Witch Troupe and the Undead

“Desire is the ladder of human progress. If the sinful realm here is a distorted and deformed desire, then these should be normal and controlled desires.” Roach touched the gray mud and felt that the texture was a bit like well-mixed cement.

Human desires are ever-changing. Different times, different moods and circumstances bring different desires. When one is poor and destitute, the greatest desire may be to have a full meal. But when one becomes extremely wealthy, the desire may be to leave one's name in history or to seize power and greater wealth.

Therefore, the characteristics of the magic of desire are like this mortar, ever-changing, and like the legendary "breathing soil," it grows with the wind, but once it is fixed, it becomes indestructible steel.

"Controlled, legitimate desires are the cornerstone of all human behavior, such as the appetite, the desire to sleep, and even the desire to achieve through labor."

“Roach, you look just like a philosopher,” Leslie said, wondering why Roach would suddenly bring this up.

"Well, because I have a general understanding of the Great Sin Ritual. After all, in this field... um~" Countless philosophers and sages on Earth have discussed and pondered it countless times, even trying to explore the reasonable boundaries of morality and desire.

Gray mud continued to emerge from the water, reinforcing the area around the plateau and the wooden bridges. However, due to the abundance of sinful magic here, Livia could only extract a pitifully small amount of legitimate desire magic, enough to coat the plateau and bridges with a thin layer. With a snap of the little guy's fingers, the gray mud quickly stopped wriggling and multiplying.

The next second, golden light began to float on the surface of the mud, eventually settling into an eerie dark gold, as if coating the entire plateau with a dull copper shell. Vines entwined themselves around the wood and stones that Roach and Leslie had brought, reassembling them into pillars. The dark gold wall of desire formed a low breastwork, covered with a layer of thorns of jealousy.

"Alright, turn it on!" After reinforcing the platform and Livia drew a large magic circle on the ground with her cane and arranged the ritual implements, Roach was allowed to turn on the magic pump. Since the nearest relay pillar was too far away, the magic pump simply pumped the magic from here to the next room.

As the magic pump was activated, all the demons seemed to sense something. The first to react were the leeches in the water, which frantically swam towards the shallow water area following the surging magic. At first, Leslie didn't understand why Roach had reinforced a low wall on the platform, but now she understood.

As the leeches leaped out of the water and crashed against the outer wall with a crackling sound, they then struggled to crawl upwards along the wall. At that moment, a strange pink flame ignited on the surface of those dark golden walls of desire.

The fire of desire has no effect on mindless creatures, and even on sentient creatures it only has the effect of hallucinating and agitating emotions. But for these leeches tainted by the magic of the Sin Domain, it is like a real fire. One leech after another bursts open, leaving large black marks on the outer wall.

This is also the suppressive power of a proper sin mage over these sinful mages. After all, although proper desires are not as powerful as these twisted desires, they are the foundation. You can choose not to eat people, but can you choose not to eat? You can choose not to play cards, but can you choose not to sleep?

However, the suppressive effect of this fire of desire was terrible for those relatively slow-reacting lust demons. These giant slug-like creatures slowly wriggled their bodies, and even as their bodies were burned by the flames and made crisp cracking sounds, they continued to climb upwards. Finally, their tentacles crossed the top wall, and their ends opened like flowers, revealing the terrifying mouthparts inside.

"Bang!" The high-speed metal cone shattered the entire tentacle. Roach calmly held up what was called a crossbow, but was actually a gun, and pulled the lever to chamber a new round.

Apart from the light strip extending from the receiver, the firing method is exactly the same as that of a lever-action rifle. In addition to regular magic bullets, basically anything with a caliber smaller than the muzzle can be inserted as ammunition, but the power and accuracy are completely unreliable.

The Demon of Lust paused for a second, seemingly completely unprepared for a fully armored knight to use such a weapon to fire. Then, a large number of tentacles rushed towards Roch, whose reaction speed was far too slow to dodge. So, he simply stopped dodging and let the tentacles drill into his armor, making a piercing noise.

It wasn't that this guy was arrogant, but rather that he had complete trust in the little witch's skills. After spending so much soul essence and precious materials, it couldn't just be a waste, could it?

"Bang!" A flame more than a foot long shot out from the muzzle. It was a genuine dragon's breath bullet. The ammunition was made from Vivi's dragon breath secretions. At the moment of explosion, this ash breath would be sprayed out of the barrel. Of course, only the breath of an ash dragon could do this. If it were the breath of a proper fire dragon, Roach's mithril alloy barrel would be completely burned up in an instant.

Flames clung to the tentacles, producing a crisp crackling sound. The disgusting pustules burst open at an alarming speed, sparks burning deeper into the flesh. At the same time, Alessina charged forward almost skimming the ground, the greatsword trailing behind him rising with incredible speed, slashing down all the tentacles that were wrapped around Roach.

"Master Roach, are you alright?"

"It's alright, this armor is really useful!" The surface of the armor was severely corroded, with many pits, but Roach inside didn't feel any impact, which shows that its defensive power was indeed beyond imagination.

Livia, the "Fire" one, removed her hood, revealing a face of stunning beauty and charm. Golden strands of hair ignited from the ends, quickly transforming her long, flowing hair into a raging inferno. A strange emblem appeared in her emerald eyes as she gripped her staff and forcefully plunged it into the core of the magic circle.

The witch's power began to dominate everything in the entire plateau space. Pink flames appeared out of nowhere from every corner, strung together, and the flames coiled around Livia like giant snakes, instantly burning the approaching Sinful Demon into a wisp of smoke.

Then countless jealous thorns sprang up, directly ensnaring a bloodthirsty demon that leaped from the sky. The spherical monster was tightly bound by the thorns and, as it fell, was torn apart and shredded, turning into a shower of foul-smelling black blood and bits of flesh.

However, before these things could even touch Livia, they were completely burned by the flames. The pink flames gradually turned into a terrifying deep purple, which surprised the horse-headed giant carrying the burning magic sword. But he quickly reacted and decisively swung the magic sword, roasting and exploding the countless jumping leeches that the pieces of flesh on the ground had turned into.

The sound of bubbles bursting echoed across the entire platform. "Whoosh!" A gust of wind, like a blade, cleaved a succubus that was slithering towards them from behind in two. The arcane scholar, standing on the boundary of the sinful realm, shouted loudly, "I'm here to help you!"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was shoved aside by a knight, and then countless streams of black venom sprayed onto the shield the knight had raised, making a hissing sound.

"What exactly is this..." The adventurers who arrived later were also stunned for a moment, but they quickly judged from their experience that the device protected by Vivi, who had transformed into a dragon, was definitely something key. Even if they didn't understand what it was, it didn't matter, as there was no need for any understanding at the moment.

"Roar!" The barbarian roared and leaped up, his simple fur armor glowing with a dazzling blood-red light. "Blood Rage!" He activated his extraordinary martial skill, sacrificing the agility and dexterity of his extraordinary physique in exchange for ultimate strength and constitution.

The barbarian warrior crashed into the shallow water like a meteorite. The leeches that clung to him instantly covered his legs and arms, but he quickly swatted them all dead, leaving no trace except for the leeches' bodily fluids.

"Catch!" The herbalist pulled a spherical medicine bottle from his satchel and threw it, producing thick smoke. The barbarian's face showed a comfortable expression. This herbal smoke could effectively reduce the side effects caused by blood rage and had obvious analgesic and calming effects.

Having regained his composure, the barbarian swung his battle axe straight at the lower half of the Fiend clinging to the side of the plateau. The axe blade emitted a strange buzzing sound as he poured the power he had extracted from his own life essence into the weapon, and then cleaved it down on the Fiend.

Thick skin, strong enough to withstand attacks from ordinary weapons, was instantly torn apart. The axe even pierced through the body, which was rich in bodily fluids, and struck the wall constructed of desire magic after the plateau was reinforced, sending sparks flying.

The Demon of Sin retaliated, its waving tentacles instantly knocking the warrior into a nearby building. The dormant wood-rotting centipede immediately came to life, emitting a terrifying hiss as it pounced on the unfortunate soul who had stumbled into its trap.

"Awooo!" Another roar echoed as the barbarian warrior, with half a centipede still attached to his body, burst out of the ruins. It was clear that the demonic insect had been violently torn off. "Livia, heal that guy!"

"Hmm!" The little witch was still able to get distracted under these circumstances. She glanced at the barbarian warrior, and the herbal smoke seemed to be controlled by something, rushing towards the barbarian warrior's face and burrowing into it like living things.

Then the flying pebbles and wood chips paused for a moment, and then rained down like shrapnel, startling all the centipedes following behind him into a momentary halt.

The brute's companions weren't as reckless as him; instead, they chose to jump down the steps onto the platform, taking over from Alessina and protecting Livia and Roach's flanks.

“Here, this is much better than your broken bow!” Roach tossed a spare weapon to the archer. The latter caught it, glanced at it, and roughly guessed how to use it, as it was similar in shape to a crossbow and even had a cross-shaped crossbow arm. “Don’t worry about it too much, just aim and shoot. This is a bullet pouch!” Roach took off a badly corroded bullet pouch from his body and tossed it over.

A new band of light extended from the rune disc at the waist and connected to the weapon. Although only arcane mages could use this thing, it didn't say that there was only one power supply unit. However, if too many rune constructs were activated at the same time, the mana pool consumed would be exponentially increased. But that doesn't matter. Didn't you see that a band of light also connected from the mana pump to Roach's rune disc?

For Roach, this usage does not affect the characteristic of the arcane sorcerer's creations being usable only by himself. To put it bluntly, the root of the limitation lies here: the power control of the rune disk remains with him. With just a thought, the opponent's weapon will become scrap metal, and there is a distance limit.

All the supernatural abilities of that crossbow can only be used by Roach. However, considering the simplicity of its spell configuration, the spell is essentially always active. The archer only needs to pull the trigger and aim, making it no different from a human gun rack.

Pulling the trigger causes the mechanical structure to insert a bullet into the acceleration rail, which is then launched by the constantly activated rail. Without rhythmic control, it remains in a continuously enchanted state.

It wouldn't be impossible to use it on those original versions of the Loli Crossbow, but that would mean the trajectory and power would be a rapidly declining curve—in Roach's words, if you used it for rapid fire, it would be like peeing—when you first start enchanting, from near to far, the magic container output reaches its peak, and then from far to near.

However, this also means that it is not completely impossible to fire in rapid succession. It's just that this kind of machine gun, which does not rely on the rune disk, must keep the magic container charging and discharging at the same time. So, the mathematical tool that is considered useless by a group of ignorant novices to be able to fill and empty a swimming pool at the same time comes in handy.

Because this mode is a continuous output rather than an instantaneous output, the consumption of magic power is very large. Roach's current progress in materials science is that he needs to equip this archer with seven or eight secondary archers. What for? To run hamster wheels. Of course, you can also use animal power instead.

Furthermore, the size of this magic container... is more like a machine gun than a machine gun, and the container, made from currently available materials, is about the thickness of an adult's thigh, roughly the size of a common water bottle.

Roach commented that it was better to use it as a gas canister mortar than to use it to charge a machine gun. It was much more useful as a shell than as a battery, and it was also one of the most commonly used ammunition for catapults in this world.

However, these difficulties posed no problem for the rune disk connected to the magic pump and the two crossbows. The adventurer archer grasped the basics after firing just a few shots, since accuracy wasn't necessary at the moment.

This skilled and daring fellow leaped onto the outer wall in two steps, pulled out a dagger and pinned the lower limbs of an unfortunate succubus, then stepped on its waist and began rapidly firing at its upper body.

With its extraordinary agility and speed, it managed to unleash a long burst of fire, much like an assault rifle. With a series of rapids, the upper body of the succubus that had just climbed up was reduced to fragments.

"You better use them sparingly, those are all handmade by me!" Roach let out a sharp, explosive sound. Those ammunition were all handmade products, the idealistic rules of this world don't support the automatic printing of runes and automatic enchanting.

Chapter 142 The Ultimate Strategic Weapon: Her

"Watch out!" The blasphemous demon, curled into a ball, spread its countless sharp feet and came crashing down on Alessina. "Whoosh!" The fox girl only had time to swing her greatsword to block the fatal attack that was heading straight for her chest and abdomen; she had no choice but to sacrifice her arms and the outside of her thighs.

The lightweight leather armor was torn apart almost instantly, blood and flesh splattering everywhere. The claws of these blasphemous demons were incredibly hard and sharp, and even the Thunderbird Knight's shield struggled to withstand them. The iron-gray shield with its golden thunderbird pattern was covered with claw marks at least 3 to 5 millimeters deep.

The splattering flesh and blood of her companions made Livia, who had been maintaining the magic's effects, shudder. Instinctively, she wanted to cover her head and crouch down in defense, but when she saw the monster with its open, spiraling maw in front of her, her cheeks puffed out and her face turned bright red. She forcibly suppressed her instinct to dodge.

Beneath the skirt, which was billowing with magical energy, a pair of slender legs trembled incessantly, as if they were about to collapse to the ground at any moment.

"Temperance!" Her pink lips moved slightly, uttering a word imbued with a mysterious power. The witch's power was fully unleashed. Unlike the effects of ritual spells, almost instantly, everyone felt the change in the entire environment. A mysterious power acted on the depths of everyone's soul.

The effect was most evident on those demons of desire, where chains burning with deep purple flames instantly bound each target, and the core magical structure that constituted them also shook under the influence of this mysterious power.

All the magic collapsed at an alarming rate, and the runic light band connected to Roach's crossbow also became noticeably blurred. The rules of magic began to recede here, and this effect, which was almost like a "law," was a huge burden for Livia.

Unlike her usual unconscious reactions, the result of this direct and proactive embrace of her innate talents and abilities was that her hair began to turn white from the ends.

Numerous pale golden lines appeared on the surface of her skin, as if outlining something, and trickles of blood flowed from her delicate ears and nostrils.

"Bang!" The first blasphemous demon exploded, turning into a dissipated stream of magic. Then came the second one. This effect lasted only a few seconds, directly clearing out almost all the sin demons on the battlefield. However, it only had a freezing effect on the sin demons that were crawling closer from a distance.

"Huff~ Huff~" The little guy was breathing heavily, his eyes were so tired that they were about to close, but he still persevered and completed the final ritual guidance. The deep purple flames disappeared from the spot, and the magic circle on the ground was burned into a pile of charred marks.

Then, the sky began to change color, the clouds were tinged with a purplish-red, and then countless meteors fell to the earth, as if thousands of stars were being pulled down by some force. Each meteor could blast a house into pieces the moment it hit the ground, leaving behind a persistent, burning, pale purple flame that spread along the water's surface.

"This is hellfire... not that hell, to be precise, it's purgatory fire," Old Ma explained to the others as he returned to his normal packhorse form. Leslie, who was in the best condition, grabbed the limp little witch and laid her flat next to Old Ma. The price of using some kind of power began to gradually appear, and her skin became unusually cold.

What is her current situation?

"Well, the young lady isn't mature yet, so this power is... roughly equivalent to causing some damage to her soul. Don't worry, for ordinary people, this kind of damage is irreversible, but for her, it's not a big problem." Old Ma said, glancing at the little witch who had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep.

"It's probably a result of physical exhaustion; I'll be fine after a couple of days of sleep."

"Is this the first time?" Roach asked seriously, removing the armor that had been completely rendered ineffective by the little witch's indiscriminate attacks. After all, without the mysterious magic driving it, the armor was still too heavy for him.

"The second time... the first time was when she was six years old, and the consequences..." Old Ma glanced at the adventurers who were helping to clear out the remaining non-sinful demonic water snakes and rotten wood centipedes, "...you can probably guess. When she was six, it was the year 582 of the Imperial Calendar."

"The Great Void Incident?" Vivi spoke immediately, then explained to the bewildered "outsiders" Roach, Leslie, and Alessina, "In Imperial Calendar 582, or more precisely, Imperial Celestial Calendar 582, because the Empire changed its calendar afterward, a magical void phenomenon occurred in the Emerald Province. To put it bluntly, in an instant, the connection between all rituals and magic was severed."

"It directly caused all the local alchemy workshops, magical weapons, and constructs to malfunction, and to this day, the Jade Province has not recovered from that disaster."

All products and production lines in the alchemy workshop were scrapped, and the arcane towers and ritual sites in various cities needed to be rebuilt. Furthermore, due to the sudden loss of connection with magic during the ritual, the uncontrolled magic caused a disaster no less severe than the one Livia caused in Windcandle Village, and perhaps even more terrible.

This void also caused monsters and various mutated animals that are very sensitive to magic to leave their lairs and wander aimlessly across the land.

"It's like the magnetic field has been disturbed, causing creatures that navigate using the magnetic field to be unable to determine direction and location?" Roach muttered to himself.

"The malfunction of magical weapons forced knights and adventurers to fight the raging monsters with wooden clubs and pure metal weapons, resulting in the destruction of numerous villages and towns, and even castles were not necessarily safe." This was because many city defense facilities were also made of alchemically crafted equipment.

"This chaos lasted for more than four years, but the Great Hollow itself only lasted for less than two hours before it ended..." Vivi glanced at Livia again, and now she understood why the little guy's mentor would live in seclusion in such a godforsaken place as the Living Forest.

Because she lives in the city, if she were to lose control, it would be a devastating blow to any civilization that relies on alchemy, mysticism, and occultism.

Roach could understand this situation. She was like a super-powerful, unsafe, reusable EMP generator. She posed no threat to steam-powered civilizations before the invention of radio and electronic devices, but she was a devastating force for modern civilization. Once discovered, her situation would be no better than that of her mentor.

This living super weapon can only be controlled or destroyed; there is no third possibility. And for the alien civilization here, Livia is only effective against modern civilizations and nations.

For those tribes who rely on supernatural powers such as bloodlines to fight and use simple wooden and steel weapons, they pose almost no threat, such as orcs and beastmen-demi-humans—therefore, the Great Void is not a big deal to the beastmen-demi-humans.

Therefore, Alessina had never heard of this matter, and as for Leslie, who lived in the sea, she didn't know much about such things either.

"Even the empire's change of calendar is related to this matter, as the original calendar is no longer applicable."

The calendar in this other world is similar to that on Earth, closely related to production. While Earth is primarily agricultural, this world incorporates astrology and mysticism, and is highly connected to magic. This is because agricultural production here is inseparable from magic and various rituals—influencing the growth cycle of plants, especially precious magical plants.

The earliest calendars were originally created by the predecessors of the arcane sorcerers: astrologers who cultivated potion ingredients by observing celestial phenomena. Therefore, the Great Hollow altered the flow and distribution of magic in several provinces of the empire, which meant that the calendar had to be changed and new planting cycles had to be established, much like the change in weather.

In a world where magic truly exists, the growth cycle of organisms would indeed correspond to the nature, distribution, and flow of magic itself. For example, if a plant that accumulates fire element is planted in an environment rich in water element magic, it will most likely either fail to grow or be corrupted and mutated. This mutation has both good and bad aspects.

Even ordinary food crops, such as wheat, are not completely unaffected, but the impact is relatively small, generally fluctuating by no more than 15%. However, for a staple food crop, an extra 15% fluctuation in yield is already very serious. A 15% reduction in yield can usually result in 15% of the population starving to death or a reduction of more than 15% of the population through chaos or other means.

Moreover, the consequences of a 15% increase in production would not be much better than a 15% decrease, especially since the increase in production is random, without warning, and cannot be replicated. Therefore, the empire's calendar change was a last resort.

“…Strategic weapon, her~” Roach’s gaze towards the little guy changed. On Earth, a weapon that could achieve this effect would probably not just be a simple EMP, but would also have the effect of a permanent weather weapon, a genuine strategic weapon.

"Regarding this matter, I suggest you keep your mouths shut, because the old master said that a living young lady is a true young lady, while a dead young lady might be something else entirely," Old Ma said in a deliberately sinister and terrifying tone.

As the temporary magical void disappeared and the Great Sin Magic surged back in, Roach and his companions had to immediately end their rest and resume guarding the magic pump. With their magical weapons showing obvious signs of malfunction, they could only barely keep more Sin Demons away by relying on simple physical attacks and a few usable items.

Fortunately, due to the magic void, disordered magic was pumped into the adjacent area faster than usual, causing a significant drop in the magic power of the Sin Domain here. The combat power and resilience of the Sin Demons also became weaker. The most obvious example is that the Sin Demons can only slowly crawl on the ground and cannot launch or jump at high speed.

"Boom!" Although the Loli Crossbow was unusable at this time and the Rune Disc had stopped working, the alchemical bombs and rune bombs created by Roach could still be activated by physical means, although their triggering effects were significantly deviated.

What was originally supposed to explode into a ring of ice has now turned into a burning cold fire. But it doesn't matter. For the Sin Demon, as long as the items and bombs created by Roach don't explode into healing spells from the Great Sin Domain, they will all cause some damage, or at least have a detrimental effect.

"Pfft!" The Greatsword of Wupeng pierced into the body of the blasphemous demon, whose strength had dropped from the level of enchanted demonic leather armor to that of ordinary cowhide. Under the power of the fox girl, the blade quickly tore open a wound several feet long, and visible magical particles dispersed from the gap and were then sucked into the magical pump.

"Huff... Huff..." Alessina gasped for breath, leaning on his greatsword. He glanced at the young knight beside him, whose condition wasn't much better. His left arm hung limply, blood seeping from the twisted and cracked metal of his armor—the result of blocking a heavy blow from a level one Bloodthirsty Demon with his shield.

He was holding a badly worn half-sword upside down in his right arm. The tip of the sword had disappeared, leaving only the blade. It was now stuck on a twisted dark green vine, having completely severed the head of a demonized water serpent.

"Those still alive, give us your numbers!" Roach said. He was in much better condition than the others. After all, as a spellcaster or half a spellcaster, he was naturally heavily protected, especially now that he didn't have any magic armor.

"I'm still alive~" Leslie struggled to raise her hand. She was half-lying on the ground, supporting herself with her elbows. There were several bloody marks on her calves and waist. "Aww~" Vilandera suddenly fell from the sky, folding her dragon wings. Her body was covered with black corrosion marks and bloodstains, but her mental state was still okay.

One of the adventurers had died—the novice swordsman. The herbalist was examining his body and collecting his belongings; according to adventurers' custom, half went to his companions and half to his family. The herbalist took two small silver coins from his pocket and placed them, portraits facing up, on the deceased's eyelids.

"The Archipelago people?" the mystic scholar asked, clutching the wound on his side. The herbalist nodded slightly. In the Archipelago people's belief, after death, a ferryman would carry the soul to the "Sea of ​​Death" at the end of the sea to receive the final judgment.

On the Sea of ​​Death, there are towering white icebergs. Whenever a newborn dies, the souls that refuse to die will dwell on them and roar at the newly deceased. Therefore, according to the customs of the islanders, three things are placed on the body of the dead.

These are two coins covering the eyes, to be used after death to bribe the soul guide and avoid being left stranded at sea without a resting place; a silver-plated dagger or knife, to respond to the threats and curses of the deceased; and a pot of wine, to forget the regrets and pain of life and avoid becoming a howling ghost on the ice.

The herbalist used a silver-plated dagger to pry open the wine bottle the deceased was carrying, poured half of it around the deceased, poured the other half into his palm and smeared it on the deceased's lips, then poured the rest into a metal wine jug and placed it in the deceased's bosom.

The simple ceremony ends there. If they have the means, the wealthier islanders will prepare more, such as rubbing sea salt on their palms and soles, so that the guide can recognize that he is a seaman from the islands, thus allowing him to reunite with his ancestors.

The islanders live on boats, and this funeral custom originates from the process of transporting the body of the deceased from the sea back to the island for burial. The silver coins covering the eyes actually represent that the deceased's companions have not embezzled his inheritance; the strong liquor poured on and around the body and the salt smeared on the body are for preservation; the silver dagger and knife are to ensure that the deceased is not truly dead and can pry open the simple coffin himself if he wakes up in the middle of the process.

Of course, whatever the initial purpose, the end result was the formation of this belief and custom, which every islander believed to be true.

"How old is he!?" The Thunderbird Knight sat on a broken piece of wood, removed his arm armor, revealing a bloody and mangled arm underneath, with bone fragments even piercing through the flesh. In a normal medieval era, or even in modern times, this person would be practically crippled, but in the magical world, it was just a normal serious injury.

"Just turned 20, poor little guy, he can only drink when he dies~" The barbarian took a swig of strong liquor and then threw the flask at the knight.

Are people from the islands not allowed to drink alcohol?

"Underage people are not allowed to drink alcohol because they live on ships, and underage boys can easily fall into the sea and die from drunkenness. Therefore, in their customs, minors are allowed to drink alcohol. Only after they are over twenty years old and have the approval of the 'captain' can they drink as a qualified sailor." The arcane scholar explained the customs of the archipelago to the knight.

"Therefore, alcohol is considered a privilege of adult men in the archipelago. The worst insult they can hurl is that the other person is a kid who doesn't even smell of alcohol. In that area, only children, eunuchs, and good-for-nothings who are not recognized by the captains would not smell of alcohol."

“It sounds weird.” Roach shrugged. There are similar rules and customs on Earth, but they come from many different ethnic groups at different times. So, this kind of mixed-up thing sounds weird at first glance. However, when you think about this other world, it doesn’t feel wrong.

"How is Ms. Livia?" "She's exhausted from her magic, but she'll be fine after a good night's sleep," Old Ma, her "familiar," told the others to put their minds at ease. He didn't mind if these guys had any bad intentions because Livia, their main combatant, had fallen—after all, it wouldn't be convenient to kill her now, and the young lady would cause him trouble when she woke up.

However, if the other party had malicious intentions, he could easily kill them without any problem, and the young lady wouldn't say anything. In fact, Old Ma was looking forward to these guys doing something bad, but his expectations were ultimately dashed.

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My fingers have ulcers and inflammation due to a fungal infection, not fungal lung, what are you guys thinking!?