Witch Troupe and the Undead

Unic twirled his sword, sweeping aside two soldiers wielding two-handed longswords who were closing in. These two were close to their limit; one more breakthrough and they would reach the level of Extraordinary Physique I. However, for a qualified knight, parrying their two-handed longswords was as easy as parrying a child's stick in a training field.

"Ha!" Unic roared, and a visible shockwave rippled outwards. The mental and psychic impact activated by the extraordinary martial skill, Roar, forced the soldiers surrounding him to retreat to the sides, clearing a path for his advance. The enchanted runes on his armor lit up. In battles against opponents of the same level, enchanted equipment can produce immediate results.

However, the mercenary warrior facing him simply shook his head helplessly, decisively stepping aside to clear an "escape" path, but... "Fire!"

"What!?" Unic looked at the position behind him in astonishment. Three soldiers were sitting on a strange-looking machine. Then came the noise of dense magic bullets hitting the armor. The intense impact forced his charge to a halt, and the defensive runes on the armor were quickly extinguishing one by one.

A single drum of ammunition is insufficient to eliminate a knight who has activated extraordinary martial arts, especially since his armor is not cheap. However, if there is also an extraordinary warrior nearby, then death or defeat is a foregone conclusion.

The impact of the magic bullet almost made Unic lose his balance. His taut muscles and the extraordinary power flowing through his body were rapidly depleting. If there were only this three-man archer team, a knight's sword could have sliced ​​off their heads in the instant they changed ammunition. But... there are no "ifs" on the battlefield.

Almost the instant his ammunition ran out, Knight Unic was struck hard in the shin, losing his balance and falling forward. Then, the gleaming spear fell just past his ear. "You've lost, Knight..."

Even with his extraordinary physique and enchanted armor, he couldn't survive having his throat slit. So, when faced with the spear blade pressed against his skin and the warrior behind him who was no weaker than himself, Unic could only angrily slam his iron gauntlet into the ground to signal his surrender.

"In such a short time, a single cavalry unit was wiped out?" The commander at the front was somewhat surprised. This was the first time Iron Castle had faced the test of actual combat on the plains. It proved that the cavalry charge was almost obsolete. Well, almost, not immediately or already.

Without the Iron Castle, his ragtag army probably wouldn't even last one round of charging before being cut into pieces and then divided, surrounded, and annihilated by the subsequent infantry.

As for the cost of the Iron Castle, to be honest, it's a waste to use it to annihilate a single lancer. The cost of one of these things is over 100,000 gold coins, and the amount of fuel blocks burned every day is about 200 to 300 gold coins. This doesn't even include the portion after the environmental magic is exhausted during battle. The magic cannon, which is powered entirely by fuel blocks and magic crystals, costs 50 gold coins per shot.

(Before the environmental magic is exhausted, the cost of the firing materials for the magic cannon is basically zero.)

Grand Duke Carol's reinforcements were bombed by the Iron Castle on the way. While not completely wiped out, they suffered a complete rout. Under normal circumstances, the magic cannon needs to be positioned and the ritual activated to draw energy from the surrounding magic. From the deployment of the cannon to firing, it would take an optimistic estimate of about half an hour to an hour.

Therefore, in this world, melee combat is still the mainstream method. Magic cannons are only used as a relatively portable catapult, and considering the preparation time and ammunition, they may not even be as convenient as catapults.

At least as long as rocks can be found in the wild, the catapult can be used indefinitely, and even without rocks, it can still be used to hurl enemy corpses or any heavy objects. However, once the magic cannon has used up the magic power of the corresponding secret realm, it can only wait for the environmental magic power to slowly replenish itself, and it also needs to compete with the enemy's mages and magical weapons for this trickle of replenishing magic power.

Therefore, tactically, the greatest role of the magic cannon is to deplete the magic power in the environment more quickly, so that the enemy cannot use this magic power to cast spells. For example, if the magic power of the mental domain is depleted in advance, it will be difficult for the enemy to release strategic spells such as large-scale inspiration or despair spells. Similarly, if the elemental magic power is depleted in advance, it can ensure that the enemy can turn the elemental magic power into fireballs and lightning to hit the enemy before the enemy's fireball hits the enemy's head.

In a world with magic, magic power is a crucial resource, just like food supplies, that every soldier must fight for. The principle that "one unit of enemy power is worth ten units of your own" still applies in the struggle for magic power.

However, the Iron Castle reduced the deployment time of the magic cannons from hours to minutes. Driven by the burning element blocks, it could unleash fire-attribute magic cannon fire in the shortest time. The dense fireballs directly overwhelmed the Grand Duke's army during their march.

They did not deploy any spiritual barriers, set up camps, or install magic cannons. Some even removed their armor and placed it on their vehicles to speed up the march. Under such circumstances, relying on their flesh and blood to withstand artillery fire naturally resulted in them being blown to pieces.

The loss of this army was a devastating blow to the Grand Duke, as it meant that nothing on the eastern plains could stop the army from reaching the outskirts of his capital.

Meanwhile, on the eastern railway line, a bright shield of light shielded the scorching air rushing from the front. A black-haired young girl sat atop the carriage, unnoticed by those below.

The bread slices with nut powder sandwiched with hot grilled sausage slices tasted pretty good, and maintaining this level of shield wasn't a problem for her, but she had to get off the train before it reached Valley Station at Eagle's Nest.

“Almost there…” She stuffed the last bite of bread into her mouth, then jumped off the carriage. “Impact!” She pointed her staff at the ground, and the violently exploding airflow acted like a cushion, lifting her light and petite body to the ground.

"Goodbye~" The black-haired witch waved goodbye to the departing train. The next journey was to cross the valley pass and head to the eastern plains. She hoped that the war had not affected her laboratory. However, the location was quite hidden, behind a waterfall on a hill.

Silver Valley City, nestled in a valley, is named for its abundant silver mines. Almost all the silver coins in the eastern province of the empire come from Silver Valley City. The city is situated at the entrance of the valley, which is filled with a complex network of mines. The extracted silver ore is sifted and then sent to towering silver smelting furnaces.

The cast silver ingots were sent to the mint to be pressed into silver plates. Then, the mint workers stuffed the silver plates under steam-driven machines to form piles of round, thin silver sheets. After that, serrations were rolled out on the edges to create the large silver coins that were popular in the eastern region.

These unadorned silver coins were popular in the eastern region because of their high silver content and resistance to edge trimming, resulting in a very strong value.

For mints and silversmiths, this job was filled with high temperatures, noise, and intense labor, but the only advantage was that the income was quite substantial. The oily sludge rich in silver powder that accumulated under the gear hobbing machines, and the scraps left after processing silver plates, were the unspoken gray income of the craftsmen and supervisors.

The accumulated silver dust was not a small amount, and the resulting losses were an open secret to everyone involved. In contrast, the silver miners were not so lucky. The dark and gloomy mines, the cramped ventilation shafts that were barely big enough for one person to walk down vertically, and the hot, humid, and gloomy environment underground meant that the average lifespan of the miners was no more than 35 years, and they would die inside after less than 3 years of service.

In this world, in addition to the normal pickaxe, there are some special equipment or gear that are different from those on Earth. However, only the most experienced foremen are qualified to use this expensive equipment.

The foreman carried the mining piercing rod through the crowded throng. The miners, who were practically wearing only loincloths, made way for him. At the fork in the mine tunnel was a huge rock. The massive, murky, yellowish-brown boulder was covered with silver-gray marks, as if clumps of silver-gray slime were attached to it—high-quality silver-lead-zinc ore.

The foreman aimed a piercing rod at the silver ore and stabbed it down. The sharp tip could only penetrate a little bit. Then, green wind element was injected into it, forming a huge drill-like shape. A few seconds later, the entire rock block collapsed with a roar. The pre-prepared supports quickly braced the shaky mine tunnel, and the miners quickly put the shattered silver ore into the cart.

This large ore deposit represents the discovery of a separate vein, which means that the next few months will be exceptionally easy and something to look forward to.

“Not bad…” The foreman inspected the mine tunnel. He didn’t care where the silver came from; he only knew that this mine tunnel was unexpectedly rich.

The discovery of a new silver vein naturally alerted the mine manager. After confirming that the vein's reserves were substantial, the manager promptly reported it to the Grand Duke. For Grand Duke Carol, who was currently under siege, the new silver vein represented new wealth and meant he had more silver coins to hire mercenaries and adventurers from the eastern provinces to join the battle.

"Clang!" The pickaxe struck the ore, breaking off a large chunk of rock and revealing gray brick walls behind it. "Huh?" The miner, who had been engrossed in his work, finally stopped his mechanical movements and stared in surprise at the brick walls in front of him...

"Have you unearthed ruins?" The Grand Duke looked at the steward, who nodded. "It's definitely a ruin, and a ruin from the Dark Ages. Archmage Meris has already examined it. Gray-based bricks—these pressed bricks made from ash are a prominent feature of Dark Age ruins."

Modern people rarely use this type of brick anymore, mainly because the ash comes from the burning of the Black Forest. Although there are still large and small Black Forests scattered throughout the territory of civilization, no one would do such a thing anymore.

The Black Forest is not as easy to ignite as an ordinary forest. Ordinary flames in the Black Forest may not even last long before being extinguished by the abundant savage magic. Only flames ignited with a large amount of elemental magic and order magic can burn the Black Forest, and even then, they burn very slowly.

The most common method of burning is to ignite the flames of the Holy Lord and burn with the sacred fire. The Holy Lord Church originally used this method to expand civilization. The reason why it was able to gain widespread faith in the empire is that about one-third of the current empire's territory is a rich core area that was originally a dense black forest. It can be said that the empire was a territory that the Holy Lord Church burned little by little with the sacred fire.

This is why the successive kings of the empire both restrained the church and granted them numerous privileges.

Nowadays, there are very few priests willing to go into the forests and wilderness to preach and burn the Black Forest. Only those who believe in the Horse-Headed Lord from the Salvation sect are doing this. Of course, there is another reason—when they started burning the Black Forest, they did not use holy fire, but the more destructive hellfire (colorful version)—which had a better effect, but of course, had greater side effects.

Therefore, among modern people, this kind of brick with extremely high resistance to savage magic is rarely seen and is no longer needed. This kind of brick is the main reason why various relics of the Dark Ages have survived to this day and have not been swallowed up by the forest and the earth. Discovering this dark gray brick means discovering a relic.

What type of ruins?

"The workers dare not go in, awaiting your decision." Ruins do not always represent opportunities, treasures, and ancient secrets; they may also represent danger and threats. Most people in this world have developed the habit of avoiding ruins from afar.

Well, adventurers aside, otherwise why would it be called "adventure"? The danger comes from the uncertainty of the ruins themselves. It might be a treasure trove, a labyrinth, or even a seal. In the worst case, it might be a prison, and the things imprisoned inside are not only not dead, but also alive and kicking.

Especially since the ruins are located inside the silver mine, the Grand Duke needs to be even more cautious. If something goes wrong and the entire silver mine is destroyed, then this war, which cannot be called a war, will have to be abandoned.

Just like the Anta family, they couldn't even hold out for half a day before the mob and rebels breached their castle. Like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, their heads were chopped off with an axe, and now their territory can almost be considered someone else's.

He was certain that if he lost the silver mine and those silver coins, his fate would not be much better than that fat pig of the Anta family. Especially now, it was crystal clear whether those guys outside who claimed to be here to eliminate heretics were heretics and faith or they were here for the silver of Silver Valley City!

"Let's seal it away first and have Archmage Meris prepare it. Luckily, we have enough red silver." Red silver, also known as pale red silver, is just an ordinary silver ore on Earth. Its pure elemental form can be used as a laser crystal. However, in this world, this pale red crystalline silver ore byproduct is an excellent sealing material.

It is remarkably effective against most evil spirits, demons, and demonic creations, even better than pure silver. Adventurers who specialize in hunting demons and evil spirits often mix red silver into their weapons, or at the very least, they use red silver to fill the runes.

For Silver Valley City, the one thing it has no shortage of besides silver is its byproducts: pale red silver ore, which, after being transformed into deep red silver powder through alchemy, is the city's biggest source of profit besides silver coins themselves—expensive rune pigments and sealing materials that cost 20 gold coins per ounce in magic shops.

"As long as there is enough red silver, even a great demon can only stay obediently in the cage."

“Yes, enough red silver…” Grand Duke Carol felt his heart was about to stop. Enough red silver meant that his family had worked for nothing this year.

Even if Silver Valley City has no shortage of light red silver ore, refining it into red silver powder requires a lot of loss. Moreover, using one ounce means that the family will lose 20 gold coins. According to the miners' report, the scale of the ruins below requires a quantity that is definitely not in the ounce range.

The Grand Mage's unit of measurement is: liters! Liters! The red silver reserves in the family treasury are also in this unit of measurement. The preceding number is less than two digits. This is the total amount the family has accumulated since they settled in Silver Valley City and started mining silver!

Chapter 355 You're using my words!

Red Silver, a beautiful pale red crystalline powder, is the world's most cost-effective sealing material. Its price is comparable to its effectiveness, making it incredibly affordable. However, for the current Dark Knights, this material remains shockingly expensive, yet it's an indispensable medium for sealing rituals. Especially now that the price has gone up! Up!!!

"Why did you have to attack now of all times, not earlier or later..." The Elder of the Guardian felt like he was about to split open. At this time, you launched a heretical attack on Black Rye Valley County, especially Silver Valley City? As a result, the valley and the eastern plains were surrounded and destroyed, while Silver Valley City was the largest silver mine and red silver production area around the entire capital.

If it's not transported from Silver Valley City, it can only be imported from the Red Sand Kingdom, or transported from the "Red Sand Province" in the northwest.

Brother, that place is separated from the Empire by a vast expanse of rocky mountains and saline deserts, where bandits and monsters outnumber grass. There are no railways, only ancient horse caravan trade routes. If you're hoping to get red silver from there, you'll only be able to watch the price skyrocket to almost three times its original value within a week.

“Elder, we don’t have enough money to purchase enough sealing materials, and the church is also collecting red silver materials, I don’t know why.”

"What are they trying to seal this time?" The elder was speechless. What was the Holy Lord Church trying to do by acquiring Red Silver? In ancient times, the symbol of the Holy Lord of Light was the sun and fire, representing progress and exploration, as well as civilization itself. In other words, sealing rituals were not their forte—it was less about sealing and more about forcibly suppressing or slowly burning with light and fire.

This "seal" is very effective against the spread of the Black Forest or the monster nests brought by the savage magic. However, it is basically useless against powerful monsters and non-evil spirits. Rather than a seal, it burns the target in pain so that they dare not touch it easily.

"The production of holy silver weapons... As you know, the struggle between the two sides has now reached a fever pitch. There are no large-scale armed conflicts on the surface, but the private hunting and purging of each other has become completely undisguised."

"Using holy silver weapons to kill each other... The Holy Lord would probably be amused and annoyed if he heard that." The Keeper of the Secrets rubbed his head. Could it be that they had absolutely no record of such matters concerning gods? Seriously, those who are still bestowing divine power upon them now must be war gods, right?

This kind of internal competition, this love-hate relationship, is a traditional skill of the Church of War. The Church of War is also the only one that doesn't prohibit open infighting among sects; of course, a barely acceptable reason is needed. Most of the time, Churches of War in different countries are happy to send their counterparts from rival nations to hell, which is also a way for them to express their piety.

"Never mind, let's hope we don't get caught up in this..."

"Bang!" The door shattered and flew apart. "They really are running a heretical cult!!"

The chief inquisitor, wielding a two-handed greatsword, kicked open the door. His gaze swept over the purple curtain, the burning blue brazier, and the intricate religiously symbolic patterns on the ground and walls. Although he didn't see the expected horse head statue, the informant's report was correct: this place was indeed hosting a heretical cult!

"Heretics...us?" The Elder of the Guardians pointed to himself, feeling that the story was a bit ridiculous, with a sense of being beaten up by a gang leader and forced to confront the police, as if he had picked up the wrong script.

However, the judge on the other side showed no intention of answering. He simply drew his greatsword and slashed at the face of the old man who was clearly the high priest. "Clang!" His completely black palm acted like an iron shield, blocking the blade.

“Young man, don’t be so impulsive. You’re bringing trouble upon your god by waging war in the goddess’s sanctuary. Can’t you feel the divine grace slipping away from you?”

"Shut up! Heretic!" The judge dragged the blade forcefully, rubbing it against his palm and creating a trail of sparks. After pulling the blade out, he swung the hilt at the sword. "Combat technique?" The elder dodged, and several other Dark Night Judges drew their own twin blades, one long and one short.

Night God's troops rarely use methods other than unarmed combat. However, due to the special nature of their work, Night Inquisitors carry this weapon to inflict more pain on their enemies and for interrogation purposes.

“Outsourced, huh…” The elder stepped back in front of the shrine, shook his head and stopped intervening. This was something the daughters of the gods couldn’t handle. Since it was outsourced personnel instead of the church’s combat priests, then they would have to send in the professional fighters.

The crimson longsword slid in a golden-red arc and landed on the greatsword that was blocking it, leaving a molten mark. The black shortsword, like a poisonous thorn, pierced towards the waist and abdomen of the enemy in front of it.

The Night Judges cooperated seamlessly, without even exchanging a word with each other. However, their opponents remained calm and, upon realizing that the enemy was difficult to defeat, decisively jumped back out of the closing encirclement.

"In the name of Inquisitor Rost, this place is hereby declared a den of heretics!"

"Boom!" A violent explosion was heard, and the entire front of the house collapsed.

"A portable magic cannon!? Are you buying time!?" The elder glanced at the ruined sanctuary and seal, his lips trembling. Damn it, using a portable magic cannon to deal with heretics and cults? Why are you all so traditional on this kind of thing!?

I used to laugh at those cultists who were bewitched by evil spirits in the Black Forest and were blasted to pieces by magic cannons and large battle arrays. Now that it's my turn to be blasted, I realize that this is not funny at all!

"Retreat!" Neither the Night Inquisitor nor the Hunter is adept at assaults. "You can't escape!"

"Yes, you can't escape either!" The elder felt like he'd offended the three goddesses of fate today. What was going on? They were all saying the same lines he'd uttered! Saying "You can't escape" to a guardian elder of the night...

"...Kid, you can't escape now. Wait until nightfall, and you'll be in for a treat!" The elder glanced at the judge, a shadow falling over his eyes, and then...

"..." No aura of sin? At least not an aura of sin exceeding the strength of an ordinary person. In a large city, this level of sin would disappear the moment someone stands in a crowd—wait, are you really arresting heretics, not using the arrest of heretics to make money?! The elder was about to lose his composure. "Doesn't the Holy Lord Church provide pre-service training for its outsourced personnel?"

The answer is yes, it was done. Although Inquisitor Rost had only been in office for a short time, he had indeed caught a number of horse-headed heretics and also shut down several illegal gathering places of the Church of the Spirit. Of course, in order to avoid shutting down some legitimate esoteric people, the church gave them a booklet recording various legitimate religions in the empire, and even some churches that were not entirely legitimate but were internationally recognized as orthodox were given the same characteristics.

Although the latter were illegal within the Empire, they were not official Imperial personnel, so such matters were not of concern to them. However, these pamphlets recorded information about the Church after the Dark Ages and the Reconquest Era, and clearly did not include the content of the Church of the Night, which was active before and during the Dark Ages.

According to the informant, there are many strange people coming and going in this house in the North District. They usually disguise themselves as milkmen and wander around, but disappear at night.

Moreover, screams can be heard from the basement from time to time (the unfortunate, captured sinful sorcerer), and strange wet sacks and wooden barrels filled with unknown things can be found in the back alley (actually household garbage).

It looked like a cult blood sacrifice. After observing for a few days, Rost confirmed that it was indeed an unregistered cult activity site. After kicking down the door, he took a closer look at the holy emblem and various religious symbols, which he did not recognize at all and were not listed in the manual.

"Sir, they escaped; we couldn't stop them."

“It’s alright, these guys can’t escape. As long as they’re still in this city, they can’t get away!” Rost ordered the town guards and church infantry behind him to dig up the ruins. He wanted to figure out the ritual characteristics of these guys. Cultists are like cockroaches. When you find one, it means that they’re everywhere in the city.

Originally, the Empire did not want to get involved in such small-scale religious conflicts within the capital. However, if it was a true cult blood sacrifice, then it would be a different matter. Not to mention the distant past, everyone still remembers what happened in Tallinn, a regional capital city, where less than one-tenth of its population perished overnight.

Therefore, after hearing this well-documented report, the town guard and even the garrison knights were mobilized. Otherwise, they might have brought in something like a small magic cannon, which is not a weapon that the church is qualified to handle.

“They definitely have more than just this one ritual site; there must be many throughout the city. This ritual appears to be a chain ritual, summoning some powerful entity to enter the real world for use.”

Rost had crammed on the basics of various rituals at the church school, but for a former wandering knight, the effect of such cramming was very limited. So, he could only recognize that this was a ritual to summon some powerful entity into the present world, but he couldn't tell what it was for. However, since it was a cult blood sacrifice, there was no need to guess—he wasn't here for sightseeing anyway.

"The scents of laurel, sage, cloves, and violets... Is it necessary to use these herbs? This is a bit troublesome..." These four spices are common cooking ingredients, and trying to trace the source of the ritual spices would be almost impossible to find other ritual points, but the purple curtain can be considered a starting point.

This light purple gauze material is very popular among noble ladies in the capital, and it is also widely used in some high-end clubs. There are also various workshops that produce certain aristocratic sex toys. The tracing of this material may be more difficult than that of perfumes—it really is difficult!

Especially when you might trace it back to two male nobles! Just thinking about what he saw when he broke into a private gathering while investigating heresy made Rost feel a little nauseous. Of course, those corrupt nobles had already been stripped of their titles and privileges by His Majesty.

The empire generally condones such things, but it can't do it openly. However, if you are dragged out of a private pub that doesn't look quite right by the church's inquisitors, along with a bunch of other unsavory things, these people have to be dealt with, even if it's just to maintain the face of the noble class as a whole.

Of course, the emperor also dealt with these people because they were forming cliques in private. If this was exposed, it would be a reason to commit suicide. No one would plead for them, especially since the nobles in the capital were all emperors, and there was no problem of dealing with their vassals.

“Milk delivery workers, newsboys, and postmen... it’s not easy to investigate them…” There are too many milk delivery workers, and the turnover rate is extremely high; more than 90% of newsboys are poor, so it’s even harder to investigate them, and the people in the slums are very united when they are around them.

As for the postmen, is the Royal Mail something your church should investigate? Is it something your church dares to investigate? Shouldn't you check the Military Intelligence Bureau and the archives too? Many postmen are Military Intelligence Bureau spies. If the investigation reaches the head of Military Intelligence Bureau, Rost can guarantee whether he himself will be in trouble, but his unfortunate superior, the bishop, will definitely be in trouble.

"Red Silver!?" Finally, Rost found a key item: Red Silver. This kind of thing is rare because its main uses are related to sealing. Therefore, very few units and organizations would buy large quantities of Red Silver.

Besides the Earth Goddess Priests, there's the Academy—the Academy's research into sealing techniques and rituals naturally requires a large amount of red silver materials—the Earth Goddess Priests also need red silver to reinforce seals in various places, and the national treasury even has a special allocation in the form of red silver to the Earth Church.

"Sir, could they be planning to use the red silver to break some seal and release some ancient being sealed beneath the capital?" A town guard approached and asked. As a native of the capital, he was not like the guards of those small towns; he was quite knowledgeable.

“It’s possible,” Rost thought for a moment, seemingly not ruling out the possibility. Besides sealing, red silver can also be used to break seals, but it’s not as cost-effective, and there are many better alternatives.

However, Rost, who was not very knowledgeable about arcane magic, was unaware of these things. He only knew that red and silver were closely related to seals, whether for creating or breaking them.

"And even if it's for sealing something..." Considering the ritual that summons a physical entity into the real world, it seems like the style of a hell sorcerer, summoning a great demon from hell and then using red and silver seals or restraints to extract the demon's power or to reach some kind of agreement.

"Follow this lead!" Judge Rost stood up, determined to investigate further based on the red and silver clues, and to uncover this mysterious cult lurking in the capital! Imperial Academy Outer Street.

This is where the students and professors of the academy go shopping and relax. It is right next to the riverside park, and powerful magic isolates it from the terrifying smells of all sorts of strange things in the river.

They carved out a semi-circular clear waterway in the polluted river, separating it from other areas with some kind of barrier, preventing industrial waste gas and excrement from entering the area.

"Coo coo~" A flock of pigeons surrounded Livia's skirt, occasionally sticking out their beaks to nibble at it. The little witch held a large handful of beans and happily fed the pigeons and other birds, but the fried beans she had taken from the cafeteria were quickly used up.

“Rocky~” Emerald eyes looked at Rocky and reached out a hand.

"I suspect that if you keep feeding them like this, these birds won't be able to fly anymore." Thanks to the little witch's persistent feeding, these pigeons have become quite fat, but Roach still took out a jar full of beans and grabbed two more handfuls of beans for her.

"Speaking of which, Leslie, why don't you go for a swim?" The mermaid looked at Roach, then at the clear river water and the murky water that was clearly distinct from the park's river, and hesitated before speaking.

Even if it's clean water that's been isolated, no normal person would want to swim in a pool next to a septic tank, especially when the partition is made of glass!

"No, I'm not short of water now, thank you~" After saying that, she summoned a large cloud of water vapor to cover herself. This was a natural ability of the merfolk, which was not very useful. It was just a means to replenish water on land. In fact, this water vapor still needed to be provided manually by preparing a body of water or a water bottle.