If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

The 12 witches are Shasta from Nightmare, Margaret from Blood, Edith from Mind Reading, Gwen from Block, Monica from Void, Xia Lulu from Warcraft, Lusha from Healing, and Flame from Mabel, Swift Brenna, Dark Lucia, Fighting Zelda, Unyielding Saya.

Everyone has unique skills and unique tricks!

The combat power and skills are astonishing!

Margaret was even more of an unexpected surprise!

At present, they have passed the interview for the time being, and they will have an internship period later to observe the situation.

Roman felt that these witches were all experienced and very slick.

He thought of the mercenaries he had captured.

The mercenaries of the Mud Swamp are much more powerful than ordinary levies, and their equipment is also considered sophisticated.

Gale spent a lot of money to hire three thousand mercenaries.

But Roman only captured half.

After cleaning up the battlefield, it was found that only about 400 mercenaries died in the battle, which meant that a full thousand mercenaries greased their soles and ran against the wind.

Veterans are mostly like this.

Strong combat effectiveness and stronger battlefield survivability.

Of course, only a few witches would give him this feeling.

Older people have experienced more and have lived longer. They take everything lightly and are a bit unfocused.

Some of these witches were in their forties or fifties, some in their twenties or thirties, and the youngest was only seventeen years old.

Perhaps because they are strong men, the witches do not look old. Their tattered clothes look a bit like palace attire, so they must have lived a good life before.

After Roman completed the basic ability investigation, he arranged a place for them and let them sort out.

Wash yourself and put on new clothes.

…

He did not build bathhouses on a large scale.

Without the manpower and energy, just boiling water would be troublesome.

But there is a bathing room in the Origin Manor, which is always equipped with charcoal and iron pots.

The maids boiled water in advance and brought in several large bathtubs and benches.

But with about ten people pouring in, it still seemed a bit crowded.

"Hey, there's soap!" Monica quickly grabbed two pieces.

"There's no shortage of soap," the maid said primly.

"Come on, Edith, I got it specially for you." Monica handed a piece to Edith, who rolled her eyes, "Then I really thank you!"

"You're welcome!" she replied.

The maids put the towels and bath towels in the tub and then left. They really didn't want to be with this group of strange witches.

"That guy is quite generous."

"I say you should have some respect for him. That guy doesn't look easy to fool."

"Edith, what do you think?"

Edith scooped up a ladle of hot water, poured it down from the top of her head, and flowed through her body, immediately letting out a comfortable moan.

"Oh, in such a short period of time, I only know that he treats us as fools. What do you want me to think?"

Monica interjected: "It allows us to take a hot bath comfortably every day, let alone be a fool. Even if we are a fool, we will be happy, so as not to have so many worries."

"That's all you have."

"Ah, yes, our eldest sister Gwen has great ambitions. If you can, don't take a hot bath."

"I won't wash it. Come on, little Lusha, come and help me wash my hair."

"You know how to command Lusha! I'm really not afraid that our little Lusha will strangle you bastard in the middle of the night! I can't stand it anymore! Lusha, don't listen to her, come and rub my back, I want to take a bath."

"Edith! You son of a bitch! You jumped into the bathtub without even wiping the mud off your body! You are such a bastard! The water is all dirty! How can you let others wash it!"

"Don't crowd, don't crowd. There are plenty of bathtubs. You go to other tubs!"

"Ah~~comfortable!"

Someone suddenly said: "What if he regrets it?"

"Yes, in case he can't handle the pressure, and our verbal agreement is not binding."

"It's hard to find a place to stay. Just kick us out and that's it."

"Shasta, think of a way quickly."

Shasta's eyelids twitched as he washed Margaret's hair, "Just don't mess with him."

"Then how can we not offend him?"

"Stop pretending! I'm warning you, this is not a witch forest, and there is no prophet to pamper you. It's okay to be kicked out, but if someone breaks the rules and does something wrong, don't expect other sisters to save her. "

"Then how do we know that he is really that good, saving witches for no reason, just for our power? That's weird. I won't tell you whether I believe it or not, but let's ask the sisters whether they believe it or not." Gwen sneered.

"I think Sister Gwen is right. He must be planning something." Other witches also agreed.

Shasta didn't bother to talk to these suspicious sisters.

When Margaret got up, she lay there too and let Margaret's fingers run through her hair.

Taking a shower gives you a clean feeling.

For a wanderer covered in dust, that kind of cleanliness is even more obvious.

She felt a long-lost peace of mind.

If I have to describe it, then only wonderful can be used to describe it.

No need to worry about the future, no need to worry about the past, no need to dare to light a bonfire in the middle of the night.

Instead, he can take off his clothes openly, let the warm water moisturize his body and hair, and the muscles in his whole body do not need to be tense.

It's time to relax, she told herself.

In this era, taking a bath means leisurely and comfortable time. Since the collapse of Witch Forest, she has never been able to experience it again.

The only drawback is that the flies in my ears still haven’t gone away.

"Shasta! Shasta! Say something!"

"Hey, tell me, is he in Tushasta?"

"possible!"

"Probably!"

"When did Shasta find a mistress?"

There was more and more teasing, and even the young sisters who couldn't get a word in, were usually relatively silent, and couldn't keep up with the speed of the car, looked over.

She had to prove her innocence: "It's nothing!"

"Look! I just said yes! She refuted everything."

"unambiguous evidence!"

"There is adultery!"

"What adultery! It's clearly love! Lord Lei Lei can rest in peace."

"How about we clean up Shasta and send him there."

She opened her eyes and saw many hands reaching out, and said angrily: "Can you guys calm down! If you can't trust him, can't you trust me?"

She has a cold personality, but she really can't stand these idiots at this moment. She couldn't help but curse loudly: "Edith is taking a bath peacefully! If something goes wrong! She will be the first to run away! It's not your turn to worry!"

Edith was immersed in the warm water from the neck down, leaning against the edge of the bucket without moving, and said lazily: "Monica is right, being treated as a fool is not a bad thing, at least you don't have to worry about anything."

After a moment of uproar, the bathroom fell into silence again.

"I said, Shasta, I'm serious. Otherwise, go ahead and give it a try. You have to pay something. Those guys treat witches as dirty things. We are not like the Prophet and Lord Thunder, who have not gone through the Black Iron Age. I don’t know what it feels like for a witch to be respected, but we have sacrificed so many people just to create that kind of environment. Now that we have failed, we will have no chance in this life... If we meet someone who can regard a witch as It’s not easy for people to see nobles…”

The older witch spoke softly, her voice trembling a little, getting thinner and thinner in the air, until it was so thin that it was no longer there, and the surroundings were as quiet as death.

Kavin, more updates tomorrow