Chapter 1005 - A Letter from the Desert (1/2)
Chapter 1005: A Letter from the Desert
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
“Achoo!”
When Lorgar got out of her warm bed, she felt a dull, throbbing pain on both sides of her head. She smacked her lips, still able to taste the remnant flavor of the strawberry liquor between her teeth.
“Looks like… I’m having a hangover again.”
“Aw…”
An almost inaudible moan escaped her lips.
Lorgar had been like this ever since she had returned from the war.
She blamed the chief, Roland Wimbledon for all of her misery.
All the witches who had participated in the war were well rewarded for their services. Some had received dozens of dollars while some received over a hundred dollars. Lorgar had received a remuneration of 35 dollars, which equated to around 100 gold royals.
It was common to reward soldiers and warriors after a war. Mojin warriors were willing to bet their lives on a holy duel not only because of the fame and glory the fight would bring to them but also because of the huge rewards they would receive afterward. Since the desert was always short of resources, the competition for food was fierce. To live a better life, the Mojins had to constantly fight for it.
But the members of the Witch Union viewed their rewards in a completely different way.
Every night after the learning session was over, the castle hall would be filled with noise and laughter.
As the witches now had excessive money to squander, they spent it lavishly on food and shared the food with the others. Andrea was particularly fond of organizing parties as she had received the greatest reward. In fact, she was the person who first started the tradition of carousing and revelry.
Lorgar had to admit that those pretty sheets of paper were magical. She didn’t realize how much she had spent until she actually tallied up the numbers. It was seriously a huge amount.
But she just couldn’t help it…
It was the first time the wolf girl had such an intimate relationship with her peers. After joining the Witch Union, she had soon been accepted by the other witches. Lorgar was quite flattered by their offers of friendship. Although witches were treated as Divine Ladies among the Mojin Clan and were highly respected by most clansmen, Divine Ladies rarely bonded among each other, because each of them represented different rival clans. They would keep a vigilant eye on each other when they met, and certainly would not dine or drink like friends.
Although none of the witches were tight on money, they could still not afford to have too many Chaos Drinks. Therefore, Andrea proposed a resolution through card games. The winner would have Chaos Drinks while the loser White Liquor. No magic was allowed, and those who participated in the game had to hold a God’s Stone in their hand…
The end result—she ended up with a terrible hangover.
Lorgar would never admit the fault to be her own bad luck. So, she attributed everything to the chief.
Had Roland rewarded them with gold royals instead of paper bills, she would have saved up instead of spending them so recklessly.
“No, this has to stop.”
The wolf girl patted her cheeks.
She kept reminding herself that the purpose of this trip was to polish her combat skills. If she continued to indulge herself in endless parties and games, she would forget all her fighting techniques.
Lorgar had never seen any of the God’s Punishment Witches abandon themselves to worldly pleasure. They were always so dignified, solemn and self-possessed. That was what a seasoned warrior should look like!
Lorgar took a deep breath, pulled on a sweater and got off the bed. She planned to visit the Third Border City after brushing her teeth and washing her face.
Every single witch in the Third Border City was an excellent warrior. Since Lorgar was not allowed to leave the city alone, she thought it a good idea to learn some combat techniques from the God’s Punishment Witches.
Just as Lorgar walked out of her bedroom, she noticed a piece of parchment wedged underneath the living room door.