Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Hena did not go to the church immediately.

The carriage slowly made its way along the main street of Frost Town.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a few would turn their heads to glance at the strange procession before hurrying away. The people of Frost Town weren't used to meddling in other people's business, especially those who seemed intimidating.

Ordinary people's instincts tell them: stay away.

Gregory, mounted on his horse, looked around.

"This town is really run-down."

Lancelot didn't respond.

He has no time to comment on the dilapidated state of a town.

He had only one question on his mind:

When are they going to church?

A group of people began to wander around the main street of Frost Town.

After wandering around for a while, I finally found one.

The hotel is located at the foot of the mountain in the east of the town. It is a three-story building with a light yellow plaster coating on the exterior walls. Although some parts of the plaster have peeled off, revealing the blue bricks underneath, it is still considered the most respectable hotel on this street.

Lancelot dismounted and glanced inside.

The lobby wasn't large, with a few wooden tables and chairs. A plump middle-aged woman was wiping glasses behind the counter when she saw so many people suddenly appear at the door. Her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the glasses.

"Stay...stay at a hotel?"

Lancelot glanced back at the group.

All told, there were about twenty people, including the carriage and the passengers.

"Stay all here."

"How many...how many rooms?"

Lancelot thought for a moment. Hena would have a room by herself, the paladin and he would share three rooms, the other twelve women would share six rooms, and the luggage would be placed in another room, making a total of eleven rooms.

"Eleven rooms."

"Ten...eleven rooms?" The woman was stunned. "My inn only has ten rooms in total."

Lancelot looked at her.

"Then I'll take them all."

"Are...are you sure?"

"Confirmed. How much?"

"One...three silver coins per room per night." The woman rubbed her hands together on her apron. "Ten rooms in total, thirty silver coins per night."

Lancelot pulled two gold coins from his waist.

"Stay for six days first. Don't worry about staying longer."

The woman's eyes widened.

Six days, two gold coins.

She doesn't usually earn that much in a month.

"Okay...okay!" Her voice suddenly became crisp and clear. "I'll get it ready for you right away!"

Hena stepped out of the carriage.

She wore a deep purple long dress, the hem just past her ankles, with cinched sleeves that revealed her slender wrists. Her originally short hair was braided into three braids and draped over her shoulders.

Her eyes swept across the hotel entrance.

"Right here?"

Lancelot lowered his head.

"This is the best hotel in town."

Hena didn't say anything more and went inside.

The fat woman stood behind the counter. When she saw Hena come in, she quickly lowered her head. Her intuition told her: This woman is not to be trifled with.

Hena went straight upstairs.

Lancelot followed behind.

On the second floor, in the largest room at the end of the corridor, Hena pushed open the door and went in, then looked around.

The room was small, with a bed, a table, a chair, and a wardrobe. The window faced south, offering a view of the southern part of the town.

The church spire was right in view.

Hena walked to the window, looked at the pointed roof, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. Lancelot stood in the doorway, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Owner."

"Um."

"Do we... need to make any preparations?"

"Ready?"

"You didn't come to Frosttown just to stay at an inn," Langston said carefully, choosing his words. "If you need anything, just let us know."

Hena turned around and glanced at him.

You'll find out then.

Lancelot waited a while, confirming that she wouldn't follow up.

"Yes."

"First, calm things down. Tell the people below not to cause trouble."

"Yes."

Lancelot left and closed the door behind him.

He stood in the corridor and let out a long breath.

I still don't understand.

But he couldn't ask anymore.

Asking again is suicidal.

Lancelot went downstairs and relayed Hena's message to everyone. Everyone then returned to their rooms.

On the other side, up in the mountain, the Witch Cult.

Tilulu emerged from the mist, her face looking rather pale.

"A caravan entered Frost Town today."

Dora was sorting through the medicinal herbs when she heard this and looked up.

"A caravan? What caravan?"

Tilulu lowered her voice.

"They don't look like they're doing legitimate business. The leader is a woman, wearing a purple dress, with short hair braided, and her eyes look strange. Behind her are men and women; the men are wearing armor, and the women are carrying short swords."

She paused.

"I checked our records of people from the North. Those women are a human trafficking gang from the Kande region. The leader is called Shurasha, and they've been operating in the area where Kande, Yumisera, and Wiggins meet for several years, specializing in trafficking young men and women."

Dora frowned.

"Human traffickers? What are they doing in Frosttown?"

"I don't know," Tilulu shook her head, "but what's even stranger isn't that group of women."

"Who is that?"

"Those men."

Tilulu walked up to Dora and opened the notebook.

"Look at these people. Armor, warhorses, swords. They're not mercenaries; mercenaries don't have such neat equipment. Nor are they noblemen's private soldiers; noblemen's private soldiers wouldn't mingle with human traffickers."

Dora leaned over and took a look.

The notebook contained sketches of several people's heads, with their names, characteristics, and possible identities labeled next to them.

Her eyes suddenly widened.

"These are...the missing paladins?"

Tilulu nodded.

"The group the Vatican sent to capture Bishop Wayne. There were seven people in total, led by Lancelot, a fourth-rank official. His deputy was Gregory. They lost contact shortly after departing from Adrian, and the Vatican has already sent people to search for them."

Dora tapped her finger twice on the page.

"How did a paladin end up with human traffickers?"

"have no idea."

"That Shurasa is involved in human trafficking. The paladin is affiliated with the Vatican. These two groups should be mortal enemies, so how did they end up together?"

Tilulu closed the notebook.

She looked at Christina.

"Big sister, what do we do?"

Christina stood by the window, which was slightly ajar, and the mountain breeze blew in through the crack, causing her long purple hair to flutter slightly.

She didn't turn around.

"Let's wait and see."

Tilulu was stunned for a moment.

"Wait and see? Sister, the paladins are here to capture Bishop Wayne. Now that they're in Frosttown, shouldn't we..."

"No rush."

Christina turned around.

"Let's see what they're up to first."

Tilu opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

She knew her older sister's temper.

He has always been known for his composure and steadiness.

Christina walked to the table and sat down.

"However, we can't just sit there doing nothing."

Dora looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Send someone to deliver the message to Wilford."

Dora's eyes lit up.

"The town mayor?"

"right."

Christina's lips curled up slightly.

"Just say a suspicious group of people came to town; they don't look like nice guys. Don't go into too much detail; the more vague, the better. Wilford will take care of the rest."

Dora nodded.

"Understood." She stood up, stuffed the notebook into her bosom, and said, "I'll arrange for someone to deliver the message right away."