Chapter 11: Joyful Enemies and Cats

"Research Witch, huh? Then I suggest you choose a long wand."

Regarding Dorothy's decision, Alice was struggling on the side, seeming to have a lot of opinions, but the shop owner, the old man, naturally had no opinions. He just continued to give advice following professional ethics.

Among short wands, standard wands, and long wands, the former two were more applicable to the battlefield and were also the wand types that the vast majority of Armed Witches would choose.

After all, the battlefield changes rapidly. Sometimes casting a spell a moment faster can truly save a life. In this regard, short wands have a huge advantage.

And the standard wand's comprehensive and flawless advantage also had higher adaptability to the complex combat environment of the battlefield.

As for the long wand, which saves mana and gives magic greater amplification, it was generally only applied to long-range bombardment-type and auxiliary-type Armed Witch troops. These types of witches were generally stationed in the relatively safe rear, releasing mana to their heart's content under heavy protection.

It was just that these types of witches were also easily targeted for assassination and beheading by the enemy, and the danger was a bit high. In order to reduce unnecessary personnel losses, the Council of Sages set a relatively high entry threshold for these two types of professions, generally only cultivating the most talented witches in these two directions.

In this way, if anyone still didn't have eyes and wanted to come and engage in assassination, they would definitely be able to experience the cruelty of a "hexagonal genius."

After all, if you can't beat a general assault witch of the same rank in melee combat, how can you have the face to become a bombardment witch or an auxiliary witch?

Therefore, these two types of witches had always been the elite arms among Armed Witches, generally receiving commissions as officers upon graduation from the Witch Academy.

And "elite" also meant a small number of people. Most witches who volunteered for the armed direction actually only had the choice of the "assault-type Armed Witch" that was already everywhere and could collide head-on with enemies on the front battlefield.

Hmm, Alice was a "disgraceful" assault witch. Although this little girl had high mana talent and was enough to be a bombardment-type or auxiliary-type witch, her talents and specialties were almost all front-line assault types. She was a natural assault witch, so there was no way around it.

*Hehehehe, although it's very unkind to say so, every time Dorothy, as a sister, thought of this, she couldn't help but want to laugh out loud with schadenfreude. *

Of course, although assault witches were common to the point of being everywhere, it didn't mean they were weak. Bombardment-type and auxiliary-type witches could only bully people at low levels. If they really encountered a big shot of the assault type, they would still be beaten until they cried for their parents once they were approached.

After all, don't easily use your side hobby to challenge someone's professional job.

Dorothy believed that her sister would definitely become one of the top assault witches in the future, but...

*Hmm, "Heaven will place a great burden on a man, he must first suffer his heart and mind, labor his muscles and bones..."*

She hoped Alice could endure this lonely growth period before becoming famous.

"Hahahaha..."

Dorothy finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

This made the shop owner, the old man, a bit confused.

"Are you dissatisfied with the long wand, Dorothy?"

"No, no, I just thought of something happy just now. I absolutely trust your professional judgment. Let's go with the long wand."

Dorothy held back her laughter again and said seriously.

The old man looked at the customer whose mouth was twitching from holding back laughter with suspicion, but he didn't say much. Since the customer's requirements had been confirmed, it was time for him to start working.

He took these materials and walked into the studio behind the shop again.

And after seeing the old man leave, Dorothy didn't hold back anymore. She laughed happily while letting go of her younger sister, whose mouth she had been covering and who was still struggling.

"Sister, I always feel like you're laughing at me."

The little witch keenly sensed the malice hidden in her sister's smile toward her and was suddenly vigilant.

"No, no, Alice, what are you saying? We are the dearest sisters. How could I laugh at you?"

"Really? That's good."

Alice was also a bit skeptical. She began to suspect whether her intuition had gone wrong, but it shouldn't be possible, right? She had the highest-level "Intuition" talent (SSR). Theoretically, after digging to a high level, she could even briefly predict the future. There was no reason for it to go wrong.

So...

"Sister, you really are laughing at me!"

The little witch frowned, discovering that things were not simple.

"No, really no. I'm just happy because I'm going to have a new wand later."

Dorothy naturally wouldn't admit it.

"You're lying! You're clearly laughing at me. You haven't stopped at all. Tell me, are you looking down on my big assault-type witch again?"

Alice couldn't be fooled so easily this time. She glared at her "scum" sister and began to grit her teeth.

"Swear! Sisters don't laugh at sisters. If you have no ghosts in your heart, then swear, Sister!"

The little witch danced and prepared to pounce on this scum sister to settle the score. It was a pity that Dorothy stretched out a finger and pressed it against Alice's forehead. This little bean sprout's short hands and feet could only massage the air.

And Alice, except for not using mana, had used all the strength of eating milk. Her delicate and cute little face was flushed red, but she never managed to break through her sister's "one-finger Zen" seal.

"Hmph, not playing anymore! You scum sister who doesn't know good from bad. With such good talent, you don't go to the battlefield to make contributions, but you choose to be a Research Witch. Let me tell you, Sister, if you go on like this, after I make contributions and become a lord, you can only go to the construction site of my territory to move bricks."

The little witch looked "hating that iron doesn't become steel" (hating her sister for not being successful). In Alice's view, her own talent as an assault witch was somewhat lacking in gold content. After all, she had been easily suppressed by her sister with one hand since she was a little girl. Then, the sister who could easily suppress her must be a genius above her.

After all, her sister's witch bloodline came from *that* family.

It was just a pity that her sister seemed to have no interest in fighting since she was little. She only knew how to indulge in the magic web and be a "netizen girl." Now, even her career plan was chosen to be a Research path that she thought had no future. This made the little witch very angry.

Clearly, she had always been looking forward to being able to go to the battlefield with her sister. At that time, they would definitely be the most beautiful witches on the battlefield. At that time, they would make contributions together and establish their own witch territory—how beautiful and happy that would be.

Thinking that her long-held expectation was about to fall through, Alice's eyes became moist. She turned away, not wanting to look at this scum sister anymore.

This caught Dorothy off guard. After all, she hadn't laughed at her sister once or twice in the past. This little girl usually just went crazy for a while and was fine. How could she react so strongly today? Why was she crying?

"Don't cry, Alice. Think about it. It's good that you build the territory and Sister goes to help you with construction. Our sisters working together will definitely be able to make the territory bigger and stronger. And don't look down on moving bricks. Earth-wood witches are all future real estate bosses. Let me tell you, real estate in new territories is the most profitable these days. When Sister makes money, I'll support you..."

"Get lost, scum sister! Don't come to me for a month. I won't forgive you."

Once Alice heard her sister becoming even more determined on the path of a Research Witch, her tears fell even faster. Her ideal was shattered even more thoroughly.

"Then let's eat roasted sub-dragon wings tonight."

Dorothy used her "killer move" in desperation.

"Great! Sister is the best! I want a double portion!"

The little witch immediately broke into laughter through her tears. She didn't know where she had thrown the determination not to talk to her sister for a month.

The sisters were playing around like this. Soon, the door to the production room opened again, and the old man walked out from behind the door holding a sleeping little milk cat.

"Mission accomplished, Dorothy. This is your new wand. Give her a name. This is the proudest work of my life."

Dorothy: "..."

Alice: "..."

The sisters looked at the little milk cat in the old man's hand and fell into deep thought.

*What the hell? This is a wand? * ===== CHAPTER 12 =====