Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Charman was taken aback by Wayne's sudden question, then lowered his voice and a subtle expression appeared on his face.

"Speaking of your father... there have indeed been some rumors circulating about him lately."

He paused, as if to make sure that no one was around, before continuing.

"As far as I know, there seems to be some conflict between Marquis Lynch and His Holiness the Pope."

"contradiction?"

"Hmm." Charman nodded. "I can't find out the specific reason, but one thing is clear: after the king's large-scale rejuvenation spell, both of them regained their youthful appearance."

Charman lowered his voice even further.

"There are rumors circulating now... that these two are in a love-hate relationship."

After listening, Wayne fell silent, then picked up his teacup and took a sip; he seemed to be used to silence.

Seeing that Wayne didn't respond, Charman wisely refrained from delving deeper into the topic. As if remembering something important, he turned around, took a folded parchment from the cabinet behind him, and handed it to Wayne.

"My lord, this is a decision made by the Holy See after deliberation in the council."

Wayne took the parchment and unfolded it.

The document bears the seal of the Vatican and contains only a few words, but its core message is that all bishops who have been evacuated from the border must return to the capital to report for duty.

Wayne's gaze lingered on the parchment for two seconds.

When preparing to say something.

There was a knock on the door.

Knock knock knock.

Charman frowned.

"Who?"

"Your Excellency, it is I."

A young voice came from outside; it was a young monk from the church, and his tone was somewhat hurried.

Charman responded towards the door, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a young man in a gray monk's robe stood in the doorway, his face showing a mixture of panic and helplessness.

"grown ups……"

The young monk took a breath and then looked at Charman.

"Sir...there are people gathered outside...the church is surrounded by people."

Charman frowned.

"A crowd of people? Who are they?"

The young cultivator swallowed hard, his tone tinged with an indescribable embarrassment.

"Most of the noblewomen of Audrian...have come."

Charman paused for a moment.

"What are they doing here?"

The young monk's expression became even more awkward.

"They said... they heard Father Wayne has returned... and they've come to confess to him."

Charman's lips twitched.

He turned his head and looked at Wayne.

Then he smiled meaningfully.

I never expected Father Wayne to be so popular.

After listening to what the young monk had to say, Wayne...

I couldn't help but think of the past.

When he first arrived in Audrien, he was a young man from the Earl's mansion with very little money. His salary from the church was barely enough to make ends meet. The materials needed for potion research were ridiculously expensive; a single herb could easily cost three gold coins, and he couldn't even buy a few with his monthly salary.

If it weren't for the generosity of Audrian's women, his potion research would never have reached this point.

Some donated money, some gave him materials, and some even opened their own herb gardens to him. They never asked him what he was going to do with the materials, nor did they urge him to return them. They would just look at him with knowing eyes after donating and say, "Father, please come and visit us when you have time."

Wayne is a grateful person.

Wayne stood up, patted the wrinkles in his clothes, and nodded slightly to Charman.

"Since you've come looking for me, I'll go out and take a look."

Charman looked at him and gave a meaningful smile.

"Your charm... is truly enviable, but this old man won't join in your fun."

Wayne nodded, then politely turned and left.

Charman watched Wayne's figure disappear through the doorway.

He turned to look at the young cultivator still standing at the door, his expression softening and his tone becoming serious.

"Go and tell the people below."

The young monk quickly stood up straight: "Please speak, sir."

"Whatever Father Wayne asks for, we'll grant it," Charman said firmly. "Whether it's materials, manpower, or money, we'll provide it all without asking me."

The young cultivator paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously:

"clear!"

The young monk quickly left the office.

He took two steps at a time and caught up with Wayne's pace.

As he walked, he turned his head and gave Wayne a slightly reserved smile.

"Father Wayne, my name is Andy, and I am a new novice monk at the Audrian Church."

Wayne turned his head and glanced at him.

The young man was handsome and articulate, with a perfectly measured respect in his eyes—neither overly obsequious nor overly distant. He was definitely someone who knew how to handle things.

"If you need me to run errands or relay messages in the future, just let me know."

Andy spoke very naturally.

The panel popped up at this point.

[Andy - Character Information]

[Identity: Novice monk at the Church of Audrian, Charman's newly recruited assistant. The old bishop took a liking to this young man and had even taken him home for dinner. After a few rounds of drinks, Charman was completely drunk, and the young man ultimately succumbed to Elena's temptation.]

[Identity: Elena's spy planted among Charman's men.]

[Note: He couldn't resist Elena's temptation. To be precise, he was completely devoured by Elena, both physically and mentally. The impact of a woman in her thirties like Elena on a young man in his early twenties was devastating.]

[Note 2: After hearing Elena's account of her experiences, he decided to become her hero. He wanted to help this poor woman escape "Charman's oppression." He felt he was doing something righteous.]

Wayne nodded without changing his expression.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Andy quickly waved his hand: "It's no trouble at all, it's my honor to be able to help the priest."

As he spoke, he quickly walked to the end of the corridor, pushed open the door ahead of time, stepped aside to make room, and gestured "please" to Wayne.

Light streamed in from outside.

The stone-paved square in front of the church was filled with people.

All women.

The young people were in their early twenties, and the older ones looked to be in their early forties. Each of them was dressed appropriately, and their hair was neatly combed. Some held handkerchiefs in their hands, while others carried delicate little baskets containing a few pastries or a small jar of jam.

The crowd fell silent for a moment when Wayne walked out of the door.

Then, like water boiling, it instantly boiled.

"Father Wayne! You're really back!"

"Father, you've lost weight..."

"I told you he'd come back! He couldn't possibly abandon us!"

"Father, do you remember me? Last winter you came to my house and prayed for my mother..."