The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

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The next day, Moran was awakened by the bell.

Starting from six o'clock, the bell rang every hour.

At first, Moran, who was extremely sleepy, could still try to ignore the sound, but when the bell rang nine times, she finally couldn't help but open her eyes.

She was completely awakened.

She rubbed her dry eyes, shook her tired head, and went downstairs to wash up.

There was still a little water left from the water she brought back yesterday, but there was no water left after brushing teeth and washing face.

There was no water left even for drinking.

Moran resigned himself to his fate and took the bucket out. The doors of the dormitories on both sides were closed, and Vasida and Sylph had not gotten up yet.

"Moran! Good morning!"

"Good morning! Senior Lilith!"

On the water tower in the backyard of the dormitory in front, Lilith was filling the water tower: "Are you going to get water?"

"Yeah!" Moran saw the trickle of water flowing out of the tip of the senior's staff and was speechless.

Envy? Of course I envy.

But with the same magic, last night's light spell was big and bright, but the water flow of this spring spell is so small, is it really normal?

"How did you sleep last night?" Lilith asked.

Moran nodded with two dark circles under his eyes: "Not bad! It's just that the morning bell was too loud!"

"Haha! It will be fine after you learn the silence spell!" Lilith said with a smile.

Moran: "..."

Very good, the freshmen must learn another magic.

The college is really full of pits. If you don't study magic well, you can't live well at all!

Moran walked all the way to the well.

This morning seems to be a good time to cast the spring spell.

The seniors who lived in the row of dormitories in front were filling their water towers in the yard.

The more proficient the seniors were in water magic, the more delicate the Qingquan technique was.

If she hadn't seen her mother Shana, who was not good at water magic, perform the Qingquan technique, Moran would have almost thought that the Qingquan technique relied on the delicate flow of water.

She went back and forth between the well and the dormitory three or five times, and the Qingquan techniques of the seniors were still flowing.

Fortunately, there were more than one first-year witch who got up early to fetch water, and they all accepted the attention of the seniors.

The seniors were all warm and friendly, and showed great concern for their manual water fetching behavior, but no one offered to help them fill the water with magic, and they did their own things thoroughly.

Moran had forgotten how many times she had run, and she only knew that the bell of the academy rang twelve times, and she was so tired that her arms could not be straightened, so she stopped.

The water tank was only half full.

She hadn't had breakfast yet, and was hungry and thirsty.

She cut a small piece of breadfruit and ate it with a frown on her face the whole time. It was so sour that she couldn't control her expression.

She felt a little full, so she stopped eating immediately.

Even if this acidity was harmless to the teeth and stomach, it was unbearable to eat it as a staple food every day.

But it was very refreshing. After eating the breadfruit, the discomfort she felt from lack of sleep last night disappeared.

Moran really didn't want to continue eating breadfruit at night, so she found a basket and went out.

With a bucket of water in her left hand and another in her right, Wahida walked briskly and steadily past her dormitory. When she heard the door open, she looked over:

"Moran! Is the water tank full? I'll help you! The seniors said that the academy forbids them to provide us with life assistance, but we can help each other!"

Moran shook her head: "I got some in the morning, enough for several days."

Although it was a bit tiring to get water, if you can do it yourself, you should do it yourself.

After all, this is also a training for them from the academy.

"That means it's not full yet..." Wahida said.

Hilph heard the sound and opened the door to come out. She was eating breadfruit.

Washida asked Hilph if she wanted to help get water, but Hilph refused.

She got up only a little later than Moran and had already gotten a few buckets of water.

Moran asked them: "Do you want to go get the ingredients together?"

"Okay!" Hilph had eaten breadfruit in the morning and at noon this morning. She was full, but her mouth was sour when she thought of the breadfruit.

"You guys go, I won't go. I ate too much last night and I'm not hungry yet!" said Vasida.

For her, breadfruit is much more filling than ordinary food.

It's convenient and quick to stuff directly into the stomach, and you don't even have to endure the sour taste.

It's just perfect for her.

Sylph also went back to the dormitory to get a basket.

"The food collection point is near the planting area, go there!" Moran said, looking at the map in the "New Student Guide".

"Let's go!" Sylph waved her hand with the basket.

The two walked out of the road next to the dormitory area and turned left at the intersection.

After passing the breadfruit forest, the view suddenly opened up.

The low fence enclosed a vast field.

There were large tracts of farmland in the near distance, and a row of houses in the far distance. The area behind the houses was surrounded by continuous green hedges and high walls, and the tree crowns behind the walls could be seen.

The planting area is divided into farmland and herb garden. Behind the green hedge is the herb garden.

The food pick-up point is at the row of houses outside the herb garden.

"Moran! Look!" Sylph said excitedly, pointing to the farmland.

Moran looked in the direction of her finger, confused.

The crops that were particularly lively and the big butterflies that were flying around were nothing special. She was more curious about what was planted in the herb garden than the farmland, but unfortunately the hedge wall blocked her view.

"Look, is there a fairy among those big butterflies?" Sylph couldn't hide her excitement: "A little person with wings who can raise and command insects and take care of plants, just like what is said in the "Young Witch Book"!"

After hearing this, Moran hurried to see it, with her eyes wide open. After looking for a long time, she could barely distinguish the one that was different from the big butterflies. She was as excited as Sylph: "It really looks like a fairy!"

"Wearing a little skirt made of small green leaves, it should be a green leaf fairy who is good at cultivating and caring for green plants! It looks very cute!"

Moran could only barely see that the "butterfly" seemed to have hands and feet, directing the actions of other butterflies: "..."

Her eyes were about to pop out, and she couldn't see what the fairy looked like, let alone identify what kind of fairy it was.

Moran was not surprised to think that Sylph's father was an elf.

Although the offspring of a witch must be a witch regardless of the race of the father, witches sometimes inherit the racial advantages and individual characteristics of the paternal bloodline.

The elves' super vision and hearing are among them.

The two walked along the path in the field without hesitation, deep into the farmland, forgetting the food collection point.

The food collection point is right there, and it won't run away, but the cute and magical little elves are not often seen!