Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Christina.

Then his pupils contracted slightly.

Christina stood at the other end of the long table.

That face no longer belongs to Christina.

It's Andrei's face!

He has deep-set features and a strong jawline.

Wayne's eyelids twitched violently.

This was the first time Wayne had seen Christina transform into someone else. But of all people, why did she have to become Andrei!

Wayne started internally ranting.

No, Christina, what do you want to do?

Do you have some kind of unusual fetish?

Is my lifelong reputation destined to be shattered here?

Although Wayne is a strong fourth-tier warrior, he is not strong enough to take on half of the Witch Cult single-handedly.

Wayne turned his gaze away from Christina's face and glanced at Dora.

"I don't need to stay just one night. I'd better go back."

Dora's lips curved slightly.

"Mr. Wayne, are you sure? It's getting dark outside, and the mountain roads are difficult to navigate. We're worried about you going back alone."

Dora continued, "It wouldn't be good if Mr. Wayne met some bad woman!"

On the other side, Lynette laughed and said, "Alright, alright, Dora, stop scaring His Holiness the Bishop."

Wayne gave Lynette an approving look.

Unexpectedly, Lynette changed the subject: "Bad women aren't scary, but bad men are a different story."

Wayne's lips twitched slightly.

Looking at Lynette's unapology-free smiling face, he finally realized something: it seemed these women weren't planning on letting him go back today.

Christina appeared beside him at some point: "They're just being cheeky, they don't mean any harm."

Wayne took a step back three meters.

"You're scaring me even more!"

Just as Tilulu was about to speak up and persuade him.

What are you doing?

The sound came from the direction of the hall entrance.

Emily stood by the door frame, the edges of her dark gray robe still stained with the gray-black mist left over from the Shadow Teleportation.

"It's nothing."

Christina's tone was light, and her face had already changed back as she spoke, her features transforming from a strong masculine profile back to a delicate feminine face.

She glanced at Wayne and smiled.

"Let's tease the bishop a bit."

Just then, Christina's control panel popped up.

Christina's Current Status

[Status: She's serious. From a painting perspective, she's more interested in the female body; women are the main characters in her works. But from a literary perspective, stories between men still hold considerable appeal for her. The third shelf of her bookshelf, filled with books without author names on the covers, is entirely on this subject.]

[Note: For a fleeting moment, she became serious; she wanted to tie you down. You would be the bottom, and she would be the top. That way, you would be her only one. Untouched by the covetousness of any other woman, and untouched by the gaze of any other man. She knew this thought was dangerous, but she couldn't control herself.]

[Note 2: Don't underestimate her; Christina is always very meticulous. Once she decides to do something, she'll treat it like a painting, scrutinizing it repeatedly and meticulously. If she really decides to tie you up, she's made all the necessary preparations. This is not just a bluff.]

Wayne looked at the panel.

Another wave of goosebumps rose on my skin.

Yandere?

No, that's not it!

Or is he simply ill?

Wayne bowed slightly to the crowd.

Goodbye, everyone.

He turned around and his gaze fell on Emily's face.

"let's go."

Emily nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Shadows surged up from beneath their feet.

The shadows closed in.

The two people disappeared.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Lynette leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, and glanced at Christina.

"Big sister, are you just going to let him go like that?"

Christina pinched her nose and acted out the scene.

"Hmm, how many days has it been since you last showered?"

Lynette paused for a moment, then subconsciously raised her arm and smelled her cuff.

"Yesterday."

"Go take a shower."

Lynette frowned, about to ask another question, when Christina turned and walked away. Her long purple hair swayed gently behind her, leaving a meaningful silhouette.

Lynette stood there, looking at that figure from behind, feeling that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She shook her head and walked towards her room.

Ten minutes later, Lynette disappeared from her room.

She fell into the shadows.

Before falling into the shadows, she was naked and taking a shower in her bathroom.

As for where it fell, there's no doubt about it.

Wherever Emily went, she went too.

Tonight, many others have disappeared in the same way, including Tilulu, Dora, and Wendy.

the next day.

Wayne stared at the ceiling for a long time.

He went through the events of last night in his mind.

After returning from the Witch Cult, I went into the potion room, closed the door, turned on the lights, and then... then it was a whole night of non-stop, um... non-stop potion mixing?

In a sense, he was indeed concocting a potion, only the method was somewhat different. His room became a reception room, with people coming and going all night long, asking him to treat their illnesses, so he didn't get much sleep.

Wayne propped himself up in bed, his bones cracking and popping like a machine that hadn't been oiled in a long time.

The panel appeared before my eyes.

[Wayne's Status - Day 2]

[Status: Exhausted, extremely exhausted. Not the exhaustion of "not sleeping well," but the exhaustion of being completely drained. Every muscle is protesting, every bone is groaning.]

[Note: If you weren't a Tier 4 warrior, you'd probably be dead already. If you weren't a particularly strong Tier 4 warrior, you'd probably be unconscious by now. But you're still alive, you're still conscious, and you can even sit up in bed. That in itself is a miracle.]

[Note 2: Your persistence has earned you your reputation, and it has also earned you the respect of others.]

[Note 3: Tilulu's Gray Mist Domain's ability to isolate sound is a decent secondary ability. You should be glad Ella was too sleepy yesterday and didn't have time to come over. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to explain yourself even if you had ten mouths.]

Wayne glanced around his room, which was in a complete mess, as if he had entered a den of thieves.

He never imagined that one day he would be summoned to heaven to be lectured by a goddess.

To put it in a common saying, it's like someone who spends all day catching eagles, never expecting to one day have their eyes pecked out by an eagle.

While Wayne was still resting with his eyes closed.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"My lord! My lord!"

"What's wrong?"

Vera lowered her hand and took a breath.

"Sir, someone is looking for you outside."