Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 83 Uncle Curtis Calls Her Darling

Rayna learned from Curtis that Gabriel was the one who discovered the plant after obtaining a piece of paper with the location from a local citizen in Tyrandas by a stroke of luck.

When he had derived its value, he immediately reported it to Curtis. Alas, the location indicated on the paper was written in Uronian, which was close to extinction. Therefore, they expended tremendous effort to find someone who could read the language.

Nevertheless, she merely felt like snickering at all that.

Well, but of course, they’ve expended much effort. After all, I’ve had a taste of Uncle Curtis’ interlocked stratagems!

As the sky outside the window gradually darkened, the woman with the headscarf came in again and offered to bring them out for dinner.

Unable to turn her down, Rayna left the house with Curtis.

Upon arriving at the courtyard, she found that it was exceedingly bright. It turned out that the huge rocks placed around the place had been coated with a layer of vegetable dye. At night, they were just like the moon.

Several blankets made of animal fur were laid out in the open space, with small tables on top of them. The men were sitting together and chatting, whereas the children sat at a table by themselves. Meanwhile, the women were preparing food.

The atmosphere was incredibly merry, and happiness was written on the face of every single individual.

“It’s really nice here.” Rayna could not help feeling envious of the scene before her that looked like a perfect picture, serene and heartwarming. Not only does one age slower here, but there’s also nothing to worry about.

“In that case, stay for a few more days,” the woman named Aisha urged smilingly.

She then led Rayna and Curtis over to a group of people. “Mr. Yildiz, this is Sumeyye and her husband, Zahar. They were out to do business when they accidentally got lost.”

The man she spoke to was the village chief, Murat Yildiz. He appeared to be about thirty years old with some wrinkles around his eyes, young and robust. If Rayna had not known about the plant, she would have mistaken him for a man in his prime.

Ever since she came out, she had noticed that there were basically no elderly people in the village.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Yildiz. Thank you for taking us in. We’re truly grateful,” Rayna gushed, having grown all the more proficient in the language. At the same time, she bowed to Murat.

Surprise flooded Murat. “Aisha was right. You can really speak our language. I thought no one else could converse in it besides those in this village of ours.”

He proceeded to arrange for Rayna and Curtis to sit beside him before talking up a storm.

Murat while acting pitifully from time to time. Throughout it all, Curtis sat at the side quietly since he was playing

their conversation, Murat suddenly asked, “So, what

Rayna plunged

ask Uncle Curtis about

nudged Curtis with her elbow without turning to

piece of flatbread from the plate, Curtis fed it to her and

her shudder.

hurriedly stuffing the flatbread into her mouth, she answered with a calm demeanor, “We sell vegetable and

piqued. The land in the village was suitable for cultivation, but they could not communicate with outsiders because

they lacked vegetables the most. All their

Zahar. I couldn’t sell

we lack vegetables and cotton here. If you’re agreeable, I’ll trade for them with furs,”

you. If Ms. Aisha hadn’t given me some food, I would’ve probably lost my child. I owe you all a debt of gratitude. Regretfully, we lost our way, so

tonight. I’ll send someone

“Thank you, Mr. Yildiz.”

finally ended, Rayna breathed a

speak to someone else,

listened to it all, admiration showed

could not possibly agree to the trade. Ultimately, their goal was the plant, not the furs. If they were to give the vegetable seeds to the village for free, they would be doing them a great favor. At that time, the villagers naturally would not suspect

more I interact with her, the

was all stewed meat, the fragrant aroma

few flasks of liquor they brewed themselves. He also poured

took a whiff of it. At once,

Rayna leaned over and inquired in a whisper, “Don’t tell me you

very high. I rarely drink such

it was because something would happen if he were to drink hard liquor. He had no idea

picked up the glass before something occurred to her, and she voiced, “I told them I’m pregnant. Would

that, Curtis

that precise moment, those at the other tables started cheering, raising the glasses in their

Garland. You’re even pregnant with my child.” Smirking, Curtis took the glass of liquor out of her hand and downed it

down the corner of his mouth, running down his collarbone before disappearing into his shirt, rendering him sexy

went along the lines of “some people were