Chapter 125: What if she’s not dead?
She pushed him aside, such that he stepped three paces back before she escaped from his grip, running away.
Barton just stood there with a complicated expression, before a small smile rose up on his face. After a short while, he followed her, stiffling a soft chuckle.
Soon, he caught up with her. She had stopped long ago, and was staring in shock at the apple gun tree before her, not noticing his prescence for a few minutes, her mouth parted open in shock .
"T- This is the gun tree?" She stuttered, subconsciously moving close to put her hand on the bark, going round and feeling the rough bark against her palm.
Barton simply moved close and stretched his hand up without any effort, reaching up to grab an apple. Once he brought it down to her face level, he showed her the apple and she came close to peer at it.
"It’s just a normal apple," she said as she stole a glance at him, but he was already looking at her, so their gazes locked for a few seconds. She looked back down, avoiding his eyes brimming of something unfathomable. "What makes it special from any other apple from a normal apple tree."
"Witches usually use these apples to make all of their potions. It’s quite rare, yet very mandatory in all their potion’s formula. Like water. We can’t do without it while cooking."
Dora’s eyes suddenly gleamed in interest as she stared intently at the apple before glancing up at Barton again, this time with curiosity.
"Can I eat it... "
He handed it to her.
"Of course you can, it’s an apple."