Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

While Wayne was researching the potion recipe.

Thomas pushed open the low gate to the backyard of the church, carrying a large bag in his hands, and walked much faster than usual.

"Your Excellency, I have bought all the medicine you requested."

This is what Wayne arranged for Thomas this morning.

Thomas placed the bundle on the stone table in the courtyard, wiped his sweat, and smiled.

Wayne walked over, untied the bundle, and took a look. Moonlight Grass, Frost Scale Powder, Ice Crystal Spring Water, and several other dried herbs with common names were all there, and their quality was decent.

He nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

He took out three silver coins from his pocket and handed them over.

Thomas paused for a moment, looked down at the three silver coins, and then looked up at Wayne.

"My lord, this..."

"Take this as a delivery fee," Wayne said.

Thomas was still very happy; he had worked as a doorman at the church for three years without ever taking a penny for running errands.

The previous bishops were lucky if they could get a "thank you" when they asked him to do something; no one ever paid them.

Thomas nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, sir! Please feel free to ask if you need anything in the future!"

Wayne waved his hand, and Thomas turned and left, his steps even lighter than when he arrived.

The courtyard fell silent.

Wayne took out the medicinal herbs one by one and placed them on the stone table. Five Dragon Blood Vine stalks had already been processed; the dried vines had been softened by soaking them in water and were now lying in a wooden basin, their dark red veins clearer than before.

Emma poked her head out of the house.

"Master, do you need help?"

Wayne glanced at her.

"You can come and take a look."

Emma immediately ran out, followed by Ella. The two girls stood by the stone table, staring curiously at the medicinal herbs on it.

Wayne began preparing the medication.

Moonflower powder was ground, frost scale powder was sifted, and icy spring water was added in proportion. Several auxiliary medicines were added in sequence. The movements were neither hurried nor slow, and each step was steady.

Emma handed him something, her eyes shining.

"Master, what kind of medicine is this?"

"Dragon's Blood Elixir".

"What's it for?"

"To improve physical health."

Emma blinked.

"Like the kind you gave us to drink last time?"

"It's different," Wayne said.

"That's awakening, this is a warrior's potion."

Emma tilted her head, her dark eyes filled with confusion.

"Master, aren't you a priest? Shouldn't priests learn that kind of holy magic? Why are you becoming a warrior?"

Wayne's hands didn't stop moving; he sifted moonflower powder from his fingertips and sprinkled it evenly into the container.

"What, can't a priest be a soldier?"

Emma blinked.

"But...but aren't priests the kind who chant prayers, offer prayers, and heal people?"

Wayne's lips curled up slightly.

"Who told you that?"

Emma thought about it.

"Nobody told me, I just figured it out myself."

Ella chimed in quietly from the side.

"I once saw a man in a black robe at another slave market. The people there said he was a priest. All he did was chant prayers, and then he left."

Wayne poured the frost-scaled grass in his hand in and stirred it gently.

“There are many priests who chant prayers,” he said, “but the priests who survived were not just those who chanted prayers.”

Emma nodded, seemingly understanding.

Wayne added the last few auxiliary ingredients one by one, and the transparent liquid began to change color, from light white to pale red, then from pale red to dark red, and finally settled on dark red, like congealed blood.

almost.

He scooped the softened dragon's blood vine from the wooden basin, squeezed it hard, and the dark red sap dripped into the container. One drop, two drops, three drops. With each drop, the liquid in the container churned violently, like boiling water.

After five drops, the rolling stopped.

The liquid returned to calm, its color becoming slightly darker than before, with a faint sheen on its surface.

The Dragon Blood Elixir is complete.

Wayne put down the container and turned to the bathtub that had been prepared. The tub was half-filled with water, which he had just poured in with water magic.

He picked up the container and slowly poured the potion into it.

The dark red liquid dispersed upon contact with water, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, spreading rapidly. After a few breaths, the entire bucket of water turned pale red, with a faint, shimmering light floating on its surface.

Emma leaned closer and stared at the water in the bucket.

"So red."

Ella stood beside her and whispered.

"Like...like blood."

Wayne didn't say anything.

He raised his hand and placed it on the rim of the bucket.

The water element begins to circulate.

The pale red color in the bucket began to change, becoming deeper and more intense. The luster that had been floating on the surface sank and dissolved into the water, turning into countless tiny specks of light that floated in the water.

With the amplification of water magic, the potency of this bucket of dragon blood potion increased four or five times. In the end, the entire bucket of water turned deep red, like a large bucket of thick red wine.

Emma swallowed hard.

"Master, this...this is really for taking a bath?"

Wayne glanced at her.

"What, you guys want to join in too?"

Emma paused for a moment.

Ella's face flushed red.

"Master! What are you saying?!"

Emma reacted a little faster than her sister. She blinked, looked down at herself, then at the bucket of dark red water, and her face began to flush.

"Soaking in the water with Master...that, that's not..."

She didn't continue.

But her face was already bright red.

Wayne's lips curled up slightly.

Just kidding.

He straightened up and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"This is a body-tempering potion for warriors, not suitable for you. Get out, I'm going to soak in it."

Ella held her sister's hand and walked out with her head down.

As Emma reached the door, she suddenly turned back.

"Owner!"

Wayne looked at her.

Emma's face was still flushed, but her eyes were bright.

"Next time...next time if it's that...that medicine that makes us taste better, can we make it together with Master?"

Ella, standing nearby, grew anxious.

"Emma!"

Wayne paused for a moment, then laughed.

We'll see when the time comes.

The door closed.

The sound of two girls whispering could be heard coming from the courtyard.

"Why is your face so red, sister?"

"You still dare to talk! What did you just say?!"

"I...I was just asking..."

"How could you ask such a thing!"

"Why can't we ask? Master is so good to us, shouldn't we..."

"Should be what?"

Emma didn't answer, and the footsteps faded into the distance.

Wayne shook his head and looked away.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned his robe.

The black priest's robe fell to the ground.

He stepped into the bathtub and sank into the deep red water.

First breath.

I didn't feel anything.

Second breath.

I still don't feel anything.

The third breath.

coming.

Every inch of skin, every pore, was branded with a hot iron at the same time. The burning sensation penetrated from the epidermis, into the flesh, into the bone, and into the blood.

Wayne clenched his teeth.

Oh shit.

Why does it hurt so much?

It's like someone is peeling his skin, layer by layer, until the skin is peeled off and the meat is cooked, then the bones are cooked. It's not peeling and then cooking, it's all happening simultaneously.

Wien's forehead began to sweat.

His breathing began to become labored.

All the muscles in my body were taut.

He could feel his bones changing, the old ones being scraped away, and new ones growing. Pain was the price of this transition.

Every breath feels like a year.

The pain, which seemed to emanate from the depths of his bone marrow, caused him to let out a low growl.

But he can't stop.

Once you stop, all the pain you endured will have been for nothing.

What kind of place is Frost Town? To survive in a place like this, you need to have the skills to survive.

His water magic is useless against people. The only thing he can rely on to survive is this body.

I don't know how much time passed.

Wayne felt like he was about to faint.

The pain finally began to subside.

Wayne opened his eyes.

The water in the bucket is becoming diluted.

He stood up from the bucket.

When you clench your fist, power surges through your veins, like a wild beast just released from its cage. You throw a punch forward, and a burst of energy rushes out.

It's battle aura!

Unexpectedly, he honed his fighting spirit.

He obtained the ticket to become a fourth-tier warrior.