Magic Pot

While observing Waliaver, Steni, and Lana, Queenie glanced at Deril. The man was on the porch of his house and checking his machete. The distance between Deril and Queenie was quite a distance about twenty meters. But Queenie could see Deril’s handsome face. Deril’s blond hair made the man look charming. He was not like a commoner in Bright River Kingdom.

Queenie’s mind had much questioned the same thing about Deril. But, during this time, they had to move quickly. Queenie ignored all of Deril’s oddities. She just wanted Deril to be able to help her to get hollymere grapes as soon as possible.

Now Queenie remembered again to find out about Deril. In addition, he had unique faces. The grapes that Deril planted were not ordinary. According to Waliaver, the inhabitants of heaven should only grow grapes. It could also develop in small amounts.

“Queenie! Did you hear my question?” asked Fewa in a whisper as he touched Queenie’s shoulder.

“Yes, Fewa. Surely Deril was not a resident of the B