It was noisy in the tavern, and everyone was talking about the recent events that had happened in the small town. The house of a wealthy family surnamed Smith in the town was smeared with red-letter curses, and the whole family died the next day. In fact, the Smith family didn't have a very good reputation, and while discussing it, everyone felt that it was quite satisfying.

"Is it possible that a wizard did it?" "What nonsense! She's a good person."

Krueger drained the dark beer in his glass, casually dropped two silver coins on the table, sneered at the ignorance of the people in the tavern, and walked out of there.

You are one of the few doctors in the small town, and all this is thanks to your deceased father. You inherited his herb garden. On ordinary days, because of your presence, few people in the town got sick. However, the place where you lived was too remote, and there were some rumors calling you a wizard.

When the cold shotgun was pointed at your head, you knew that it was definitely premeditated.

"Well, look! The hunter has caught a witch. Why did you appear near their house?" A voice with a German accent rang out. Krueger raised the hand that wasn't holding the gun and made a gesture suggesting that he needed money to settle the matter.

And you did indeed appear near the Smith family's house that day.