Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne looked at the six people and spoke.

"The gods will surely be pleased to judge them."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

"It's a pity there's no gallows here. If there were, it would be much more convenient."

Upon hearing this, the six men trembled even more violently.

"Father! Father, spare me!"

"We were wrong! We'll never do it again!"

"It was Moss! Moss forced us to do it!"

"Please! Please let us go!"

Cries for mercy rose and fell, and some people began to kowtow, their foreheads hitting the muddy ground with loud thuds.

Wayne ignored them.

He took a step forward.

Marco suddenly spoke.

"Master Father."

Wayne looked at him.

Marco dismounted and walked up to Wayne. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his gaze falling on the six struggling men.

"Don't get your hands dirty," he said. "Leave this to me."

Wayne looked at him.

Marco's face was expressionless, but something moved in his eyes. It wasn't excitement, nor cruelty, but a kind of...familiarity.

It felt like I'd finally gotten to do what I was supposed to do.

Wayne nodded.

"Go."

Marco drew his sword.

The blade wasn't long, but it was thick, and the edge gleamed coldly in the firelight. He gripped the hilt tightly and walked towards the first person held down by the undead.

He was a middle-aged man, his face covered in tears of fear.

"No, please... I have children... I have a wife..."

Marco didn't say anything.

He walked up to the man and raised his knife.

Knife up and down.

Heads fell to the ground.

Blood spurted out, splattering onto Marco's old leather armor and his face. He didn't flinch or wipe it away; he simply turned and walked toward the second man.

……

Soon after, six corpses lay in pools of blood.

Marco returned, knife in hand, and stood before Wayne. His old leather armor was covered in blood, as was his face; only his eyes remained clean.

"Father, it's all done."

Wayne nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Marco shook his head.

"It's not hard work."

In such a world, without the tempering of blood and fire, the lower classes will forever live in chaotic ignorance. They sacrifice living people not because they are inherently evil, but because they are afraid. They follow Moss not because they trust him, but because they don't know who else they can trust.

Fear is the root of ignorance.

Blood is the only thing that can burn this thing.

Lillian suddenly smiled.

At this moment, Wayne's charm increased significantly.

She leaned close to Emma's ear and whispered.

"Your master is indeed no ordinary priest."

Emma blinked.

"Of course!"

Wayne turned around, his gaze falling on the trembling villagers: "The death of these six people does not absolve you of your sins."

No one in the crowd dared to look up.

Wayne continued.

"None of you are uninvolved in this sacrifice. You either tied the offerings yourself or watched them being tied. You either carried the offerings or lit the torches. You either offered suggestions or joined in the chanting of 'Good!'"

The village chief kowtowed to the ground, not daring to lift his head.

"Father...we...we confess our sins..."

At that moment, the panel popped up.

Warcraft is coming!

Name: Mountain King Snake

[Strength: Tier 3 Magical Beast]

[Size: Approximately ten meters long and as thick as a water bucket]

[Habits: With hibernation approaching, it needs to eat large amounts to store fat. In the past, the living people sacrificed were those it willingly descended the mountain to eat, not those "offered" by the villagers. Moss's so-called "communication with the mountain god" was simply delivering the offerings to the designated location before the monster descended the mountain.]

[Note: It has already smelled blood. It's coming this way. One minute at most.]

After looking at the panel, Wayne looked up, his gaze sweeping over the trembling villagers before finally settling on Vera.

The girl stood leaning against Ella and Emma, ​​her face pale. She hadn't eaten for three days, and being able to stand was already her limit.

He walked over.

"hand."

Vera paused for a moment, then held out her hand.

Wayne grasped it.

The water element begins to circulate.

The warmth seeped into her palm and traveled down her skin. Vera shuddered; her chapped lips slowly healed, and the weakness from three days without food began to subside.

She looked up at Wayne.

The collar of the black robe revealed a sliver of skin on her neck, and her collarbone was faintly visible in the shadows.

Vera blushed.

My heart is racing.

The water element suddenly went out of control.

The initially calming reassurance transformed into something warm, spreading throughout her body via her bloodstream. Vera's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed, but Ella and Emma supported her on either side.

"Sister, your face is so red!"

"Does he have a fever?"

Vera lowered her head, not daring to look at Wayne.

Wayne released his grip.

The panel pops up.

Vera

[Current Status: Treatment complete, stamina restored.]

[Note: She was looking at your face just now, and a thought flashed through her mind: So this is what priests are like.]

[Note 2: The treatment effect has exceeded expectations. She is no longer hungry or weak; the weakness in her legs is due to something else.]

[Note 3: Water magic overflow event +1.]

Wayne looked away.

Turn to Marco and Mayfair.

"Get ready."

Marco's hand rested on the hilt of the knife.

"Father, what's going on?"

Wayne looked out into the darkness beyond the village.

"The real culprit has arrived."

Mayfair looked up.

She closed her eyes, then opened them two breaths later.

"Something's approaching." Her voice was flat. "Living, very large, and carrying a strong aura of death. In a quarter of an hour at most."

The crowd began to stir again.

"It's the mountain god! The mountain god has arrived!"

"We're doomed! The mountain god is coming for revenge!"

"Run! Run!"

Some people started running backwards, but after only a few steps they tripped over the corpses on the ground, got up and continued running.

Wayne didn't move.

"Quiet."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone heard it.

The crowd remained in place.

Emma took a step forward, her dark eyes shining.

"Master, let me go!"

Ella stepped forward, standing next to her sister.

"I'm going too!"

Wayne looked down at them.

"go back."

Emma was stunned.

"But……"

"Children should stay in the back."

Emma straightened her chest.

"We're not young anymore!"

Ella nodded beside her.

"Yes, he's not young anymore."

Wayne looked at them.

He had indeed gained some weight since he first arrived, and his chest was more defined. But in his eyes, he still lacked a certain presence.

"go back."

Emma wanted to say something, but Ella stopped her. Ella shook her head at her sister, and Emma pouted, swallowing her words.

"Be careful, Master," Ella said.

Wayne nodded.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar.

The black priest's robe slipped off and fell to the ground.

The firelight danced on his body.

Strong muscles, well-defined shoulders and back, a firm waist and abdomen, and crisscrossing old scars, some knife wounds, some claw marks, and some whose origins are unclear.

Someone in the crowd gasped.

Lillian's eyes lit up.

Wow.

Emma's mouth dropped open.

Wayne stretched his shoulders.

For three years as a priest, he needed to work in Audrey, but he spent most of his time in the countryside. Poor and remote areas breed unruly people; without real skills, he wouldn't have survived this long.

All of this was thanks to his strange water magic and the recipe on the panel.