Chapter 277: The Bitchy Pretty Witch (Part 5)
"I inherited my mother's psychic abilities. I used to deeply admire Mr. Longbourn from the Wizarding Association, but with my background, it's very difficult..."
William's eyes zoned out slightly, piecing together the information about Ms. Elise and the Association in his mind.
Zoe nodded: "Fiona also said that there are many people in the Wizarding Association who only care about profits."
She didn't doubt the authenticity of William's words.
"What about you? How did you end up coming to this school?" William also looked at her.
"I..."
The tragic death of her boyfriend, the warnings from her mother...
These scenes flashed through Zoe's mind.
"Right, you still have to process the evil materials. Let me help you sort them," she pointed at the silver jars on the wooden shelves in the warehouse.
William raised an eyebrow, not continuing to press the matter, but instead following her topic: "Sort them?"
"Mhm! This is two days' worth of materials. You can separate the ones with a dense evil aura and process them separately. That way, you'll be able to finish within the required time."
William narrowed his eyes.
The middle-aged woman had told him earlier that he had to finish processing all the materials tonight.
It seemed that person was deliberately setting a trap for him.
"Thank you so much. This information is very important. Is there anything else?" William put on a look of sudden realization. Seeing that her words were helpful, Zoe also felt very happy inwardly.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, thinking: "Mmm... When claiming materials, we have to pay five silver coins."
Hearing this, William turned his head, only to see the words "1 coin / 1 portion" clearly written in the warehouse.
"What's the reason for this? Don't the higher-ups care?"
Zoe shook her head: "I also mentioned it to Ms. Fiona once, but she just said, 'A main witch doesn't need to claim materials personally. You should just focus your attention on practicing witchcraft!'"
She crossed her arms, her pure face putting on a stern expression, mimicking someone's tone.
"Oh~ You're actually a main witch?"
"I was just... a bit luckier." Her eyes lowered, seemingly not taking pride in it.
"Anyway, you absolutely must not undercharge... Otherwise, you might get scolded by Ms. Fiona."
William rubbed his chin.
As the most important supply for young witches when practicing witchcraft, this academy's shot-caller actually allowed such a strange "unspoken rule" to exist.
To say there wasn't something fishy going on here, probably no one would believe it.
"Oh right, there's more!"
Zoe's face reddened slightly, and her fingers twisted together nervously.
"You... you..."
William looked puzzled, thinking inwardly: "With this posture, she's not going to confess her feelings, is she..."
"If any young witches come to you, you... don't agree to anything!"
William was stunned upon hearing this. What was the situation?
Zoe immediately told him about the deeds of the previous assistant, Gerry.
"I heard Gerry had some connections with the higher-ups of the Rosicrucian Order. If you copy him..."
Zoe didn't explicitly say it, but William already understood.
A nobody without any background actually daring to lay hands on the witches was simply rushing to seek death.
"It's getting late. Let's start quickly," Zoe said as she crouched down.
At this time, her fair neck was exposed, and William noticed a trace of blackened blood vessels surfacing on it.
He immediately used the power of his eyes to probe Zoe's body, and then raised an eyebrow.
This witch had a lot of residual evil aura in her body, while her magic power was also abnormally active.
Only because the two powers were counterbalancing each other was she able to remain safe and sound.
"Your back..." William spoke up.
"Ah!" Zoe exclaimed.
She stood up abruptly, then covered her neck with her hand, lowering it again after a moment.
"This is the aftereffect of using the materials. The materials we claim every day... have a very low purity."
William remained silent.
Going on like this, the more these witches used witchcraft, the more they would overdraw their bodies.
He couldn't help but feel somewhat puzzled.
Was this academy truly meant to nurture witches, or was it merely treating them as tools.
"This is a purification potion I concocted during my practice. It should be able to alleviate your symptoms. Consider it payment for your help." William smiled and handed over a bottle of Holy Water.
Zoe reached out to take it, her eyes full of surprise.
Because witchcraft potions were complex to make, their selling prices were extremely high. She had never even used one before!
"It's getting late. Let's start quickly," William said.
With his abilities, he could finish processing all the materials within half an hour.
But having rarely met such an innocent person, he naturally had to ask for more information.
At the same time, in a mansion a few blocks away from the academy.
"That damn old woman, actually daring to fire me!"
Gerry smashed a lamp onto the floor.
"Young Master Gerry, do we need to notify Lord Augustus?" spoke a man looking like a butler.
"Hmph, that old woman is just planning to sell my father a favor. I won't fall for it!" Gerry gritted his teeth.
Subsequently, he asked: "Are the materials for the Spirit Summoning Magic Array ready?"
"Everything has been fully prepared."
Hearing this, Gerry sneered: "Very good. Those witches have quite a lot of residual evil aura in their bodies. That old woman has prepared for so long, she definitely wouldn't expect it to end up benefiting me."
He picked up a glass of wine from the table.
"Go, we start moving tomorrow."
"Yes, Young Master Gerry."
The second day.
It was barely dawn, but many people were already standing at the materials claiming area.
"Why isn't it open yet? I'm waiting for the materials to practice witchcraft!"
"I already asked around. The new guy is a commoner wizard. He definitely doesn't know the old rules!"
"Then we have to establish the rules well for him!"
"Hurry up and stand forward. We might be able to get high-quality materials today."
The witches chattered away, all discussing the newly arrived assistant.
"Hey Queenie, don't you know how to queue up?" one witch was squeezed to the side, glaring angrily at the plump figure in front of her.
"When that animal Gerry was still around, how come I didn't see you queuing up?" Queenie didn't even turn her head.
"You! I'm warning you, I just learned an elemental witchcraft!" said the witch whose spot was taken.
Hearing this, Queenie directly placed a knife under her own neck: "Try it?"
The former ultimately yielded. After all, the talent of "Damage Transfer" was too tricky to deal with.
"And you lot." Queenie looked around. "Today I am going to be the first to claim materials. If anyone is dissatisfied, you can speak up right now."
For a moment, the corridor was very quiet.
"I have an objection."
At this time, a voice suddenly rang out in the corridor.
The witches turned their heads, only to see a girl with a high ponytail, wearing black hot pants and knee-high boots, walk out.
Madison walked straight to the very front, rolling her eyes at Queenie as she passed by.
"Some people, because of their ugly looks, can't get what they want through beauty. So when they encounter an occasion where this talent isn't needed, they desperately try to prove themselves."
"Pfft..."
Chuckles immediately broke out among the witches.
"Bitch!"
Queenie's face darkened, and she immediately plunged the knife into the back of her own hand.
The next moment, Madison revealed a look of pain, and a lot of fresh blood also flowed from the back of her hand.
She immediately raised her hand, and an oil painting on the wall instantly flew towards Queenie, smashing ruthlessly into the latter's nose.
For a time, various powers collided in the corridor; it seemed a huge battle was about to erupt.
Jenny and Zoe were both in the crowd. Both had rushed over specifically because of a certain someone, and at this time they were both hesitating whether they should report it to the higher-ups.
"Stop it, all of you!"
Someone else shouted.
It was Quinti and Denise appearing in the corridor.
"You haven't even seen the person yet, and you've already started infighting amongst yourselves. You're truly stupid enough," Quinti said with a cold face.
She walked all the way beside Madison and Queenie, separating the two with just a look.
Subsequently, Quinti turned her head and glanced at Jenny, her gaze somewhat complex.
Knock... Knock...
Quinti knocked on the window: "Excuse me, how much longer until we can claim our materials."
But there was no response from inside.
Just as Quinti was about to knock on the window again, another figure appeared in the corridor.
"Why hasn't the material claiming started yet? Where is the new guy? He couldn't still be processing them, could he?"
Zoe turned her head and saw a middle-aged woman.
She recognized the other party—Mrs. Willa, the true person in charge of the academy's materials office, appointed by Ms. Fiona.
"He didn't really fail to finish it, did he..."
Zoe touched the empty bottle in her pocket.
After returning last night, she drank that potion, and the effects completely shocked her.
Not only did her polluted skin recover its fairness, but even the residual evil aura after using the new materials was completely washed away.
Zoe had never experienced such a tranquil and peaceful feeling.
Recalling the scene of their conversation, her heartbeat couldn't help but quicken a bit.
"If he is found to have not completed the work, he will be kicked out, right..." Worry flashed in Zoe's eyes.
Inside the warehouse.
William tossed an empty silver jar to the side.
After sorting the materials last night, he let Zoe leave.
Afterward, he quickly processed a batch of materials; the purity of this portion was all between 90% and 100%.
As for such "defective products", they could naturally only be used by William himself, while the remaining high-quality materials were left behind.
"It's quite lively outside..."
William had noticed the situation outside long ago.
"This middle-aged woman opened her mouth to question me first... She really is harboring bad intentions."
"The other witches also look aggressive. It seems my 'predecessor' left behind quite a mess."
He shook his head secretly, then stood up and walked towards the window.
"Everyone, don't be anxious. He just arrived, so it's normal for him to make work mistakes. I will assist him in completing the rest of the tasks. I ask for your forgiveness..."
The middle-aged woman Willa kindly placated the witches, but the latter became even more agitated instead.
Clatter.
The protective grating was suddenly pulled up, and a handsome man poked his head out the window.
"Good morning, beautiful ladies."
For a moment, all eyes looked at William.
The witches had varying expressions; it was Willa who spoke up first.
"Why did you open so late? These ladies have been waiting for a long time!"
"Yeah! I still have witchcraft training this morning!"
William picked up a yellowed piece of paper from the desk; some of the content on it was already very blurry.
He pointed at one of the rules.
The group of witches leaned in close, only to see it written—Open daily from 7:00 AM to 8:00 AM, and 3:00 PM to 4:00 PM.
Subsequently, William pointed to the clock hanging above the window; the hands had just reached exactly 7:00 AM.
"Now is the stipulated opening time. Could it be that Mrs. Willa hadn't informed you ladies beforehand?"
"I..." Willa was instantly speechless.
And the other witches also had strange expressions on their faces.
They only realized at this moment that they were still following the schedule set by Gerry.
And that scumbag, in order to have more time to drag the girls into the warehouse, wished this place was open 24/7.
Right now, the witches making a fuss here instead made it look like... they themselves were rushing to be a bunch of bitches.
Seeing no one speak, William sighed with emotion: "I had long heard that the witches in the academy work very hard. I didn't expect it to truly be like this."
Pfft...
Zoe hurriedly covered her mouth.
Subsequently, she looked around.
Those guys who had previously made deals with Gerry and even took pride in it all lowered their heads at this time.
Seeing this scene, Zoe felt a burst of joy in her heart.
"Mr. William!"
At this time, Mrs. Willa suddenly pulled William into the warehouse.
She looked at a pile of silver jars on the floor; only a small number of them had been placed on the wooden shelves. She already had an idea in her heart.
Ahem.
Willa suppressed the anger from being contradicted just now, instead revealing a smile.
"Mr. William, have those materials been fully processed? If it's only these, it's far from enough."
"As you know, the combined witchcraft is very important. If your lack of ability causes the girls' progress to slow down, then..."
Her words seemed to be completely considering William's sake everywhere.
"I understand that for a commoner wizard, a job at the academy is very hard to come by. So I can specifically intercede with Ms. Fiona on your behalf."
"However, in that case, you will have to be completely responsible for the materials in the future..."
William raised an eyebrow.
"So this woman harbored this purpose," he thought inwardly.
He saw that Willa wasn't tainted with any evil aura and thought the other party had used some kind of purification item.
Looking at it now, this woman had never even touched material processing.
The previous Gerry probably wouldn't let her interfere, and now... she obviously wanted to keep this situation going.
But William didn't want to leave an impression of "insufficient ability" on that Supreme Witch. After all, he still had to find clues to the remains from her.
"So you were worrying about this matter. You are truly a good person," William said with a look of surprise.
Willa's wrinkled face twitched, squeezing out a smile.
"But rest assured, these are all already processed materials. It's just that their purities are different..." William immediately picked up a silver jar, and Willa's smile froze on her face.
She inspected it and found that this guy in front of her had actually completely processed two days' worth of materials. She instantly had a constipated expression.
"Then I will go distribute the materials first." William bowed slightly.
"Five portions of high-quality materials."
Quinti was the first to squeeze to the door, putting down five silver coins.
For some reason, the first glance she laid on this new assistant, she felt an inner resistance, seemingly very unwilling to encounter the other party.
But for the sake of the combined witchcraft, Quinti could only bite the bullet.
On the other side, William just took a glance and shook his head.
Quinti immediately frowned: "What do you mean? One silver coin to buy one portion of material, this has always been the rule. Do you actually want to charge five coins?"
William shook his head again and pointed to that yellowed paper.
Quinti followed his direction. Through difficult deciphering, she understood the content on it—Only one portion can be claimed per day.
This rule was originally also out of consideration for the witches' safety, preventing them from inhaling too much evil aura and having problems.
It was just that it was later forgotten by people for various reasons.
"One silver coin for one portion of material, limited to one portion per day. From now on, everything will follow this rule," William said.
As soon as his voice fell, many girls revealed surprised looks.
They were all prepared to argue with this new assistant, but they didn't expect the other party to bring it up proactively.
This was a rare thing in the Witch Academy!
After all... competition and profit were the means to survive here.
"Of course, this is for normal quality evil materials. If you want high quality..."
William held up five fingers: "It's still five silver coins."
Quinti originally wanted to drop it, but hearing this, she frowned again.
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