"Ha — yawn —"
When Lorgar crawled out of the warm quilt, her head was still a little swollen. She smacked her lips and tasted the lingering fragrance of the strawberry liquor.
It seemed that... she had drunk too much again.
"Owww..."
She could not help but let out a low whimper.
She had been like this for more than a week since she returned from the battle.
The "culprit" was, of course, Chief Roland Wimbledon.
All the witches who participated in the battle received a generous reward, ranging from dozens of notes to more than 100. As a frontline fighter, she also received 35, which was equivalent to almost 100 Golden Dragon Coins.
It was common for Mojin warriors to be rewarded after the battle. The reason why the Mojin warriors were willing to fight with their lives in the holy duel was not only to show their bravery and glory, but also to fight for more rewards. It was difficult to nourish everyone in the resource-poor desert. If they wanted to live a better life, they had to compete with each other.
However, the witches in the Witch Union treated the rewards differently.
Every night, after the study, the castle hall would be very lively.
With extra money in their pockets, the witches' greatest pleasure was to exchange the notes for various kinds of food in the kitchen and then share them with the others. Andrea, in particular, not only received the most rewards, but she was also very good at organizing banquets. It could even be said that she was the one who started this trend.
Lorgar had to admit that these beautiful pieces of paper seemed to contain some kind of magical power. They spent them effortlessly. It was only when Lorgar calculated the total amount of money they had spent that night that Lorgar realized.
However, this kind of activity could not be stopped...
It was the first time that the Wolf Girl experienced such intimate contact among her peers. After deciding to join the Witch Union, she was quickly recognized and accepted by everyone. She was even a little flattered by their trust. Although witches born among the Mojin Sand Nation were called Divine Ladies and were respected by most of the people, Divine Ladies rarely interacted with each other. After all, they were the sharp blades of the race for status. Not to mention eating and drinking together, they would even be extremely vigilant when meeting each other.
Of course, although everyone had extra money, it was still difficult to drink Chaos Drinks to their heart's content. Therefore, Andrea came up with a few guessing games. The winner would drink Chaos Drinks, and the loser would drink white wine. Abilities were not allowed, and only those with God's Stones could participate —
Then, she became like this.
Was his luck really that bad? Naturally, Lorgar wouldn't admit it, so it was all the Great Chieftain's fault.
If he hadn't come up with such a paper reward, and instead gave out the Golden Dragon like before, she didn't believe that everyone would be so generous as to use it up so quickly!
No, he couldn't let this continue.
The wolf girl patted her cheeks.
Don't forget that you're here to hone your martial arts. If you continue to indulge yourself like this, your skills will go to waste!
She had never seen the God's Punishment Witches celebrate like this. They were always so solemn and calm. This was the tempering of outstanding warriors!
Lorgar took a deep breath, put on her sweater, and got out of bed. She planned to go to the Third Border City after washing up.
Everyone there had extraordinary skills. Since he was not allowed to leave the city alone, it was not a bad choice to spar with them.
As soon as she walked out of the bedroom, she noticed a piece of parchment tucked under the door of the living room.
After joining the Witch Union, she moved to the Witch Building in the Castle District and lived with Sharon. However, Sharon only slept here when necessary, so most of the time, she was alone in the room.
So this was for her?
Curiously, Lorgar took out the parchment and found it was a letter. She opened the seal and saw her father's familiar handwriting.
[My daughter, how are you doing in Neverwinter? Did anyone bully you? ]
The handwriting was still sloppy, without the complicated opening and wording of the northern letters. But at that moment, she smelled a hint of desert.
She couldn't help wagging her tail.
Although Lorgar had made up her mind when they parted and didn't think that she still needed her family's care, she still felt a warmth from the bottom of her heart when she saw this sentence.
"How could it be? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" she muttered.
[Ha, it seems that I didn't ask this question. Because you're Lorgar Burning Flame, the third princess of the Wildflame clan. Only you bully others, no one will bully you, right? ]
[Members of the clan have now moved from Iron Sand City to the Port of Clearwater and have been allocated a good piece of land near the river. Although I don't know how the chief treats you, at least he didn't break his promise here. The holy duel has basically been carried out. As long as you can find a job, you don't have to worry about starvation. Therefore, more and more tribes have moved here, and there have been many conflicts over resources. ]
[But the northern people are different from the Queen of Clearwater. They forbid private fights and resolutely use the northern law to solve problems. It's a bit inefficient, but at least we don't have to worry about being used as consumables. There are many Sand Nation people who agree with this, so the order is not bad. ]
[In addition to rebuilding the Port of Clearwater, the tribe has also opened up a lot of farmland in the suburbs outside the city to plant the wheat transported by the river. The Fallen Dragon Ridge has sent several groups of people to teach us how to dig ditches, fertilize, and harvest. I have to say, it's really easy for the northern people to fill their stomachs. The food we collect from the oasis is easily grown by them, and they can grow it several times more than we can. Now everyone is almost living like the northern people. I'm not saying it's bad, but I always feel that something is missing when we don't have to hunt those cunning prey and hone our willpower and strength … My daughter, do you have any good ideas? ]
"You should ask the eldest brother these questions," Lorgar curled her lips and continued to read.
[After talking about the things here, it's time to talk about you. If … I mean, if the chief treats you well, you might as well find an opportunity to show your service to him. I heard that the northern nobles have many hobbies, maybe he's one of them …]
The wolf girl suddenly rolled her eyes.
[Well, put away your claws, I was just saying. Compared to this, I actually want to know to what extent your skills have improved? Did you meet a terrible enemy? Compared to when you first left, you should have made a lot of progress, right? But remember, no matter when, don't be impatient and blind, and never forget the path you are pursuing. ]
Reading this paragraph, Lorgar only felt her cheeks burning, and she almost wanted to bury her head in shame.
She did meet the demons and had a big fight with them, but she basically played no role. She thought that the front line would be the first to encounter the enemy, but she didn't expect that the enemy could not even get within 300 meters of the position. She didn't even see the face of the enemy except for being covered in dirt by a strange stone pillar.
If she had known this, she would not have chosen to stay in the front line — at least she had fought in the artillery camp in the rear.
In addition, she wasn't used to using the special firearm that the great chief had forged for her. Its power was indeed astonishing, but she always felt that it wasn't her own strength. She couldn't control it as she pleased, and it wouldn't grow with training. It was very difficult to associate it with a martial technique.
And thinking of the indulgence after the war, Lorgar could not help but feel even more guilty.
If not for the short paragraph at the end of the letter, she almost wanted to fly to the Third Border City.
However, the last part of the letter made the wolf girl frown.
[By the way, there is a small problem. I heard that the Iron Sand City is not very stable recently. The big clans that have not yet moved seem to be very dissatisfied with a large number of Sand Nation people leaving the Silver Stream Oasis, but the specific situation is not clear. As for whether to tell the chief, it is up to you. If he is too harsh on you because of your appearance, it is normal to let him suffer a little, isn't it? ]
This question hardly needed any hesitation.
Lorgar put away the letter and opened the door. When she was about to go to the castle, she happened to see Vendy appear at the end of the corridor.
She hurried forward and saluted. "Can you take me to see His Majesty? I have something important to tell him. "
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