His house was built directly on the riverbank. The side facing the river was flush with the river channel, allowing him to board a ship or buy things from merchants on the ship by simply opening the door.
I had already seen quite a few ferry boats on the river. At night, they would light up an oil lamp at the bow and quietly glide across the water, unafraid of being attacked by water ghosts.
This was the residential area for wealthy merchants. The peddlers on the river enjoyed selling small goods, and their business was quite good. Occasionally, they also did some ferry work.
Therefore, the Master could not possibly set up a fence on this side of the river. This row of houses was all designed with houses built close to the river channel, but the problem was that it was also difficult for me to climb across horizontally.
There was also a strip of yard space on both sides of the house, and the part facing the river was also equipped with iron railings, which still had warning spells on them. Unless I jumped into the river and swam for a bit before climbing onto the house.
The water was very murky, and there might even be water ghosts in it. Although it was such a short distance that I dared to take a risk, getting wet all over and then climbing the wall would make it difficult to move. This was the last resort.
Was there a better method? Just then, I saw a broom in the yard of the adjacent wealthy merchant’s house. It was probably left there by a servant after cleaning up fallen leaves. Perhaps this… An idea occurred to me.
Mistress’s Notes stated that witches were naturally skilled at flying, especially riding brooms. Although a custom-made Magic Broom was the preferred choice, any witch without one could use an ordinary broom as a substitute, though it wouldn’t be as stable or as fast.
My eyes lit up, and I scaled the neighbor’s wall, landing in their garden. I crept towards the wall, and from the window, I could still hear laughter. It seemed the homeowner was having dinner.
Originally, I should also have been having a pleasant dinner with Jayad at this time. I’m sorry, but I’ll borrow this broom. Seeing how rich your family is, you probably don’t mind a broken broom, right?
I picked up the broom, snuck to the riverbank, straddled it, and had always been skeptical of the statement in Mistress’s Notes that witches could achieve any outcome they desired as long as they wanted it, and that the process didn’t matter. But now, I desperately hoped she was telling the truth.
“A witch can do it if she wants to, a witch can do it if she wants to. Please, fly!” I chanted nervously. Just as I was half-doubting, the broom actually started to sway and move!
So light, so thin, could this single stick really lift me? Actually, I was a little unsure, but when the broom slowly rose, lifting me off the ground, I finally believed it.
This feeling was truly wondrous. I had to control this broom to move with me, but at the same time, I had to grip this rough stick tightly, or it would be easy to fall off.
Moreover, my control was very clumsy. The broom flew crookedly, and I always felt that one wrong move would result in a 180-degree flip and throw me off.
To describe it, it was like playing a racing game in my previous life where I chose a car with terrible handling. Sometimes a slight touch would send me over ten meters, sometimes there was a delay in control, and sometimes I would slide directly when turning. Anyway, it was extremely difficult to control.
“Phew, be careful, it should be fine for such a short distance.” I carefully ascended, slowly flying closer to the target building.
Looking at the surrounding wall opposite, I thought, since I could already fly, why not choose to fly directly over the iron fence and leap into the small courtyard opposite?
But it was impossible. As I approached the courtyard from the air, I discovered that the garden was filled with beams of light, like infrared rays, scanning back and forth.
Those were also detection spells, not attached to the iron railings, but emanating from several emitters in the courtyard and on the upper floor. It was just like the infrared detection traps from my previous life, the kind I often saw in movies.
Good heavens, this guy actually set up a second layer of traps in the courtyard. Was he being this cautious, even anticipating that someone might enter the courtyard directly?
It seemed I could only stick to the original plan and go around to the back door. I took off, slowly, under the cover of night, when there was no one on the river, and I rode the broom over the river.
Below was the rushing and filthy river water. I could even smell the familiar scent of tar. In front of me was the cold river wind, making my body unstable. If I fell in, I might be poisoned to death.
Steady, don’t rush, fly slowly. The two buildings were less than ten meters apart. I just needed to fly over steadily… Uh!!!
At this moment, the broom suddenly tilted, and my body lost its balance. I quickly grabbed the broom. It wasn’t a big deal, but when I got nervous, the broom drifted rapidly in another direction.
This was the problem with the broom’s difficult control I mentioned. Spiritually controlling the broom and coordinating it with my body balance were separate. I wasn’t used to this form of control at all.
Once the broom tilted, I would subconsciously try to adjust it with my hands, but in reality, I needed to use my spirit to control it. Being too nervous while flying over the river, I would instinctively grip the broom tightly in situations that I normally wouldn’t have fallen, thus neglecting to continue controlling the broom with my spirit.
Plus, this broom was really hard to fly. It was already my limit to barely reach the river-facing side of the target building. The broom completely lost control and plunged into the river.
So close! I instinctively braced myself and stood on the broom like a cat. At the same time, the broom, which was already tilting towards the water, was held motionless in the air by me, firmly supporting my body.
With a forward leap, I jumped directly onto the wall, clinging to a protruding windowsill from below, my feet on the edge of the building. Below was the rushing river water. That was close; I almost fell in.
With a crisp splash, the broom that carried me also fell into the water. It was made of pure wood, so theoretically it should have floated, but the broom sank directly.
I inwardly exclaimed my luck. That was absolutely my playing beyond my usual level. I managed to stay so calm at that moment, controlling the broom to a halt in mid-air while jumping.
And that instantaneous action of standing on the broom and jumping onto the wall to grab the windowsill… I could only complete it so smoothly thanks to the Spirit Cat Potion, and even an overdose of it. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to stand on that broomstick and would have fallen into the river directly.
If I had to do it again, I wouldn’t be able to. It was a perfect integration of body and mind, a flawless performance. Even a slight mistake would have resulted in me falling into the water, and whether I could swim back up is another matter.
Moreover, the action just now allowed me to understand the secret to controlling a broom even better. I am me, and the broom is the broom. Only when my spirit controls the broom can it remain motionless in mid-air, and it’s no problem even if I use it as a springboard. Don’t try to use physical strength to control the broom.
But only after climbing to this side did I realize that the owner of this house wasn’t so careless. Even the doors and windows on this side were equipped with detection spells.
