The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 6: Training (Part I)

In the garden behind the castle stands a single hut, surrounded by a wooden fence.

The cottage was built of clay bricks and the soil was filled with loess, a mixture of sand, mud and clay.

There was also a pond in front of the hut with a circumference of approximately nine and a half meters and with a pond filled with the appropriate amount of river water, the, this environment is not only difficult to burn but also has a certain manufacturing feel, it seems to be taken directly from the dream.

Piled on the ground were several iron rods, these were from the blacksmith and were placed there by

Carpenter.

The pool was so charming, Roland instantly liked this place, but for the laboratory, this place was still too raw.

Roland shook his head, realizing that using some random materials and making them build a perfect lab was impossible.

If he could find a suitable place in the future and gather all the resources, he would gain

Barov to start making it into a workshop.

Calling Anna, who had been resting in the cottage, Roland asked, "How are you? Did you sleep well?"

Seeing the confused Anna that appeared, Roland smiled.

The witch Roland saw now and the witch he saw yesterday looked like two completely different people.

After a thorough cleaning, her long light yellow hair covered her shoulders like a scarf and had a soft, lustrous shine.

Although his skin was unkempt due to his rough life as a commoner, his youth made up for it, and a hint of dust from the spots present at the base of his nose added youthful vitality to his face.

His body was still thin and it looked as if a strong wind could push him down,

but her cheeks with reddish and bruised colors and marks on her neck were far faded from yesterday. Roland suspected that the witches were receiving an increase in their physical abilities in addition to their magic.

At least Anna's recovery rate should be much faster than the average person. "Initially, since you experienced so many terrible things, you should be allowed to rest for a few days, but our current needs are very urgent, so I will compensate you later, so I will compensate you later,

Roland said before telling the girl to turn around in a circle.

"This dress, does it fit?"

Anna now wore the clothes she had carefully chosen from various styles, all to satisfy her lewd tastes.

The full protective clothing that the iron worker wore was too thick and unsuitable for him, while the robes that many magicians wore in the game looked elegant and classy, though, in real life they limit the mobility of the wearer and will soon turn to ashes.

. As for the maid dress, hey, are there any better clothes than this?

Even if this world did not have modern servant clothes yet it was no big deal, ordinary servant clothes were what the next generation was based on.

So Roland directly took out a set of clothes from Tyre and cut it into Anna's size, shortened the skirt, changed the long sleeves into short sleeves, made the round neck collar become folded and then tied it into a bow, making it a round neck collar, so that creates a new witch uniform.

It is matched with a magician hat (customized), black boots (ready), as well as a knee-length robe (booked).

In the past, the,

Roland could only see this type of costume in the movie, but at this moment, someone was standing in front of him, very similar to a witch of earth lore.

"Your Majesty, you.. What should I do for you?" ask Ana.

Anna really could not keep up with the idea of the great man in front of her, she felt she had lost her ability to judge the situation.

Dragged out of a dungeon with a bag over his head, he believes he will soon be freed from his cursed life.

But after removing the headgear, Anna found herself not looking at the gallows or the guillotine, but a magnificent room.

Then a group of people flooded in, undressed and bathed him. From the armpits to the toes, there is nothing left that is not polished.

Furthermore, it was the dressing room, Anna did not expect that she would need all these dresses to serve someone.

He also never knew that the actual clothes could be so comfortable, since it was gently placed on his body, it was possible to feel the slightest friction.

Finally, a white-bearded old man entered the room, and after he ordered everyone to come out, he had placed a contract in front of him.

At this moment Anna realized, the man who said he wanted to hire her in the basement was actually the 4th Prince of this kingdom.

The contract clearly stated that if he worked for the prince, he would be paid royal gold every month.

Of course, Anna knew what it meant to receive a month's gold empire, her father, who had worked in the mines all day, had a fee determined by the amount of ore she could mine, which she could mine, but the best catch he ever had was that it was only worth one silver kingdom.

A hundred silver nobles can be turned into gold royals, and even this depends on the purity of the silver nobility.

So, is it his job to accompany the prince while sleeping? While she was taking a bath, Anna heard the servants whispering, but she did not think she was worth this price.

With his blood stained by demons, he was a person filled with filthiness.

After he was revealed, everyone knew his true identity, even if the prince's curiosity drew so far, even if he wasn't afraid of the demons, he wouldn't have to pay for it at all.

That night, however, no one came, and he fell asleep quietly.

It was the softest bed

Anna had slept, so she just lay down and went straight to sleep.

The next day when he opened his eyes it was already noon, lunch was already served in his room, delivered bread with cheese and meat. Before, he was clearly ready to die.

He had even decided to willingly give up his life to atone for his "sins".

It was her original thought, but after tasting the sumptuous meal, Anna could not help it, tears began to flow.

Sauce and seasoning were mixed inside his mouth, a hint of spicy flavor mixed with sweetness, attacking, over and over, his taste...

Suddenly, he felt that the world was a little brighter.

Anna felt that if she could eat this food every day, then even if the demons attacked her body, she would have more courage to fight back, right?

Now standing in a garden that resembled this old temple, unlike her prison cell, Anna secretly made up her mind.

Since the other party needed it, so whether it was to wear strange clothes, or even use overwhelming demonic power, he was willing to give it a try.

So he repeated his question, but this time, he did not hesitate.

"Your Majesty, what do you need me for?"

"Right now, I want you to learn to control your own power, try it over and over again until you can send out your fire and receive it back freely"

"You mean the devil"

"No, no, Miss Anna,"

cut her Roland, she,

"this is your strength." The witch blinked her eyes, her big beautiful blue eyes.

"Most people in the world have the misconception that the powers of witches belong to the devil, that they are very evil, when in fact they are wrong,"

Roland bent his body and met his eyes with his own eyes at the same rate. "But you've thought about it, haven't you?"

Roland remembered Anna's laughter in the basement, would someone who felt they were evil be laughing with such self-deprecation?

"I don't use my power to hurt others, he murmured, "Unless the looter."

"Defending yourself is not a sin, you are doing the right thing.

People are afraid of you because they don't understand you, they just know that with witch training can be a powerful warrior, but they don't know how to be a witch.

The unknown power is always terrifying.

"You are not afraid, Anna said. Because I know your powers are yours,"

Roland laughed, though,

"but if that looter has incredible strength, I won't calmly stand in front of him."

"Well, let's start, let's start" he said.