Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Everyone had just finished breakfast, and the dishes hadn't been cleared away yet.

Wayne turned to Vera, who was tidying up the table.

We need to go out for a while.

Vera paused for a moment.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Outside of town, let's give Emma and Ella some experience."

Vera stacked the bowls together and nodded.

"When will you be back, sir?"

"If things go smoothly, it'll be this afternoon; if not, tomorrow morning." Wayne paused. "Things haven't been peaceful in town these past few days. After I leave, keep the church doors closed and don't let anyone you don't know in."

"Understood."

"If you need anything, just ask Wilford. He'll help."

Vera took off her apron, folded it neatly, and placed it next to the stove.

"Don't worry, sir, I know what to do."

On the other side, Mimi looked at Wayne.

"My lord, do you need me to come along?" She rubbed her fingers together beside her maid outfit. "I'm a third-tier assassin; perhaps I can be of help."

"No need, just keep an eye on the church."

Mimi nodded and didn't say anything more.

Babaka crept up from behind, bending even lower than yesterday, a smile on his face that even he found unfamiliar.

"Your Excellency, what about Jenny and me? Can we come along too? To lend a hand, to be human shields or something..."

Jenny nodded vigorously beside him.

Wayne glanced at the two of them.

"You will stay in the church. You are free to move around the town today. But there is one condition..."

"Go ahead and say it!" Babaka answered quickly.

"If you run away, we will not be responsible for the risks associated with the potion you drank earlier."

Babacar bent down another three-tenths of an inch.

"No, no, we won't run away! Your Excellency, please don't worry, we're just going out for a stroll, to get some fresh air, and to buy a few things. We absolutely won't run away!"

Wayne nodded and turned to walk out.

I just walked into the lobby.

The church door was pushed open from the outside.

Lillian stood in the doorway.

She wore a light blue short robe, a leather belt around her waist, and ankle boots. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing her clean forehead and neck. At that moment, she exuded a sharp and efficient aura.

Her gaze lingered on Wayne for a moment, then swept over Emma and Ella behind him.

Emma stood half a step behind Wayne, wearing a light red coat, with a small, bulging cloth bag hanging from her waist, its contents unknown. Ella stood beside Emma, ​​wearing a light blue coat, her hair loose, holding a short cane.

Lillian blinked.

"Mr. Wayne, are you ready?"

"Um."

Lillian looked at Emma Ella.

"Are you going too?"

Emma took a step forward and puffed out her chest.

"Yes! Master said he'd take my sister and me along for some training!"

Ella didn't say anything, but she stood side by side with Emma.

Lillian's gaze swept over the two sisters before turning to Wayne: "Third-tier Rock Demons, can they handle it?"

"It's not like we're letting them fight," Wayne said calmly. "It's just to broaden their horizons. If they're locked up in the church all day and never experience real combat, how will they advance in rank?"

Lillian thought about it and agreed that it made sense.

"Alright. Let's go."

The four of them came out of the church and walked north along the main street of the town. Frost Town was not fully awake in the early morning, and there were not many people on the street. Occasionally, a few early-rising merchants were unloading their goods. When they saw Wayne walk by, they nodded and greeted him.

Good morning, Your Excellency.

"morning."

"Where is Your Excellency the Bishop heading?"

"I need to take care of some business outside of town."

"Be careful on the road, adults."

"it is good."

Wayne walked past a butcher shop, and Hart shoved the knife into the cutting board, wiped his hands on his apron, and jogged after him.

"Your Excellency! Your Excellency, please wait!"

Wayne stopped in his tracks.

"Um?"

Hart took two silver coins from his apron pocket and handed them over.

"Sir, this is the money you paid for my wife's medicine last time."

Wayne glanced at the two silver coins.

"No."

"How can this be?" Hart exclaimed anxiously. "You cured my wife's illness and enabled her to walk again. I haven't properly thanked you yet. Please don't think two silver coins are too little; take them first. I'll save up more and send them to you later."

"Really, you don't need to." Wayne patted him on the shoulder. "Just live your life well. May the goddess bless your family."

Hart's eyes reddened.

Wayne continued walking forward.

Hart's voice came from behind, shouting towards the other side of the street.

"Remember this! From today onwards, I will only sell my pork to the church! Anyone else who buys it will have to pay 20% more!"

The person buying meat stood there, still clutching their money bag, mouth slightly agape, it took them a moment to process what had happened.

No, what does it have to do with you raising prices if you want to sell meat to churches? Just say so if you want to raise prices, what's the point of all this roundabout stuff?

The man slammed the money bag onto the counter.

"Hart, if you're going to raise prices, then raise prices. Why bring up the church?"

Hart pulled the knife off the cutting board.

The man was startled.

Hart immediately offered a fawning smile.

"You're not just anyone. You're a regular customer. Regular customers don't get a raise."

The man's lips twitched. He wanted to curse, but glancing at the knife in Hart's hand, he swallowed his words.

An hour later.

As they rounded the last bend in the hills, the view suddenly opened up before them.

The village, nestled in a valley between two low hills, was small, housing only about forty or fifty households. The houses were built of rubble and mud, with thatched roofs and piles of firewood and farm tools at the base of the walls. At the village entrance stood a stone tablet, its inscription blurred by wind and rain, but the words "Mosa" were barely legible.

The crops in the fields have already been harvested, leaving only withered stubble. A few plots have been plowed, revealing dark brown soil, but most of the land remains barren.

A person was standing under the old tree at the entrance of the village.

Wayne approached.

The old man's gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then moved down to look at his priest's robes and the holy emblem hanging at his waist.

The old man's eyes widened suddenly.

"Bishop Vien?!"

Wayne stopped in his tracks.

Do you know me?

The old man lowered his hand from his brow bone, rubbed his hands on his clothes a couple of times, and jogged over to meet him. Reaching Wayne, he stumbled and nearly fell.

Wayne reached out and helped him up.

"Slower."

The old man steadied himself and raised his head.

"Your Excellency, what brings you here? What makes you come to such a poor place as ours?"

"I'm here to take care of something."

The old man paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and his expression changed from excitement to tension.

"Your Excellency, you...you've come for that rock demon?"

"You know about the Rock Demon?"

"I know, I know." The old man nodded vigorously. "That thing has been in the mine outside our village for several months. The men in our village are afraid to go down into the mine. Their whole families depend on that mine for food. Now that they can't go down into the mine, they're struggling to make ends meet."

"We also contacted the town government, but they said they couldn't help and told us to figure it out ourselves. We also contacted mercenaries, but their prices were too high, and the village couldn't afford that much money."

The old man's voice stopped.

He looked up at Wayne.

"Your Excellency, you've come to help us, haven't you?"

Wayne looked at him.

"right."

The old man was very excited.

He knelt down, trembling.

"Goddess bless... Goddess bless..."

His voice was trembling.

"I knew it, I knew the goddess wouldn't abandon us."