.

But Hayna, having nothing better to do and filled with excessive energy, could only pace around the room, and from time to time, she’d go tease the nearly sleeping Gryphon.

Liz, who had been about to fall asleep in the corner, had been woken up by Hayna thrice already.

The key was, after waking it up, Hayna didn’t actually need it to do anything but quickly patted its head to soothe it back to sleep.

Then she’d go around the room a few times and couldn’t resist playing with the Gryphon again.

There was no helping it.

After all, the other three people in the room — Aiwass, Sherlock, and Lily — weren’t easy to disturb.

Lily was introverted and quiet, even if you talked to her, she would just smile and listen without saying a word.

Only when Aiwass talked to her, she would react a bit more.

Hayna would have liked to play with Aiwass, but now as the influential minister, Aiwass seemed too high and mighty — she had been scared of Edward as the Chief Inspector, and the current Aiwass was much more formidable than Edward.

And there was no need to mention Sherlock.

He was there reading a book …

when Hayna leaned over to take a look, she found that it was a book about astrology.

With large chunks of letters, numbers, and symbols, one look made Hayna dizzy.

Of course, if forced, she could probably memorize it verbatim.

But understanding it would be difficult.

To her consolation, Sherlock, on the Path of Wisdom, also found the book not so easy to understand.

The young Sherlock frowned in thought, resembling a cute little brother struggling with his homework.

But perhaps because Sherlock was also getting a headache from the book, the rhythmic passing behind him by Hayna, who couldn’t sit still, made Sherlock slam the book down with a bang, and he looked up to curse a few times.

He greatly disliked Hayna’s restless behavior of making noise by circling around everyone in the middle of the night, sharply critiquing it as “an energetic dumb donkey warming up for tomorrow’s grind.”

So Hayna didn’t want to approach Sherlock anymore.

Stupid is as stupid does, she knew she wasn’t as clever as Sherlock.

But being called a dumb donkey was not okay with her.

—She was after all a popular and pretty girl at school; being called a donkey was going too far!

At the very least, she should be compared to a cute animal like a horse or a dog!

“Speaking of which,” Aiwass, seemingly lost in thought, stopped the endlessly turning Hayna with a raised hand, “when you were kids, you used to run around everywhere with your little friends, right?”

“Of course, otherwise there wouldn’t be much else to do here.” Hayna nodded.@@novelbin@@

“Did you ever go near the forest?”

“We often played in the forest.” Hayna answered.

Hearing this, Sherlock suddenly frowned and looked up, asking, “You played in the forest?”

“…Yeah, what about it?” Hayna felt guilty, wondering if she had said something wrong.

“That’s a big problem.” Sherlock frowned like a little adult, “You’re telling me your elders just let you run around in the woods?”

“What’s the problem,” Hayna was somewhat baffled, “It’s not like going to the swamp, what could be dangerous…

We were indeed not allowed to go to the swamp.

But just saying that didn’t stop us, haha…

We still went every month.”

Hayna, getting into her stride, began to speak excitedly about her childhood adventures, uttering phrases like “If you’re not caught, it’s as if you’ve never been there,” and “Anyway, nothing bad really happened,” seemingly eager to discuss her past exploits.

But she was abruptly cut off by Sherlock, “Weren’t your elders worried about bad people in the woods, or wild animals and poisonous insects?”

Stunned by this, Hayna began to recall, “Maybe it’s because…

Ah, didn’t Aiwass mention that our village is under a Fairy’s enchantment?

That must be the reason, right?”

“Aren’t they afraid of you being taken away by fairies?”