I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Chapter 87 A Young Girl's Thoughts

Mia felt that her husband was different from others.

The gentleman would listen to her explain what was strange about the mechanism, and when she stared at the bronze pot for a long time, he would understand that what she wanted was the pot that could heat itself.

The gentleman would also solemnly say that this was material observation and practical needs.

Mia, clutching the copper pot, secretly glanced at Joseph walking ahead, feeling a little lightheaded.

She felt that the wind in Yachao Bay didn't smell so fishy anymore, and even the bard who sang so terribly didn't seem so unbearable.

She rarely thought about these things before; most of the time she was thinking about how to keep the spark from getting out of control and how not to disappoint her father.

But now she was carrying two copper pots and following behind her husband, with Grace beside her, and in front of them were swaying lights and a bustling crowd.

She suddenly realized that she could be just like any other girl, laughing with joy over two old copper pots at the night market.

This doesn't seem so bad. Mia looked down at the copper pot in her arms, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a slight smile.

Grace walked beside Mia, her gaze also subtly falling on Joseph. If it weren't for him, she probably would never be standing here like this.

She would sit in a cushioned carriage, with everything outside the windows blocked by servants, seeing the roads that had been cleared in advance and hearing everyone greet her.

Those are all good, of course; safe, respectable, quiet, and befitting one's status.

But there wouldn't be anyone pushing wet fishing nets past her, nor would there be bards singing terribly while being scolded, stubbornly continuing to sing strange things, and there wouldn't be so many messy stalls selling things she would never have given a second glance to before.

Grace had never imagined that chaos could offer a glimmer of hope, a feeling that even though everything seemed like a jumbled mess, everyone was still finding their own way of living.

She took a small bite of the remaining fish cake in her hand. The outer skin was no longer as hot as before, but the aroma of the fish and spices still lingered.

Grace looked up and saw Joseph haggling with a vendor.

Mia, holding the copper pot, leaned closer and whispered, "Grace, did you just laugh?"

Grace was taken aback: "Really?"

"Yes," Mia said with absolute certainty. "It's only a tiny bit, but I'm sure I didn't see wrong!"

Grace said softly, "It's lively here."

"Right!" Mia cheered. "I think so too! But it's still a bit noisy." She glanced at Joseph again and whispered, "But when I'm out with my husband, it seems like a little noise doesn't matter."

Grace listened to the distant sound of the sea lapping against the wooden stakes. The off-key bard finally sang the part about the widow and the captain eloping, while the people around him laughed and scolded him for not understanding love.

After a while, Grace said very softly, "Mmm."

Joseph bought a few more things that looked like they wouldn't make them sick on the spot, and led them to continue walking along the main pontoon bridge.

Before I knew it, the number of stalls around me had decreased, the lively voices of people had been dispersed by the sea breeze, and the lighthouse in the distance was becoming clearer and clearer, its structure looking like a bone that had been soaked in seawater in the night.

Joseph glanced at it once and confirmed that Academician Wade's advice not to rush into touching the sea eye crystal was very true.

This place doesn't even look welcoming to normal people, even from a distance.

"Sir," Mia said softly, clutching the copper pot, "there don't seem to be any monsters here."

Grace looked around, but she didn't see anything strange that had suddenly jumped out of the mud.

Joseph wasn't surprised by this. If there really were a bunch of monsters lining up and appearing near the main floating bridge every day on the outskirts of Raven Tide Bay, then this place would no longer be a black market or a floating market; it should be renamed the Raven Tide Bay Monster Buffet Restaurant.

The fact that this place is still so lively suggests that the so-called low-danger monsters probably only appear occasionally, or can only be encountered in certain areas after the tide recedes.

Just as Joseph was about to offer this explanation, a lazy voice came from behind an old wooden stake nearby: "Monsters? There aren't that many monsters."

The three turned around and saw a tall, thin man wearing an old waterproof cloak sitting on the edge of the pontoon bridge.

He held a fishing rod in his hand, a wooden bucket at his feet, and a long-handled iron shovel stuck in the ground beside him. The man was probably in his thirties or forties, with a unkempt beard, looking as if he had been sitting there for a long time and was practically a living statue.

There are legendary creatures like fishermen in another world?

Judging from its posture and the serene state of being completely oblivious to the chaos around it, it must be a seasoned breed.

"Is this area safe?" Joseph asked.

"Of course it's safe near the main pontoon bridge," the man said with a yawn. "If monsters were climbing up here every day, Raven Tide Bay would have been finished long ago. Those people in the merchant guild can turn a blind eye to other things, but if the waterwheels and cargo routes are blocked by monsters, they'll be more anxious than anyone else."

As he spoke, he kicked the shovel beside his feet. "Occasionally, after the tide goes out, there will be a few sandworms in the mudflats. They're so silly, they just lie there pretending to be rocks. If you pry them up with the shovel, they'll turn over."

Mia looked at the shovel curiously and asked, "Is this all you need?"

"Pretty much," the man said casually. "Don't worry about the small ones, and the big ones aren't fast either. The salt-scaled beasts are a bit troublesome, but those things are timid; they'll just splash around a couple of times and run away. As for the gray-backed fish, needless to say, their mouths are more powerful than their teeth."

After he finished speaking, a defiant voice suddenly came from inside the barrel: "You're the one who's good with words!"

Mia: "!"

Grace: "————"

Joseph looked and sure enough, there was a greyback fish sticking half its head out of the barrel, its eyes staring straight at the man.

"Shut up, we haven't decided whether to sell you to the soup stall yet."

The greyback fish became quiet.

Joseph was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure whether to marvel at the angler's experience or at the fish's remarkable will to survive.

"So don't be too nervous." The man looked at them again, his tone quite friendly. "You look like one of those gentlemen from an association, right? As long as you don't go into anything strange, you'll be fine."

"Thanks for reminding me."

The man waved his hand, "Anyway, I fish here every day. It's too much trouble to call for help when I see out-of-towners fall into the mud."

Just then, the fishing rod in the man's hand suddenly dipped down, and his eyes lit up as he immediately sat up straight.

"They're here!"

Mia and Grace looked over at the same time.

The man pulled the rod hard, and just as the rod bent halfway up, there was a crack, and the already somewhat old rod body split in the middle!

The fishing line was released and the water surface throbbed; something quickly darted under the pontoon bridge.

man:"----"

The grey-backed fish in the wooden bucket slowly poked its head out: "Useless."

Joseph looked at the fishing rod broken in two and thought that this world was indeed very fair. Whether in his original world or in another, the fisherman's greatest enemy was never the fish.

Mia leaned closer and stared at the broken fishing rod for a while, then glanced at Joseph.

"Sir," she asked softly, "may I try to fix it for him?"

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