Why it never ends

Chapter 1107 Meeting

The walk from Stella's house back to the main house was not long, but it was enough for Hesta to sort out her thoughts. Although the day was about to end, this moment could still be used as a key node - all the clerical work was over from this moment on, and what she would face next was an accident.

Hesta never thought this day would come so soon.

Her figure was blurry in the night, but was still quickly captured by the women guarding outside the main house. The first person who saw Hesta's figure flew back to the backyard camp and shouted to everyone in their own language - the red-haired Salima is back!

The noisy camp immediately became quiet, so much so that when Hesta entered the door, she hesitated briefly. She looked at Victoria standing at the door leading to the backyard: "Are they all asleep?"

Victoria just shook her head: "Everyone is waiting for you."

Hesta's throat moved slightly - until this moment, she still hadn't figured out how to face these women summoned by her prophetic dream.

"Let's go then." Hesta whispered to Victoria, "This is the last thing for today."

Yunis and Jiahoduolei were already standing in the yard. They didn't like it here, and were even surprised that there were so many whale people - Salers - in Hesta's backyard. Although the two of them didn't speak, they both had the same offensive thought at this moment: In Hesta's eyes, were they no different from the whale people in the yard?

This is very possible, after all, Hesta is from District 3, and this is also the arrogance of many people in District 3 - those people don't care about the bloodline division within District 12 at all.

Because of this, Eunice and Gahodore stood close to the outer wall of the backyard door to avoid walking into the middle of the whale people - they were both of pure Wehoton descent, which was fundamentally different from these Sale people with family crest tattoos on their foreheads. This was something that Hesta and anyone else in this manor had to make clear!

"Sorry to have kept you waiting," Hesta looked at Yunis and Gahodore, "Please help me translate for a while. After I finish my work here, I will take you back to your rooms."

"…It's okay." Eunice raised his head. "We are very happy to help you."

"Don't use honorifics with me," Hesta laughed softly, "Besides, you don't respect me that much anyway."

Yunis's expression froze for a moment, and she coughed lightly: "If you have anything to say to these Sale people, say it, and I will help you translate."

Hesta's brows furrowed slightly: "What did you call them?"

"Saler."

"Don't call them that word," Hesta said.

"What do you call them then?"

"……woman?"

“Okay.” Younis stretched his neck again, as if he was going to have a big fight. “Whatever you say, Salima.”

This name also made Hesta laugh. She stopped arguing with Eunice and walked a few steps forward to the wooden shed at the edge of the camp. She knocked on the wooden board and said, "...It's stronger than I thought. Who of you built this?"

Eunice translated Hesta's words, and an old woman walked out of the crowd, looking at Hesta with some trepidation.

"You don't look like you can carry a plank."

"I instruct and they do it," said the old man.

"How's the waterproofing?" Hesta looked at her and saw that he had already entered the house. "There's no light in the house?"

"Light! Light!" The women's voices spread, and soon a candle was passed over.

The firelight illuminated the small shed, the ground was covered with straw mats and new bedding. There was no furniture in the shed, and even though it had just been built, an astonishing stench filled the air.

"If it rains heavily, it will definitely leak, and there are no windows, so..." the old man replied, "But the black-haired Salima said that you only plan to let us live here temporarily, so... I think this is acceptable."

"Indeed," Hesta looked up at the ceiling - some large gaps could even directly see the starry sky outside, "What's your name?" "Wosundta." The old man replied.

This time, Eunice didn't intend to continue translating, but Hesta still looked at her as if she had something unfinished.

"Didn't you hear?" Eunice said coldly, "She said her name was Vosunda."

"I know, but this should be a number in your language, right?" Hesta asked. "What number is it?"

"...sixty-three," Eunice replied.

"Oh," Hesta gave the old man a happy look, "you are so happy."

The old man was stunned for a moment: "...Oh, you, you know...?"

Hesta laughed, seeming very proud: "Who did you learn the skill of building a house from?"

“My mother and my sister,” the old man said, “if you could give me more materials instead of asking us to pick them up from the common land on the farm, I could do more than this.”

"Have you visited the construction site of the nearby school these days?"

"seen it already."

"Including all of you, how many days do you think it will take to finish?"

"Two weeks, Salima."

"With so many of you, why is it taking so long?"

"Building a house is not just about piling up people, Salima. Things have to be done step by step. You can't start the next step before the previous one is completed - just like you have to make the window first and then install the window frame."

When Yunis translated this sentence, everyone could see that this sentence greatly pleased Hesta - people did not know that Hesta was moved by a wonderful synchronicity at this moment, everyone just thought that this red-haired Salima was really a little strange...

"Okay, then starting tomorrow, you will come to report to me on the progress of the construction site every day. I may not be able to go there every day to monitor it."

The old man was surprised again: "...Oh, if you wish so."

"You must also learn the language of the Third District immediately," Hesta said, "I have found a language teacher for Eleven and Qiqi. I will ask her to prepare in the next two days and give you a big class..."

Every time Hesta said something, Yunis continued to translate, until the people in the outermost circle began to whisper, Hesta turned around and asked: "What are they talking about over there?"

After a moment, a hand went up: "When are you going to tell us about the prophetic dream?"

"What else do I need to say about prophetic dreams?" Hesta looked at the young man. "If you were the person in my dream, you would already know it clearly."

"Ah... yes, yes!" The young man suddenly felt embarrassed. "Of course I understand, but..."

"With so many of you, I know there must be some scammers trying to take advantage of the situation, but I'm too lazy to check them all," Hesta said softly, "I'll give you a chance, but I also know that most of you will be exposed soon. Only the guide who appeared in my dream can catch them."