Chapter Four: The Power Bestowed by the Blessing
The moment Xia Mingyu spoke, the middle-aged man clad in a sheepskin robe quickly rose to his feet, a trace of embarrassment clearly etched across his deeply wrinkled face.
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head, then respectfully placed the gray rabbit he was holding on the ground before preparing to turn and leave.
The blonde girl beside him hurriedly called out to the man. After exchanging a few words in a language Xia Mingyu could not understand, the man’s expression shifted to one of sudden realization.
He offered Xia Mingyu a tentative smile, spoke at length to the blonde girl, and only then departed with a satisfied air.
...
Back in the wooden cabin, the girl stood before Xia Mingyu, holding one of the rabbit’s ears in one hand while pointing to herself with slender fingers.
“Anlia...”
She spoke softly to Xia Mingyu.
“Anlia.” Xia Mingyu slowly repeated her name.
Upon hearing it, the girl’s lips curved into a radiant smile—bright and warm like the winter sun.
Her deep blue eyes shimmered with clarity, and her finely sculpted features were as if crafted by a divine hand, making her smile appear as breathtaking as a masterpiece painting.
For a moment, Xia Mingyu was utterly captivated. Fortunately, Anlia soon turned toward the kitchen, unaware of his momentary distraction.
Under Xia Mingyu’s gaze, the girl tied back her hair, donned a coarse linen apron, and skillfully began preparing the rabbit on the cutting board.
Her hands moved deftly and with strength; a single precise chop severed the rabbit’s head. She then skinned it, removed the innards, and cut the meat into pieces suitable for cooking, sprinkling in vegetables as she worked...
In no time, the plump gray rabbit was placed into the pot, simmering alongside sliced mushrooms and some wild greens Xia Mingyu did not recognize.
A faint aroma of meat soon filled the room.
Having finished, the girl appeared somewhat weary, beads of sweat forming on her pristine forehead, dampening the golden strands of hair there.
Seeing this, Xia Mingyu pondered for a moment, then filled a wooden bowl with water from the cistern and offered it to Anlia.
Her reaction was strange—she looked terrified, shaking her head as if he had done something terribly wrong.
Only after Xia Mingyu insisted several times did she reluctantly accept the bowl, her lovely face revealing genuine gratitude as if receiving a profound blessing.
It was just a simple cup of water... Xia Mingyu twitched at the corner of his mouth.
...
After drinking half the water, the girl pointed to the remaining water in the bowl and said,
“Water...”
“Water.”
Xia Mingyu repeated after her, realizing she was teaching him the local language.
“Meet.”
“Thank you.”
“Srel.”
...
In the days that followed, Xia Mingyu stayed inside the wooden cabin, learning the language from Anlia. Every day, the man in the sheepskin robe would respectfully deliver food—most often rabbits, but sometimes a basket of fruit or a leg of lamb.
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