Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Just as everyone was chatting, Thomason ran in.

"My lord! My lord! Big news!"

Wayne put down the milk bowl.

"What news?"

"An elf! Someone found an elf over at the graveyard!" Thomason's voice rose a half-octave. "Alive! And invisible at that! It's being auctioned off in the central square right now! The whole town is there!"

The bowl in Wayne's hand stopped in mid-air.

Elf.

Cemetery.

Stealth.

His lips twitched slightly.

A bad feeling began to form in my mind.

"Let's go take a look."

Thomason was taken aback.

"Sir, are you interested as well?"

"Yes, I'm very interested."

Wayne walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway, where Mayfair was leaning against the wall talking to Kasha. Seeing his expression, she fell silent.

"What's wrong?"

"It's alright," Wayne said.

"You all stay in the church, I'm going out for a bit."

"I'll go with you."

Kasha took a step forward.

"No need," Wayne replied.

Kasha stopped and retreated to Mayfair's side.

The two little ones chased after each other to the door.

"Master! I'm going too!"

"no."

Why?

"Children shouldn't watch this."

Wayne strode out of the church.

Thomason jogged after him, tying his shoelaces as he ran.

"Sir, please slow down, I can't keep up."

Wayne slowed down by half a step.

When did the auction start?

"About half an hour ago," Thomason said, "I heard it was a hunter who went to the graveyard before dawn to set traps, hoping to catch a few rabbits. He didn't catch any rabbits, but he kicked something in the grass. It was soft and made a sound. He looked down, but there was nothing there. He reached out and touched it, and he touched a person."

He paused.

"The hunter was terrified on the spot. But after calming down, he thought about it and realized, invisibility, isn't that an elf? The kind from legends. So he carried the man back, and now he's in the square, asking for 500 gold Vayne shields, and will sell to whoever offers the highest price."

The panel popped up at this point.

Frosttown, Central Square, Wilford

[Wilford's current status: being auctioned off as an elf. He is currently naked, lying on his side on a straw mat in the center of the square, his hands bound behind his back with hemp rope, and his ankles also tied. His mouth is stuffed with a rag, which the hunter Derek tore from his own apron, and it still smells of lard.]

He woke up. Earlier than expected. The invisibility potion was wearing off, and his body was gradually becoming visible, starting from his feet and now up to his knees. He was expected to be fully visible in another fifteen minutes.

[Note: Wilford's feelings at this moment had transcended shame and entered a philosophical state of calm. He was pondering a question: Did the goddess have a problem with him? Why could the same absurd thing happen three times within twenty-four hours to the same person?]

The crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger.

The news spread faster than a plague; some people came all the way from the south end of town just to see it, while others arrived without even having breakfast. The woman selling pancakes had already set up her stall at the edge of the square, and business was three times better than usual.

The central square was already surrounded by several layers of people.

Wayne squeezed through the crowd and immediately spotted the wooden stake in the center of the square.

A person was tied to a wooden stake.

No, it's not a "person".

It is a transparent outline.

A pair of fair feet were also visible.

No one knows who started the rumor, but the onlookers flocked to kiss those fair feet. They'd heard that doing so would bring the protection of the fairies.

What left Wayne speechless was...

Some people even stuck out their tongues.

The panel reappeared.

[Math problem: Calculate the area of ​​Wilford Rothschild's psychological trauma.]

Some people drew the Holy Symbol on their chests, some closed their eyes and muttered incantations, and some stood up after licking their lips, their faces showing an expression as if they had just received Holy Communion.

"How are you feeling?" someone asked from the side.

"Much better!" The person who licked it gave a thumbs up. "My headache disappeared after just one lick!"

"Really?"

"Why don't you try it and you'll see!"

Another person knelt down.

Wayne closed his eyes.

He silently recited Chapter 3 of the Holy Scripture: "All fools do foolish things."

After he finished reading, he opened his eyes.

Wilford's feet were already up to his ankles.

Those still in line were completely unaware.

Derek the hunter stood beside the stake, arms crossed, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his expression calm.

But I was secretly overjoyed.

He originally thought he'd be lucky to sell 500 gold Vayne shields, but now, judging by the situation, 500? 500 is the starting price. Just from the "personal fee" of two copper coins per person, he's already collected almost 200 copper coins.

This doesn't even include the money from the auction.

He did the math in his head: two hundred copper coins, two silver coins, or 0.002 Venn Shields. Wait, he'd miscalculated. Two copper coins per person, two hundred people would be four hundred copper coins, four hundred copper coins would be four silver coins, and four silver coins would be…

He's not very good at math.

But he knew this deal wouldn't be a loss.

Moreover, Derek was very clever; before even bringing the "elf" to the central square, he had already licked each of his toes.

"Come on, come on, don't push, line up!" Derek spat out the hay in his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "An elf's foot, a lick and you'll be safe! Only two copper coins! Two copper coins and you won't lose out, two copper coins and you won't be cheated! Two copper coins, and the goddess will bless your whole family!"

The crowd surged forward again.

Wayne stood at the back of the crowd, silent for a long time.

Wayne took a deep breath and squeezed through the back of the crowd.

"Make way, make way."

Someone turned around, saw it was him, and paused for a moment.

"Your Majesty Bishop?"

"Um."

"Are you here to lick the elves too?"

Wayne paused for a moment.

"no."

"So you've come here to...?"

"They've come looking for Derek the Hunter."

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Wayne walked to the wooden stake, squatted down, and looked at the "elf feet" that had already extended to the calves.

Wilford's toes twitched.

He was trembling.

Soon, Derek was led by Wayne and Thomason to a quiet corner, leaving his son to guard the scene.

"Your Excellency!" Derek approached Wayne with a beaming smile. "You've come to see the elves too?"

Wayne looked at him.

"Is that an elf?"

"Of course!" Derek patted his chest. "Look at his skin, as white as milk; look at his feet, softer than my wife's hands; look at his..." He paused, "Although we can only see his feet now, in my years of experience, this is definitely an elf, no doubt about it!"

Wayne nodded.

Have you ever seen an elf?

Derek's smile froze for a moment.

"No...no, that's not the case."

"Then how do you know it's an elf?"

Derek blinked.

"Isn't this...isn't it obvious? Invisibility! The elves' signature skill!"

Wayne nodded again.

"Elves can indeed become invisible, but not everything that can become invisible is an elf."

Derek's smile began to falter.

"Then... what else could it be?"

The panel popped up at that moment.

[Derek's Current Status]

[Status: His confidence is wavering, but he won't admit he's wrong. Reason: Admitting a mistake means getting his money back, and getting his money back is worse than death. He'd rather sell the "elf" and run away that very night than give back the coins he's already got.]

[Note: He was pondering a question. If this wasn't an elf, then what was it? After a couple of breaths, he gave up on the idea. Whatever it was, as long as it could be sold for money, it was a good thing.]

Wayne leaned close to Derek's ear and whispered.

"The goddess told me that it was Mayor Wilford."

Derek's pupils contracted sharply.

He froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning. His lips trembled twice, and the color drained from his cheeks to his neck, and then from his neck to his chest.

"Town...town mayor?"

"Um."

"Are...are you sure?"

"The goddess said it herself."

Derek's face turned from white to blue, then from blue to green. He turned around, bent over, braced himself against the wall with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other.

"vomit……"

He threw up everything he ate that morning.