Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

When Asase pushed open the dormitory door, she had a complex expression on her face that Miya had never seen before.

She leaned the katana against the bed frame, then slumped back into the chair, staring up at the ceiling, letting out a faint, mournful cry.

"I just don't understand. I chose ice elemental magic as my elective, so why are we being assigned a calculus class?"

She covered her eyes with her arm, and the grievance in her voice was more obvious than the previous wail.

Xiaoye followed in, his expression a stark contrast to Asase's. His amber eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth were turned up in a way he couldn't suppress.

She put her schoolbag on the table and sat down, humming a tuneless melody.

Mi Ye asked her why she was so happy, and Xiao Ye smiled, trying to keep her tone calm.

"Professor Hiesta praised me in class, saying that my charm and psychic abilities were well integrated, and she even let me stay after class to practice alone for a little while."

She paused, then added.

"It was just for a short while, about ten minutes. She even corrected one of my hand seals, saying it would save more magic power. She—she even patted my head."

The last sentence was spoken so softly it was like a mosquito's hum, and red hair covered her burning ears.

Before Mi Ye could even be happy for her, Xiao Ye had already lowered her head, opened the lunchbox, buried her face in the steam of the food, pretended to be focused on eating, and thanked Mi Ye again.

Asase didn't stand on ceremony and casually picked out a bowl to show off.

Mi Ye ate as quickly as ever, a skill she honed with Bie Chenye in the back mountain.

Teacher Bie Chenye's appetite was about the same as hers. I don't know if all witches majoring in flesh magic can eat this much, but since then, Xiao Miye has developed the habit of stuffing the most food into her mouth in the shortest amount of time. Although it's not very elegant, at least she enjoys eating.

She tidied up the empty lunchbox, wiped the table clean, took out the thick "Complete Encyclopedia of Alchemy Recipes" from her backpack, spread it on the table, turned to the page on Crimson Tears, and took out several herbs that she had previously collected in the back mountain and the Mirror Realm, comparing them one by one with the illustrations in the recipe.

Asase finished the last bite of his meal, closed the lunchbox, and stood up to wash his hands. As he passed Miya, he suddenly stopped.

Her gaze passed over Mi Ye's shoulder and landed on the open book on the table, and then she couldn't look away.

Then Asase reached out a finger and carefully touched the edge of the page, as if to confirm whether the book was real.

"...Where did you get this book?"

Miya looked up and saw the shock in Asase's eyes. Was this something illegal?

"Drawn—no, don't say it was given to me by Teacher Chenye."

Mi Ye lied without changing her expression, silently apologizing to Teacher Bie Chenye in her heart.

Asase didn't press the matter. Instead, she pulled out a chair next to her, moved it closer to Miya, and spoke in a very low voice, as if she were talking about a secret that couldn't be heard by outsiders.

Do you know what a book with a complete collection of recipes like this means on the market?

Miya shook her head.

Asase took a deep breath, as if organizing her thoughts.

She was usually quiet, but this time she was clearly forced to speak by Mi Ye's naivety.

As everyone knows, potions are something that every witch can't avoid.

No matter how high one's talent or how strong one's magic, there will always be times when one needs to use potions to compensate for one's shortcomings.

Recovery potions allow you to recover faster after being injured, and focus potions double your mental strength in critical moments, but not everyone can afford potions because potion-making is extremely difficult.

The creation of every new potion is accompanied by countless failures, and failure means that all the effort, materials and money invested in the early stages are wasted.

Unless you have the recipe, the success rate can be increased several times or even dozens of times, because the recipe will detail every necessary step. These things are the result of generations of alchemists' hard work and cannot be bought with money. Every alchemist has such a family heirloom book. I had seen it before when I went to Luo Yan's shop.

Therefore, recipes are basically only traded at auctions, and the selling price is never less than five figures. Slightly rarer recipes can sell for six figures or even higher.

Mi Ye could pick out a few recipes from this book and they would be enough to buy an apartment in downtown Bellavita.

As for the free recipes available on the market, the government paid a huge patent fee to buy them from alchemists and then released them to the public. The purpose was to give some poor and talentless little witches something to look forward to, so as to promote social harmony.

After listening to Asase's long-winded speech, Xiaoye, who was standing to the side, had put down his chopsticks at some point and came over to stand behind Asase, looking at the open book.

Her eyes widened, but she quickly regained her composure, as if nothing was surprising about what happened to Miya.

Miya looked down at the densely packed recipe text on the pages of the book and belatedly realized something.

Her Wishing Well is probably far more extraordinary than she imagined.

"Don't tell anyone about this book."

Asase's voice returned to its usual calm tone.

"At least don't tell people you're not familiar with. If others find out you have this kind of thing, and this gets out, your life might not be so peaceful anymore."

Miya nodded and thanked Asase for his advice.

However, it wouldn't matter if her roommates found out about this, because Mi Ye believed they were both very good people.

Miya turned the book back to the page with the Crimson Tears, staring at the few lines of recipe, her mind already preoccupied with something else.

She has a mirror world where she can grow herbs, a recipe book where she can look up recipes, and she can cooperate with Luo Yan, an alchemist who triggered the flash.

With enough materials, many medicines can be produced domestically.

Xiao Ye remained silent until later, when he suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Then we can buy potions from Miya from now on!"

"...But I don't know how to make medicine yet."

"It's okay, we have a long way to go—no, I mean, we're going to be roommates for another four years."

After Xiaoye finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed and shrank his face into his scarf, but his eyes were still bright as he looked at Miye.

Asase, who was standing to the side, reached out and gently patted Miya's head twice.

"We won't tell anyone, don't worry."

Miya touched the top of her head where she had been patted, blinked, and was somewhat touched.

"Uh-huh!"

Asase's lips curled up slightly.

She stood up, picked up her katana, and prepared to go to the training ground. As she reached the door, she glanced back at Miya.

"Keep it up! Let's practice again next time, and don't lose to me then."

Miya nodded, waved goodbye, and Xiaoye smiled, as if she was happy about the harmony between the three of them.