You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 251 Dialogue between Witches
The 12 witches are Shasta the Nightmare, Margaret the Blood, Edith the Mind Reader, Gwen the Parryer, Monica the Void, Charlu the Beast, Rosa the Healer, Mabel the Flame, Brenna the Swift, Lucia the Dark, Zelda the Fighter, and Saya the Unyielding.

Everyone possesses unique skills and special techniques!

His combat prowess was astonishing!
Margaret was pleasantly surprised!

They've passed the interview for now, but there's still an internship period to go, so we'll observe their progress further.

Roman felt that these witches were all seasoned veterans, very slick and slippery.

He thought of the captured mercenaries.

The mercenaries from the muddy swamp are far more powerful than ordinary conscripts, and their equipment is also quite sophisticated.

Gale spent a lot of money to hire three thousand mercenaries.

But Roman only managed to win over half of them.

After clearing the battlefield, it was found that only about four hundred mercenaries had died in battle, which means that a full thousand mercenaries had fled against the odds.

Most veterans are like this.

They possess formidable combat capabilities and enhanced battlefield survivability.

Of course, only a few witches would give him this feeling.

Older people have experienced more, lived longer, and become more detached from worldly affairs, sometimes even becoming somewhat carefree.

The witches ranged in age from their forties and fifties to their twenties and thirties, with the youngest being only seventeen.

Perhaps because they are powerful, the witches do not look old. Their tattered clothes resemble court attire, suggesting they may have had good times in the past.

After conducting a basic assessment of their abilities, Roman arranged accommodations for them and sent them off to sort things out.

Take a shower and change into new clothes.

……

He did not build bathhouses on a large scale.

There's not enough manpower and energy; just boiling water is quite troublesome.

However, there are bathhouses in the Origin Manor, which are always equipped with charcoal and iron pots.

The maids had boiled water in advance and brought over several large bath tubs and benches.

But with a dozen or so people coming in, it still felt a bit crowded.

"Hey, there's soap too!" Monica quickly grabbed two bars.

“There is no shortage of soap,” the maid said cautiously.

"Here, Edith, I got this especially for you." Monica handed one to Edith, who rolled her eyes. "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome!" she replied.

The maids placed towels and bath towels in the wooden tub and then left, clearly not wanting to be with these strange witches.

"That kid is pretty generous."

"I say you should still have some respect for him; that guy doesn't seem easy to fool."

Edith, what do you think?

Edith scooped up a ladle of hot water and poured it over her head, letting it flow over her entire body, and immediately let out a comfortable groan.

"Oh dear, in such a short time, all I know is that he thinks we're idiots. How am I supposed to see that?"

Monica interjected, "If we could take a nice hot bath every day, we'd be happy to be an idiot, even if we were, to avoid all the troubles."

"That's all the ambition you have."

"Oh right, our Gwen has lofty ambitions. If she's so capable, why doesn't she take hot baths?"

"I don't want to wash it. Come on, Rosa, you wash my hair for me."

"All you do is order Rosa around! Aren't you afraid that our little Rosa will strangle you to death in the middle of the night, you bastard! I can't stand it anymore! Rosa, don't listen to her, come and scrub my back, I want to take a bath."

"Edith! You son of a bitch! You jumped into the bathtub without even scrubbing yourself clean! You're such a bastard! The water's all filthy! How are we supposed to wash now?!"

"Don't push, don't push! There are plenty of bath tubs, please use other tubs!"

"Ah~~ That feels so good!" someone suddenly said. "What if he changes his mind?"

"Yes, what if he can't handle the pressure? Besides, it's just a verbal agreement, so it's not very binding."

"They finally found a place to stay, and now they're just kicking us out."

"Shasta, think of something quickly."

Shasta, who was washing Margaret's hair, twitched his eyelids. "Just don't mess with him."

"So how do you know when to avoid provoking him?"

"Stop pretending! I'm warning you, this isn't a witch's grove, and there's no prophet to spare you. Being kicked out is one thing, but if someone breaks the rules and does something wrong, don't expect the other sisters to save her."

"How do we know he's really that good, helping the witch for no reason just to get our help? That would be really strange. Let's not even talk about whether I believe it or not, just ask yourselves, do you believe it?" Gwen sneered.

“I think Gwen is right, he must be after something,” the other witches chimed in.

Shasta was too lazy to talk to these suspicious sisters.

When she saw Margaret get up, she lay there too, letting Margaret's fingers run through her hair.

Taking a shower gives me a feeling of cleanliness.

For weary travelers, that cleanliness is even more apparent.

She felt a long-lost sense of peace.

If I had to describe it, only "wonderful" would suffice.

No need to worry about the future, no need to fret about the past, and no need to be afraid to light a campfire in the middle of the night.

Instead, you can openly take off your clothes and let warm water moisturize your body and hair, without having to tense up your muscles.

"I can relax now," she told herself.

In this era, bathing meant a time of leisure and comfort, something she could no longer experience after the collapse of the Witch Forest.

The only downside is that the flies around my ears still haven't disappeared.

"Shasta! Shasta! Say something!"

"Hey, do you guys think he's in Tuschasta?"

"possible!"

"Probably!"

"When did Shasta find a lover?"

The teasing grew louder and louder, and even the young women who couldn't get a word in edgewise, who were usually quiet and couldn't keep up with the pace of the conversation, started looking over.

She had to prove her innocence: "That's not true!"

"See! I told you so! She refuted it."

"The evidence is conclusive!"

"There is adultery!"

"What illicit affair! It's clearly love! Lord Thunder can rest in peace now."

"How about we clean Shasta and send it over?"

She opened her eyes and saw many hands reaching out to her. She roared angrily, "Can't you guys behave yourselves?! You don't trust him, but you trust me?!"

She was usually aloof, but at this moment she truly couldn't stand these idiots anymore. She couldn't help but burst out, "Edith is happily soaking in her bath! If anything were to happen, she'd be the first to run away! It's none of your business!"

Edith, with her neck and below submerged in warm water, leaned against the edge of the tub, not moving at all, and lazily said, "Monica is right. Being treated like an idiot isn't such a bad thing. At least you don't have to worry about anything."

After a period of chaos, the bathroom fell silent again.

“I’m telling you, Shasta, I’m serious. Why don’t you give it a try? You have to pay a price. Those guys treat witches like filthy things. We’re not like the Prophet and Lord Thunder, we didn’t experience the Iron Age and we don’t know what it’s like for witches to be respected. But we sacrificed so many people to create that kind of environment, and now we’ve failed. It’s hopeless for us… It’s not easy to find a nobleman who treats witches like human beings…”

The older witch spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly, growing fainter and fainter in the air until it disappeared completely, leaving the surroundings deathly silent.

Cardin, please update more tomorrow.

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