I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 2 The toy becomes real

This magical castle model really subverted Xia Qingdai's imagination.

Xia Qingdai couldn't wait to take out her mobile phone and call Xia Shanglu. It didn't matter whether it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Since her brother didn't come home, he was most likely working overtime.

After the phone rang for a few times, it was connected. Xia Qingdai asked in succession: "Brother, how much did you spend on this castle model as a gift? Are you dating a rich woman? Are you compromising with Yuji's beauty?"

"What a mess. Xia Qingdai, today you are not the minor you were yesterday. You are already an adult who can take responsibility for your own destiny. You can't talk nonsense anymore. You are not a rich woman!"
  This castle model cost nothing. Uncle Lin, who lives downstairs and likes antiques, knows that I often help him. Now that he has gone abroad with his son, it is difficult to take this thing with him, so he gave it to me as a gift. "

Xia Qingdai: "Oh, it belongs to Uncle Lin. Can you give it to me now?"

"Yes, don't you just like this kind of princess castle? I won't tell you anymore, I'm busy!"

After saying that, Xia Qingdai hurriedly hung up without waiting for anything else.

"Really, I haven't finished speaking yet."

At this time, a group of bustling little people suddenly appeared outside the castle.

There was a little man dragging an even smaller man on his hand, shouting something excitedly.

This group of villains were all wearing patched ancient foreign clothes, and several of them were holding firewood in their hands. Because their speech was too fast, their grammar was confusing, and it was mixed with a lot of rural slang, Xia Qingdai couldn't hear what they were saying.

But soon, she saw their movements clearly - because they were in the snow in front of the castle, tied the little people they were carrying with a cross, and then started to pile firewood and light it!
  The child's sharp cry pierced the sky and reached Xia Qingdai's ears.

Even if it's a toy villain, she doesn't want to see people being burned to death!
  So she reached out decisively and picked up the little man and the cross.

The little person was too small, only about a section of her little finger. She didn't dare to pinch it directly, in case it was crushed.

She wanted to hold the little man in front of her and take a closer look, but she was shocked to find that her arm suddenly became extremely heavy and she could no longer lift it up.

It was like there was an invisible frame pressing on the top of the glass box. She was blocked by this force. She was so frightened that she quickly put down the cross and the little girl, but she successfully retracted her hand.

What do you mean, the little man in this castle model can't be brought out of the glass? There is a strong magnet inside, is it attracted?

Xia Qingdai continued to look at the villain inside with mixed surprise and suspicion.

This winter, the weather was extremely cold.

There had just been a few heavy snowfalls, and everything was covered with white snow. Many crops and trees were frozen to death by the heavy snow.

The Little Ice Age that began in the 15th century caused a sharp drop in global temperatures and frequent natural disasters such as droughts, floods, hailstorms, locusts, snowstorms, and windstorms, which significantly reduced global food production.

Hampshire is an ordinary place that suffers from snow disaster.

Isaac Owen had not had a full meal for a long time, and he had a hard time eating one today.

Although the food was not rich, it was a rare opportunity for him to have a full meal, but it was interrupted by a group of savage country people. The villagers who rent the land of Fucui Villa for farming always habitually regard the owner of the Villa as the referee of the neighborhood, regardless of whether the owner of the Villa is willing or not, or whether he is eating.

They said that this child might carry the power of demons because her parents had died of mysterious illnesses not long ago!
  Everyone begged to burn her to death and burn all sins with fire!
  Are everyone here stupid?
  It's the end of the 18th century, and the War of Independence with the United States is over!

Why is it that everyone seems to be still living in the barbaric Middle Ages, yet they want to burn people alive in the courtyard of the villa he newly inherited!

Are they here to ask for help, or are they here to take the blame?
  Just when Isaac Owen saw someone actually lighting a fire and couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to stop, the sky suddenly changed.

Then Owen saw a scene he would never forget. A giant hand descended from the clouds and lifted the little girl into the air!
  Almost everyone was scared to death by this scene, shouting that the little girl was a descendant of a witch!
  Only Owen was not intimidated. He just raised his head and stared blankly at the giant hand in the sky.

But the strange thing is that what those savage country people were shouting seemed to think that the little girl flew into the sky by herself. Couldn't they see the giant hand that stirred up the storm?

"Magic! It's magic!"

"She is truly the daughter of sin!"

A group of people were frightened and roared, with panic, shock and extreme fear in their roars.

Owen grabbed the frightened valet Paul who climbed up the steps of the castle: "What are you doing? Can't you see how that kid got up to heaven?"

"Witch, she is a descendant of a witch! She has evil power! It's not me, it's not me who wants to burn you to death. Don't come to me! Don't come to me!" Paul was so frightened that he was incoherent and burst into tears.

Owen let go of him, stood up, and watched as the giant hand put the little girl back on the ground, then retracted into the thick clouds and was no longer visible.

The people who had just wanted to burn the little girl to death were so frightened that they dispersed like birds and beasts when they saw the little girl falling to the ground again and seemed to have fallen asleep. They could no longer be fierce.

They were all shouting "devil, witch", and their fear of the little girl reached its peak. Even though she was still tied to the cross at this moment, no one dared to stay in front of her.

Everyone fled, including the gardener and servants in the manor.

The yard suddenly became quiet again, and the noisy sounds disappeared.

Owen understood now that only he could see the giant hand, and no one else could see it. They thought it was the little girl's power.

He looked up at the sky, and through the clouds, he vaguely saw a divine face overlooking all living beings.

This face is a bit special.

Xia Qingdai's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Just now she couldn't take out the little man, but now she seemed to have locked eyes with the handsome man underneath.

The little man's eyes were very complicated, full of pious feelings, and he looked like he was still wanting to speak.

An incredible thought suddenly came to Xia Qingdai's mind - the little man in this castle seems to be alive!
  How could a dummy have such complicated eyes? Even a robot can't be so lifelike, only a real person can make sense!
  OMG!

What a treasure she got!
  (End of this chapter)