Once her hunger was sated, Nicole knew she had to strategize her next steps.
Without sufficient strength, her chances of navigating the treacherous terrain ahead were slim.
Turning to the senior man, she inquired, âDo you happen to know how far Witch Valley is from here?â
At the mention of âWitch Valley,â the senior manâs demeanor shifted abruptly.
His gentle expression hardened, and his brows furrowed in suspicion.
âWhy do you seek that place? Are you from Witch Valley?â he questioned, his grip tightening around the carving knife at his side.
Sensing his apprehension, Nicole hastened to clarify, âIâm searching for my friend.
Heâs still there, and I need to bring him back.
â
Upon hearing her explanation, the senior manâs demeanor softened, and he loosened his grip on the knife.
âYou should depart soon.
It typically takes about three days to traverse these mountains.
However, reaching Witch Valley will likely require four or five days, given your current condition.
Itâs wiser to seek help than to venture deeper into danger.
â
Grateful for his guidance, Nicole rose from her seat and removed a gold bracelet from her wrist, offering it to the senior man.
âPlease, take this.
You can exchange it for supplies,â she insisted earnestly.
The senior man hesitated, declining her offer initially.
Nicole persisted.
Fearing he might be taken advantage of, she explained, âThis bracelet is solid gold, weighing sixty-two grams.
Its value exceeds four hundred per gram.
Ensure you receive a fair price.
â
Upon learning of its worth, the senior manâs reluctance deepened.
âI have no need for it.
I barter game for all I require.
Keep it for yourself,â he replied kindly.
âSir, I implore you to accept this humble offering.
It holds little value in comparison to the debt of gratitude I owe for your timely intervention.
â
Despite the senior manâs persistent protests, Nicole stood her ground, her eyes reflecting unwavering determination.
She reasoned that the senior man could rely on the gold bracelet in exchange for satisfying his basic needs when he could no longer hunt.
Nicole discreetly tucked the gleaming gold bracelet beneath the plate of roasted game.
Unaware of the gesture, the senior manâs concern for Nicoleâs well-being lingered.
âYou should consider resting some more.
Iâm surprised you havenât caught a fever yet since the mountain water can be very cold.
â
âI am grateful for your concern, sir, but time is of the essence.
My friend needs me and I cannot waste time.
Could you spare some dried meat and point me in the right direction?â Feeling hesitant to request assistance, Nicole elaborated.
âConsidering the length of the journey, my lack of hunting skills, and the insufficient sustenance wild fruits provide, dried meat is my optimal choice.
Water, on the other hand, will be readily available due to the abundance of streams around.
â
The senior man expressed surprise, âI can provide you with the meat, but are you certain about venturing into Witch Valley? It poses considerable danger.
â
âI am aware of the risks, but my friend is in danger and I need to save him,â Nicole responded resolutely.
After a brief moment of silence, the senior manâs voice broke through the quiet, tinged with concern.
âItâs a dangerous place, you know.
Are you absolutely sure you want to go there?â
âYeah, Iâm sure.
I canât just leave my friend behind,â Nicole replied firmly.
After a pause, the senior man surprised Nicole with his response.
âI wonât just tell you where to go.
Iâll come with you.
â
Nicole was stunned by his offer, her surprise evident.
Concerned for his well-being, she quickly protested, saying, âSir, you donât have to do that.
I can handle it alone.
â
But the senior man shook his head, determined.
âItâs not just about you.
My own child was in the Witch Valley,â he confessed, his voice revealing the depth of his worry.
Nicole looked slightly confused and asked, âSir, is your child a boy or a girl? How did your child end up in that situation?â
Now it was Nicoleâs turn to feel cautious.
Could the senior manâs child be a girl, possibly even a witch?
Luckily, that was not the case.
The senior man said with seriousness, âMy child is a boy.
He was taken by that old white-haired witch.
She denies it, but Iâm sure she was responsible!â
Nicole slowly started to piece things together.
The senior man had discovered an abandoned baby in a trash heap when he was descending the mountain.
The infant was cold and had turned purple.
When the senior man unwrapped the small blanket around the infant, he saw that the infant was born with only one hand.
He took the baby to a rescue center, but they dismissed him, insisting the child should be sent to an orphanage.