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"Master, I can perform witchcraft," Iman said seriously, blinking her bright eyes at John.
John smiled slightly, not taking her seriously. After all, to him, witchcraft seemed nothing more than nonsense. He thought that the little girl might simply be mistaking some normal human reactions for her unique abilities. Just moments ago, he had carefully examined Iman from head to toe and found nothing particularly special about her.
Seeing that John did not believe her, Iman quickly pressed her hands together. In an instant, a mysterious green light slowly floated out from her palms, gently cascading to the ground like a delicate green ribbon.
To everyone's astonishment, the small patches of grass near the bed, which had appeared wilted and yellowed due to winter, suddenly seemed to be infused with new life. They stood upright, bursting with vitality.
John's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched. Suddenly, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this... could it be the legendary Druid?"
Faced with John's astonishment, Iman looked confused. Clearly, she had no idea what being a Druid entailed. However, she felt reassured that John showed no signs of fear or hostility. At that moment, the anxiety and unease that had been lingering in Iman's heart finally dissipated.
Curiosity piqued, John slowly reached out his hand towards the mysterious green light. The moment his hand made contact with it, a wonderful sensation washed over him. He felt all his muscles gradually relax as if all the pressure and fatigue had been swept away in that instant. Although he did not feel any substantial change within his body, this experience of physical and mental relief filled him with immense joy.
After calming himself down a bit, John looked at Iman and asked earnestly, "Iman, have you ever told anyone else about your amazing ability?"
Iman gently shook her head, fear evident in her eyes. She truly lacked the courage to reveal herself. The thought of being discovered as someone associated with witchcraft terrified her; she shuddered at the possibility of being burned alive.
Her fears were not unfounded; in villages or small towns, common folk generally held a resolute denial of supernatural powers like magic. Just like John himself had been completely unaware of Transcendents until recently.
In this world, knowledge seemed to erect a towering barrier. Only Noble Lords, their aristocratic minions, and a few wandering souls could grasp even a fraction of its mysteries.
If Iman dared to showcase her unique abilities in the countryside, she would likely be seen as an evil witch and subjected to merciless execution by fire.
"What about your sister? Does she have similar abilities?" John asked curiously.
Iman shook her head slowly again and began to share her past experiences with him.
In truth, Iman came from a neighboring exiled tribe of the Hecha Kingdom. After losing her parents at a young age, she was fortunate enough to be adopted by a kind family—one that resembled that of the little girl she had mentioned earlier.
However, fate was cruel; due to an invasion by beastmen, Iman's adoptive parents fell victim to ruthless bandits. Ultimately left alone and desolate, she and her younger sister were captured by heartless slave traders and forced into a life of darkness as slaves.
"Oh, so that's how it is! No wonder you and your sister have different skin tones," John said with a chuckle. "Hey, let me see what kind of abilities you really have."
John's hand reached towards Iman's waist again.
"Master, aren't we supposed to check my witchcraft?" Iman looked at John in confusion.
"First, let's check your body."
The morning sun invigorated John, compelling him to take another sip of black coffee.
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