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

Once outside the room, Mi Ye realized she had chosen the most awkward time of day.

As evening light filtered through the clusters of jacaranda trees, it bathed the flower-filled courtyard in a warm, orange glow.

The little witches sat one by one under the banyan tree, forming a semi-circle, each holding a notebook, quietly listening to Iris explain the balancing of alchemy formulas.

Miya held Sanyuexia's hand and stood at the dormitory entrance, caught in a dilemma.

We can't just walk over and say we're leaving. A few days ago, Iris asked if we wanted to spend the God's Birthday together in the flower garden, and Miya agreed without hesitation. This would put us in a dilemma again.

Miya learned another life lesson: don't make promises you think are easy at the time, because they're too easy to get bounced back on.

She looked down, took out her phone, opened WW, and sent a message to Iris.

【Sister Iris, Xia and I have some urgent business to attend to and need to go out for a bit. We'll be back in a few days. Sorry!】

After she finished speaking, she looked up and met the gaze of Iris in the yard.

Iris tilted her head and looked over. Judging from her expression, she had already noticed that Miya and Mitsuki Natsu were standing by the back door with their suitcases, and it seemed like she had guessed something.

But she just glanced at her phone and smiled as she mouthed something.

Bye-Bye.

None of the little witches sitting below noticed this scene. Only Xiang Lian seemed to sense something and turned to look behind her, but Miya and San Yue Xia had already shrunk back.

Miya felt a little uneasy. She actually respected Miss Iris quite a bit. That seemingly lazy yet shrewd older sister was very kind to everyone in the flower group.

But she didn't handle things very well today. She didn't even dare to say goodbye in person. So she silently made a mental note that she would bring some nice things for Iris and the Flower Group when she came back, and apologize properly.

"Let's go."

Miya tugged at Sanyuexia's hand, and the two slipped out through the back door of the flower garden.

After stepping out of the flower-lined gate, Miya easily led San Yuexia away from the back garden.

She knew the way well, and San Yuexia followed quietly behind her, being led by the hand.

Unbeknownst to them, behind the second-floor window of an abandoned building on the street corner, Qiu Jinyuan was crouching there, spying on the two of them.

She's been squatting here for most of the day.

From the moment Mi Ye set up her stall at the black market that morning, Qiu Jinyuan had been keeping an eye on the little witch wearing a fox mask. She originally wanted to see what the little witch was doing all day long, and whether it was possible to find clues about Jian Qiuluo by following the trail. However, after selling the medicine, the little witch returned to the flower troupe and never came out again.

Qiu Jinyuan squatted on the street corner all day, but apart from a few passing little devils asking her how much she cost per night, which almost made her so angry that she kicked them, she gained nothing.

She spent the rest of her time playing online poker with her friends in the group, but she kept losing, which made her very angry.

She had finally waited for Mi Ye to come out, and was about to get up and follow him when she suddenly stopped.

Because within the spread of magical perception, an unusually bright magical point suddenly appeared in the direction of the West District.

This level of magic concentration is very strange.

Having spent so many days squatting in the back garden, she had a pretty good grasp of the distribution of magic in this area. The unclaimed consciousness seas in the western district were mostly heavily polluted, and although the magic concentration was high...

Qiu Jinyuan thought for a moment, then took out her phone.

"There's an anomaly in the West District. I'll go check it out. You guys follow that little witch with the fox mask who just came out of the flower cluster. Don't alert her, just keep an eye on her from a distance."

After hanging up the phone, she took one last look at Mi Ye's retreating figure as he disappeared into the alley, then turned and ran towards the west district.

He sighed inwardly as he ran.

The back garden is indeed a place that never gives you a moment's peace.

She could roughly guess what the anomaly in the West District was related to. In the past few days, many students had come to Moon Forest, all of them because of the so-called reclusive witch mentioned on the school wall.

However, most of these students lacked practical experience and were completely unaware of the risks of an unclaimed sea of ​​consciousness. They thought they could do whatever they wanted just because they had some talent, but even she, an S-rank witch, had to think twice before entering the unclaimed sea of ​​consciousness in the back garden.

Mental damage is something that cannot be overcome simply by having higher or lower levels of magic power.

The stronger the witch, the broader her consciousness, and the more severe the damage she suffers when corrupted by indescribable things.

The Witch Government packaged the back garden area as a haunted place rife with urban legends, hoping to scare away curious little witches.

As a result, some people still wouldn't listen to advice.

Qiu Jinyuan quickened her pace, passing through one narrow alley after another, and then slowed down.

At the end of the alley is an old square covered with glowing vines.

In the center of the square, three or four little witches dressed in the Moon Forest school uniform were gathered together, their faces showing a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

A crack appeared in the ground in front of them, from which a dark purple mist of light surged forth, within which a distorted sea of ​​flowers could be vaguely seen.

The entrance to the unclaimed sea of ​​consciousness.

Qiu Jinyuan was hidden in the shadows of the alley and did not go out immediately.

She watched as the students encouraged each other and jumped into the crevice one by one, so she didn't hesitate and quickly followed them in.

"...They're such a worry."