Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

After the crowd dispersed, the church became quiet.

Thomason walked in through the side door, holding a crumpled roll of paper in his hand, and handed it to Wayne.

"Your Excellency, this is the person who has registered."

Wayne took it, unfolded it, and glanced at it.

There were seven or eight names written crookedly on the paper, the handwriting was messy, and some names had circles drawn after them, probably marks made by Thomason himself.

[Registration List]

Blacksmith Mag: Can do anything, very strong

Widow Lace: Cooking, washing clothes

Old John the Lame: Sweeping

Lisa: (circled after her)

Tom, the fisherman's son: errand boy

The list is fairly well-organized.

"Are they all staying?" Thomason asked.

Wayne's gaze lingered on the list for a moment.

"Keep them all here." Wayne handed the list back. "Try them out for a while, and keep the ones who are quick and efficient."

Thomason nodded, took the list, glanced at it following Wayne's gaze, and grinned.

"That Miss Lisa has arrived too."

Wayne also looked slightly puzzled.

"She isn't..."

"I heard they're leaving Tsui Ying Street." Thomason folded the list and tucked it into his sleeve. "I told the madam this morning, and she didn't stop me. She even gave her a severance payment. After so many years in this business, it's a good ending."

He paused, then added.

She said you gave her a new life.

Wayne didn't respond.

Before Thomason could say anything more, the sound of horses' hooves and wheels rolling over the stone steps came from the church entrance. Both looked up simultaneously; a carriage had stopped at the foot of the church steps.

The carriage was dark-colored, pulled by two tall, chestnut-colored horses with neatly combed manes and silver tack. The driver jumped down and opened the carriage door.

A dignified old man got out of the car.

He looked to be in his sixties, with gray hair, and you could tell at a glance that he must have been very handsome when he was young.

He got out of the car, stood at the bottom of the stone steps, looked up at the church facade, then at Wayne standing at the entrance, and took a few steps forward.

"Excuse me, is Bishop Wayne here?"

Wayne took a step forward.

"That's me."

The old man's gaze lingered on him for a moment, then he bent down and bowed.

"Your Excellency, I am Had, the mayor's steward. The mayor requests your presence at his residence."

Wayne looked at him.

"What is it?"

Had straightened up, his expression somewhat complicated.

"The young lady is ill, very ill. All the doctors in town have been seen, but they can't figure out what's wrong. The mayor has heard that Your Excellency the Bishop is a highly skilled physician and would like to ask you to take a look."

The panel popped up at this point.

[Name: Had]

[Position: Butler of the Town Mayor's Office]

[Actual age: 60]

[Past: In his youth, he was a stable boy for the mayor's family, later promoted to steward. In some stories, stable boys always have something going on with the mistress. Hard didn't disgrace the stable boy; he did indeed have a touching affair with his former mistress. Because of her sentimentality, the mayor's mother still visits him in the middle of the night.]

[Note: He has always treated the current mayor as his son, and the mayor is completely unaware. What he doesn't know is that his daughter with another woman is now one of the mayor's secret lovers.]

[P.S.: He actually came to you for an exorcism. The demon possessing the mayor's daughter fully manifested itself this morning.]

Wayne fell silent after looking at the panel.

This relationship is really complicated.

Wayne looked at him.

"What illness?"

Hudson paused.

"She's been unconscious since yesterday afternoon. She's lying there with her eyes open, but she won't respond when I call her. This morning when I went to bring her food, she suddenly sat up with terrifying strength. My face..."

He pointed to the scratches on his face.

"She's the one who caught it."

Wayne nodded.

"Lead the way."

Hader was taken aback, not expecting the young bishop to agree so readily without asking any further questions.

Hader was a competent butler. After Wayne agreed, he quickly turned around, walked briskly to the carriage, and opened the door.

Wayne glanced back at Thomason.

"Keep an eye on the church matters for now."

Thomason nodded.

"Don't worry, sir."

Wayne bent down to get into the car.

The carriage started moving, its wheels making a dull thud as they rolled over the stone pavement. Inside, thick blankets were laid out, and the cushions were soft, making it much more comfortable than the dilapidated carriage he had ridden in before.

Had sat opposite him, his hands on his knees, his back ramrod straight. After the carriage had been traveling for about fifteen minutes, he stole several glances at Wayne and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

Wayne looked up at him.

"About what happened on the street yesterday," Hader said in a low voice, "the young master... he didn't do it on purpose. The young lady was seriously ill, and he was rushing back, which is why..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he waited for Wayne to respond.

Had had spent most of his life in Frosttown and had seen far too many people from the Holy See. Whether they were monks, priests, or even just the lowest-ranking novice monks, they would hold their ground for a long time if they got hold of something like this.

The claims about "riding a horse and injuring people violates the goddess's teachings" and "nobles should set an example" are nothing more than attempts to gain some benefits or to demonstrate their own moral superiority.

Hader had prepared all his arguments.

If the young bishop makes a fuss about it, he will take the blame himself, saying that he, the old servant, has failed to properly educate the young master and will definitely come to apologize another day. He should speak softly, but he shouldn't give too much money, otherwise it will make him seem guilty.

Wayne leaned against the carriage wall, his tone indifferent.

Saving lives is the priority.

Hader paused for a moment.

That's it?

He waited a moment, and seeing that Wayne showed no intention of speaking again, he swallowed back the words he had prepared.

In fact, Wayne understood what Hader meant. Hader's words, though ostensibly an apology on behalf of the young master, were actually a test—a test of whether the new bishop was reasonable or just trying to extort money.

However, Wayne didn't pay much attention to it. Whether in the lower or upper echelons of society, Wayne was quite perceptive when it came to interpersonal relationships.

The carriage kept climbing up the mountain.

They soon arrived at the mayor's residence.

The butler jumped out of the car first and opened the door.

"My lord, we've arrived."

The mayor's mansion was larger than Wayne had imagined.

Before me lay a spacious courtyard.

The gravel driveway splits in two beneath your feet, one leading to the stables and servants' quarters on the left, and the other winding around the fountain to the main house. The main house, a three-story stone building, is located at the far end of the hillside and is far more imposing than the houses on the hillside.

Hader led the way, walking a little faster than usual.

"Sir, the young lady is inside."

Enter the lobby.

The first thing Wayne saw was a woman in her thirties wearing a silk dress. She was well-maintained, but her eyes were red and swollen, indicating that she had been crying for a long time.

Mrs. Wilford heard the noise, looked up, and her gaze fell on Wayne, momentarily stunned. She had seen many priests, but this was the first one she had ever met who was so handsome.

"Is this Bishop Wayne?"

Wayne nodded.

"Good day, Madam."

Mrs. Wilford stared, somewhat stunned.