Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne slept very well yesterday.

Before going to sleep, Emily brought Tiffany and Hilda over separately, and Wayne had two in-depth discussions with them about the future. The reason for two discussions was that each had a different focus.

The first thing Wayne saw when he woke up was the control panel.

[Overnight Status Review and Report]

Last night before going to sleep, you had two in-depth and constructive meetings with Tiffany and Hilda regarding "future development plans." The meetings took place in your room. Both meetings were mutually agreeable.

[Tiffany - Status: Asleep. She appears peaceful, her breathing is deep and even, and occasionally, when she turns over, her lips twitch slightly, as if she's dreaming of something comforting.]

[Hilda's Status: Just fell asleep. She's curled up in the blankets, only a small tuft of white hair showing, like a little animal that's run out of battery.]

[Note: The meeting progressed smoothly from discussion to concrete action, and the fact that they couldn't utter a complete sentence is significant. In a sense, they ended over twenty years of self-planning and officially entered a new stage of understanding.]

Wayne had just finished washing up when Alice came in with a glass of warm milk. She placed the milk on Wayne's table and sat down naturally beside him.

"Brother, you're awake? How did you feel after your rest?"

"not bad."

Alice nodded and handed the milk to Wayne.

Wayne took the cup and took a sip.

Just as he was about to ask Alice how the framework for the Chamber of Commerce was being prepared, Alice suddenly hissed and gasped. There was a faint scratch on her index finger that she didn't know had appeared before.

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Wayne and added eagerly, "Brother, can't your water magic heal wounds? Why don't you heal me? I'd like to experience what your water magic is all about."

Without thinking much, Wayne put down his milk glass and extended his right hand. A soft white light shone in his palm—holy light, not water magic.

The healing effect of the holy light was equally impressive. The white light covered the wound on Alice's fingertip, and the shallow scratch healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye, without leaving a trace.

Wayne withdrew his hand: "Alright."

Alice looked down at her finger, which was now completely unharmed, and then looked up at Wayne.

"Hey? Bro, don't you use water magic?"

"Holy Light magic is the same."

"I see..." Alice's tone revealed a hint of disappointment.

Although Wayne knew what was going on, he pretended not to know and asked, "What's wrong?"

Alice snapped out of her reverie and quickly shook her head: "...It's nothing, brother. I just think...the Holy Light is pretty good too."

After she finished speaking, she quickly adjusted her expression, as if she had completely forgotten her disappointment, and adopted a tone of self-satisfaction.

"By the way, brother, I registered the chamber of commerce yesterday afternoon. The process went more smoothly than I expected. As long as the documents are complete and the connections are in place, the business registration office in the capital can issue the certificate on the same day. Now all that's left is to register the name of the chamber of commerce."

As she spoke, she pulled a stamped registration document from her file bag, unfolded it in front of Wayne, and pointed her finger at the blank space in the "Chamber of Commerce Name" column.

"Brother, what should we name the chamber of commerce? Have you decided yet?"

Without giving it much thought, Wayne's gaze lingered on Alice's face for a moment: "Let's call the guild the Alice Guild!"

Alice paused for a moment.

She looked up, a hint of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes: "...Brother, you named it after me?"

"Yes. From now on, the Chamber of Commerce will mainly be managed by you, and it's perfectly reasonable to use your name."

Alice's fingers tightened slightly as she held the registration document, then she smiled brightly. "Alright. Let's call it the Alice Chamber of Commerce."

She carefully put away the registration documents.

Wayne didn't linger on the topic and reached into his waistband to unfasten a storage bag.

The bag looked unremarkable, dusty and with a few scratches on the surface, clearly indicating that it had been used for quite some time.

He placed the storage bag on the table and pushed it in front of Alice.

Alice looked puzzled. "Brother, what's this?"

"This contains the potions I've collected over the years."

"They range from Tier 1 to Tier 4, and there are quite a few of them. I've roughly estimated that the total value should be around 100,000 gold coins."

Alice's pupils dilated slightly.

One hundred thousand gold coins. For the Angus family, this amount was equivalent to the entire Marquis's manor's income for the past four or five years. And this huge sum of money was contained in the dusty storage bag in front of him.

As if ignoring her shocked expression, Wayne continued, "Each bottle of potion has a label indicating its grade, type, and dosage instructions. You can have someone sort them out and put them directly on the merchant guild's shelves for sale. The relationship between grade and price should be determined according to the market conditions in the capital's potion market; there's no need to deliberately lower prices or inflate them."

Alice picked up the storage bag and carefully weighed it in her hand. The bag was very light, about the same weight as an ordinary purse, but she knew that it contained all the wealth her brother had painstakingly accumulated in the harsh borderlands.

She nodded solemnly to Wayne: "Brother, don't worry, I will make the most of these potions. I will not waste a single bit of your effort."

Wayne nodded and instructed, "Keep a close eye on the Chamber of Commerce. Don't rush into expansion at the beginning; focus on establishing a firm foothold and building your reputation first. Once your cash flow is stable, then consider expansion. If you have any questions about procuring medicinal herbs, finding suppliers, or recruiting staff, feel free to ask me."

"Understood, brother."

After finishing his business with the Chamber of Commerce, Wayne planned to visit the Black Order. As he passed the main hall, he saw his reflection in the mirror.

Hmm, he's gotten even more handsome.

The panel quietly appeared at that moment.

[Wayne Angus - Current Status Log]

[Rank: Late Stage of Fourth-Order Body Cultivation]

[Assets: A stockpile of potions (already transferred to Alice Merchant Guild), a certain amount of gold coins, a salary from the Black Order's management, and a certain amount of implicit resources derived from his status as the eldest son of a marquis.]

[Short-term goals: Stabilize the late-stage fourth-tier realm and prepare the resources needed for the fifth-tier breakthrough; complete the reorganization of the Black Order and establish a covert underground intelligence network; relying on the Alice Merchant Guild, gradually gather the remaining forces of the Witch Cult in the capital and surrounding areas.]

[Long-term goal: Before the arrival of the Millennium Purple Sun, possess a high-level combat force capable of dealing with the chaos of the world, a complete underground network covering intelligence, supplies, and personnel deployment, and sufficient resources for self-defense.]

Wayne glanced at the panel and uttered a sound of surprise.

This panel is interesting.