Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya turned into the downward iron staircase with practiced ease.

She hadn't been in Huatuan for very long, but she had memorized most of the roads in the area.

The streets were indeed deserted before dawn.

Before dawn, the entire underground district was shrouded in a hazy, rainy atmosphere. The cold light from the glowing vines had also dimmed, becoming much dimmer than during the day, casting only a few green shadows in the cracks of the stones and corners of the walls.

Occasionally, you can see one or two little devils strolling out of the alleyway, walking unsteadily, clearly having played wildly all night and just getting ready to go home to sleep.

A little witch passed by Miya, waved at her, and mumbled something indistinctly, probably saying good morning.

Although Mi Ye didn't know why the other person was so familiar with her, even though she didn't know her, she still nodded politely and continued walking only after the other person had gone far away.

The main street, which had been bustling with activity, was noticeably quieter than before.

The stalls that used to have long queues during the day are now reduced to just a few scattered stalls, and the stall owners are all asleep. They probably have nowhere to stay, so it doesn't matter where they spend the night.

Miya randomly found a relatively quiet spot, near the end of the main street, next to a small tree growing out of a crack in the stone.

The tree canopy blocked the sunlight from the overhead vines, making this small area darker than the rest of the place.

She set up the folding table and neatly arranged a hundred bottles of lemon juice on it. The pale golden liquid shimmered warmly in the shadows, like the morning light falling on the tabletop.

This location should be remote enough, and this time is early enough.

As Miya thought this, she pulled down the hood of her cloak to cover most of her fox mask. Just as she straightened up, she saw a little witch who was packing up her stall at the alley entrance on the left stop in her tracks.

The little witch was about to pack up her stall and go home to sleep when she suddenly glanced at Miya and froze.

Good heavens! Could this be the super kind, super powerful, cold-faced, cute little witch who was giving out free medicine and leading everyone to rob the local bully that day?!

Mi Ye was being stared at for quite a while, and a bad feeling began to grow in her heart.

Immediately afterwards, the little witch pulled out her phone, tapped the screen rapidly with her fingers, and then ran into the depths of the alley without looking back.

Miya tilted her head, somewhat puzzled.

"...What are you doing?"

Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, the Little Witches of the Backyard chat group had already erupted in chaos.

This chat group was originally created privately by a few girls living in the East District to share information about where to find cheap deals and to warn each other about which local bullies were in a bad mood.

Later, more and more people came, and slowly almost all the little witches in the back garden who had no one to rely on gathered in.

The daily routine in the group was similar to the QQ channel in Mi Ye's previous life in college. Someone would post a message in the middle of the night asking who was going to the West District to do a commission tomorrow and if they could form a team, and seven or eight replies would pop up. Someone would complain that they had been charged 600 yuan in protection fees again this month and were almost unable to afford food, and then a kind little witch would privately message them to ask if they wanted to come to the shop where they worked for a free meal.

After all, they are all people who have suffered hardships, and they understand each other's pain, so they naturally become more united.

After their magical energy channels withered, they went from witches to ordinary people. Using their magic even slightly would accelerate the degeneration of their energy channels. They could only do two kinds of jobs: either carry firearms to fight in the unclaimed sea of ​​consciousness, or work as waitresses in restaurants or shops, serving people with a smile.

But they were witches once too.

His mind was full of magic, alchemy, summoning spells, and elemental reactions. His consciousness was filled with so many wonderful ideas. Magic power once flowed through his body, but now he could only stand behind the counter and pour tea for people.

This kind of disparity is more torturous than anything else.

So that day, when the mysterious little witch wearing a fox mask easily defeated the three local bullies and then told everyone to come to her house and take whatever they wanted, these little witches in the back garden looked at their pockets stuffed full of things and suddenly felt a feeling they hadn't had in a long time.

It seems like life isn't so hopeless after all.

From that day on, the discussion about Miya in the group chat never stopped.

Some vividly described how Miya used her tentacles to hang those guys up; some confidently asserted that Miya must be a new executive officer from the Flower Clan, specially sent down to tidy up the back garden; and some even began to fantasize that Miya might be a disciple of some legendary witch who had already found a way to break the withering of the magic circuit.

By the end, Mi Ye's image in the group chat had transformed into that of a gleaming golden savior.

At that moment, when the message that supposedly showed Lord Ye popped up in the group chat, many little witches who were just about to fall asleep immediately jumped out of bed and rushed towards the black market.

Miya stood behind the stall, watching as more and more little witches appeared before her, and they lined up in two rows, quietly watching her with bright eyes. This was completely different from the usual chaotic atmosphere in the back garden. The little witches in the back row would occasionally tiptoe forward, as if afraid that the people in front would buy all the good stuff.

"...What's wrong?"

Seeing this scene, Miya muttered something under her breath, but didn't think much of it.

It's good that there are many people; once you've sold everything, hurry back home.

So she cleared her throat, called the first little witch over, and began to explain, pointing to the potion on the table.

"This is called 'Lemon Detox.' After drinking it, it can temporarily restore your 'magic circuit' capacity to the level it was before you got sick, for about half an hour. There are no side effects, but don't drink too much, as the effects won't stack."

She spoke in a calm tone, but the little witch who was first in line widened her eyes and showed an incredulous expression after hearing the words "restore magic circuit capacity".

Miya was a little flustered by her reaction.

"...What's wrong? If you don't believe me, I can pour you a small cup to try first."

"Need not!"

The little witch shook her head violently.

"I'll buy it, I'll buy it! How much?"

"One thousand Loren per bottle."

The little witch paused for a moment, seemingly not expecting the price to be so affordable, before quickly taking out her money to buy three bottles. She then carefully unscrewed one of the bottles, brought it to her nose, and smelled it – it smelled like lemon.

While handing medicine to the next person, Miya secretly observed her reaction.

The little witch took a small sip, and her eyes immediately reddened. In the end, she couldn't hold back and squatted down, burying her face in her hands and crying. This startled Mi Ye, who thought there might be some side effects she didn't know about. But she had also tried it herself. Or was it just that every witch's constitution was different?

Just as Miya was at a loss, the little witch finally raised her head and spoke.

"I... haven't felt my own magic in a long time."

"Thank you, Lord Ye..."

Seeing this, the little witches behind them all swarmed forward, each afraid that they wouldn't be able to get one. Of course, they knew how precious this potion was, not to mention that Lord Ye was only selling it for a thousand a bottle, which was practically free!

In just a moment, all one hundred bottles of potions were sold out. Several little witches who had bought and drunk them and wanted to add them to their carts failed to get any and showed a disappointed expression in front of Miya.

Just then, the little witch who had been the first to buy medicine walked over. Her eyes were still red, but her smile had already spread across her face.

"Lord Ye! Thank you so much!"

The little witches added their own comments later.

"She's just like a mother..."

"Yes, yes!"

Miya felt a little embarrassed and quickly waved her hand.

"...Just call me Night."

"Alright then, Xiaoye, will you come again tomorrow?"

Miya looked at her, then at the little witches behind her who were also staring at her expectantly, and knew very well the weight of those words.

They were asking, "Will you continue to help us like this?"

"Yes, I'll come tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow too."

Upon hearing this, the little witches' eyes lit up in unison.

Wow! Really?!

Miya quickly made a shushing gesture.

"Don't go around telling everyone, okay? We'll just enjoy this in our own little group. Just don't let the other little witches who come to have fun hear about it."

"Uh-huh!"

"Lord Ye, we love you dearly!"

"A god has appeared in the back garden..."