Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Just as Wayne put away the magic core, the two opponents surrounded him from the left and right.

The man in leather armor walked in front, followed half a step behind by another short, stout man carrying an iron rod with a polished, shiny tip.

The leather-armored man stepped on the bird corpse's head, grinding it with the tip of his boot. He raised his chin at Vien and said, "Did you hear that? Hand over the magic core and leave. We won't make things difficult for you; let's all compromise."

Wayne didn't move or say anything.

His gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment.

The panel popped up quietly.

[Toren - Character Information]

[Identity: Original inhabitant of Cam City; Occupation: Underwear thief. The day before the city fell, to escape capture, he and his younger brother hid in a mine. By chance, they entered this place and became an awakened individual.]

[Note: He calls himself a master lingerie thief, but his actual business scope is extremely broad, stealing everything from underwear to outerwear, from purses to jewelry. However, he has a particular fondness for underwear, never reselling it after stealing it, keeping it all for himself.]

[Note 2: He is extremely protective of his younger brother Logan. Although he may verbally abuse him, he will fight to the death if anyone lays a finger on Logan.]

[Additionally: The amount of lingerie he owns is enough to almost fill this entire platform.]

[Fat Logan - Character Information]

[Identity: Torun's younger brother, a native of Cam City.]

[Note: His IQ is a bit low. While still an embryo, he strangled himself with the umbilical cord, rendering himself mentally disabled. However, he has decent magical talent; despite his intellectual limitations, he is quite proficient in magic.]

[Note 2: His older brother, Toren, raised him from infancy. Although Logan was mentally challenged, he didn't mind his brother's strange habits.]

Wayne fell silent after reading it.

Damn it, it seems the world has struck again.

Before he could process what was happening, he saw the short, fat Logan pull out a pair of patterned underwear from his pocket, hold it above his head with both hands, and solemnly put it on his head.

He took a deep breath and said seriously.

"Big brother, I'm ready!"

Toren turned his head and saw this scene, and was completely stunned.

Immediately, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he slapped Logan on the back of the head with a crisp sound.

"What are you doing now, you idiot!"

Logan stumbled forward a couple of steps after being slapped, then steadied himself against the wall, looking utterly aggrieved. "Dude, I was just trying to cover myself up! If I put my underwear on, that guy over there won't recognize me!"

"Who wouldn't recognize you if you were wearing underwear on your head! You're the only idiot in the entire dungeon who would wear underwear on his head!"

"I……"

"Stop talking nonsense, pick it!"

Logan shrank back, slowly pulled his underwear off his head, carefully folded it, and stuffed it back into his pocket, muttering, "I think it's pretty effective..."

Toren ignored him.

He turned around and looked at Wayne again, his anger completely gone, replaced by his fierce expression.

"Kid, hurry up and hand over what you have on you. Otherwise, we brothers won't be so polite."

Wayne looked at the two lovable brothers and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

A thief who steals underwear, and an idiot who wears his underwear on his head as a disguise—with this setup, they dare to try robbing people?

"Don't you guys even bother to find out who you're robbing before you start?"

Toren stomped on the bird corpse with his foot, grinding it down hard. He sneered, "What are you asking about? What kind of background could a little brat like you have? In this mine, might makes right. If you know what's good for you, hand over the magic core, and we'll go our separate ways. If you don't know what's good for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Logan had already stepped forward.

Logan coughed, mimicking Toren's tone, put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and yelled at Wayne, "Kid, did you hear me! If you don't hand over your valuables, I'll... I'll..."

He was at a loss for words.

Logan turned to look at Toren and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, what am I?"

Torren's forehead veins throbbed twice, and he slapped Logan on the back of the head again: "Idiot! You're not going to hold back!"

Logan suddenly realized, turned back, and put on his menacing expression again. He repeated to Wei En, "Yes! I won't hold back!"

Looking at the two lovable brothers in front of him, Wayne couldn't even muster the energy to fight. He had already checked their stats; neither of them was particularly strong, only around the second tier. It wasn't worth his effort.

The problem is, he's too lazy to fight, but the other side has no intention of letting him go.

He raised his hand, began muttering incantations, and made some hasty hand gestures. Toren watched with his arms crossed, a cold smile on his lips, clearly confident in Logan's trump card.

Soon Wayne discovered something.

He found himself unable to speak.

Wayne tried to mobilize the water element within his body, and the flow was smooth, but whenever he tried to chant a spell, an invisible constraint would press him back down.

Toren burst out laughing: "Kid, didn't expect that, did you? My brother looks simple-minded, but his senses are amazing. He figured out you were a mage who made a living with magic a long time ago. What's the difference between you and a tiger without teeth if you can't chant spells?"

Logan lowered his hands, stood with his hands on his hips next to Toren, and added smugly, "Big Brother said, a mage without a mouth is like a toothless tiger!"

Wayne glanced at Logan with some surprise.

This fool actually has some real skill; he managed to silently seal his chanting ability. The method isn't particularly sophisticated, but when used unexpectedly, it can certainly cause a significant loss.

He raised his hand, and the water element instantly condensed into two water chains in the air. Almost at the same moment, Toren and Logan's bodies were tightly bound by the water chains and lifted into the air.

The two of them were suspended in mid-air with their feet off the ground, struggling desperately, but they couldn't even pull their arms out.

Toren's face turned pale: "You! You can't cast spells, how can you still use magic?!"

Logan wasn't as flustered as his brother. He just tilted his head and thought for a while, then said seriously, "Big brother, you misjudged him. He's casting spells without chanting."

Toren was so angry he wanted to curse.

"Nonsense! You don't need to tell me! I'm not blind!"

Logan gave an "Oh," swayed back and forth in mid-air, and actually thought about it carefully for a moment before saying, "Big brother, should I set off a lightning bolt to strike him?"

Toren's eyes lit up: "Quick!"

Logan immediately shut up and began to chant.

Wayne's expression changed slightly.

He could sense that the magical energy fluctuations within Logan were rapidly increasing, and a scorching atmosphere was beginning to permeate the air. This fluctuation was clearly different from ordinary fire magic, carrying a sharp, penetrating force.

Lightning element.

This idiot actually knows lightning magic. Lightning magic is considered top-tier offensive magic in all magic systems; even the most basic first-tier lightning spells are far more destructive than fire spells of the same tier.