“Ha—choo—”

When Logia crawled out of the warm bed, her head still throbbed slightly. She smacked her lips, the lingering aroma of strawberry white wine still lingering between her teeth.

Looks like… she drank too much again.

“Ooo…”

She couldn't help but let out a low whimper from her throat.

This state had been going on for more than a week since returning from the expedition.

The "culprit" was naturally Roland Wimbledon, the Grand Chieftain.

All the witches who participated in the battle received a generous reward, some as little as dozens of paper bills, and some as many as over a hundred. As a frontline fighter, she also received thirty-five rewards, which is about a hundred gold royals.

Post-war rewards were common practice. The Mojin warriors were willing to fight to the death in the Sacred Duel, not only to show their bravery and glory, but also to strive for more rewards – the resource-poor desert made it difficult to nurture everyone, and such competition was everywhere if they wanted to live better.

However, everyone in the Witch Union had a completely different attitude towards rewards.

The castle hall was always very lively after the evening study.

With a surplus in their pockets, their greatest pleasure was to take out the paper bills and exchange them for all kinds of food from the kitchen, and then share them with everyone. Especially Andrea, who not only had the most rewards, but was also extremely good at organizing banquets. It could even be said that she initiated this trend.

It had to be said that these beautiful paper pieces seemed to contain a magical power of God, and there was no pressure to spend them. Only when Logia converted them afterwards did she realize that everyone's expenses in one night were really amazing.

But such activities couldn't be stopped at all...

It was the first time the wolf girl had felt such close contact between peers - after deciding to join the Witch Union, she was quickly recognized and accepted by everyone, and such trust even made her feel a little flattered. Although the witches born in the Mojin sands were called goddesses and were respected by most of the clan members, there were very few deep friendships between the goddesses. After all, they were the sharp blades used by various tribes to compete for status, and let alone eating and drinking together, they would be highly vigilant even when they met.

Of course, although everyone had extra money, it was still quite difficult to enjoy the Chaos Drink to the fullest, so Andrea came up with several card guessing games. The winner drank the drink, the loser drank the white wine, and they were not allowed to use their abilities. Only those holding the God Stone could participate—

Then, she became like this.

Is my luck really that bad? Logia naturally wouldn't admit it, so it was all the Grand Chieftain's fault.

If he hadn't come up with such a paper money reward, but instead issued gold royals as before, she wouldn't have believed that everyone would be so generous as to use it all up!

No, this can't go on any longer.

The wolf girl patted her cheeks.

Don't forget that you came here to hone your warrior skills. If you indulge yourself like this, your skills will be wasted!

She had never seen those God's Punishment Witches celebrate like this. No matter when, they were so solemn and steady. This was the outstanding warrior who had been tempered by time!

Logia took a deep breath, put on her sweater, and got out of bed, planning to wash up and go to the Third Border City to take a look.

Everyone there was extraordinary. Since she wasn't allowed to leave the city alone, it would be a good choice to spar with them.

As soon as she walked out of the bedroom, she noticed half a piece of parchment stuffed under the living room door.

After joining the Witch Union, she also moved to the Witch Building in the castle area and lived with Xuelun, but the latter usually only slept here when necessary, so most of the time she was the only one in the room.

So this is for her?

Logia drew out the paper, and found that it was a letter, opening the seal, and what came into view was her father's familiar handwriting.

"My daughter, how is it going in Neverwinter City? Is anyone bullying you?"

Without the cumbersome beginning and wording of the Northern Kingdom, the handwriting was still scribbled and messy, but in an instant, it made her smell a trace of the desert.

She couldn't help but wag her tail.

Although Logia had made up her mind when she left, and didn't think she needed the care of her family, she still felt a warmth from the bottom of her heart when she saw this sentence.

"How is that possible, do you think I'm a three-year-old?" she muttered.

"Haha, I guess this question is asked in vain, because you are Logia Fenhuo, the Third Princess of the Kuangyan Clan. You are the only one who bullies others, and no one bullies you, right?"

"Clan members have now moved from Tiesha City to Bishui Port, and have been allocated a good piece of land near the river beach. Although I don't know how the Grand Chieftain treats you, at least over here, he has not broken his word. The promises of the Sacred Duel are basically being fulfilled. As long as you find a job, you don't have to worry about starving, so more and more tribes are moving here, and there are many conflicts over resources."

"However, the Northerners and the Bishui Queen's methods are different. They strictly prohibit private fights and resolutely use the Northern Kingdom's laws to solve problems. The efficiency is a little low, but at least we don't have to worry about being treated as consumables. Many sand people recognize this, so the order is still good."

"In addition to rebuilding Bishui Port, the tribe has also reclaimed many farmland in the suburbs outside the city, planting wheat transported through the inner river. Dragonfall Ridge has sent several batches of people to teach us how to dig ditches, fertilize, and harvest. I have to say, it is too easy for the Northerners to fill their stomachs. The food we painstakingly collect from the oasis can be easily grown by them, and it is several times more than ours. Now everyone lives almost the same as the Northerners. I'm not saying this is bad, but without hunting those cunning prey, honing your will and strength, I always feel like something is missing... My daughter, do you have any good ideas?"

"You should ask the elder brother about these questions," Logia pouted, and continued to look down.

"After talking about this side, it's time to talk about you. If... I mean just in case, if the Grand Chieftain treats you well, you might as well find an opportunity to express your intention to serve him. I heard that the nobles of the Northern Kingdom have many hobbies, maybe he is the kind of..."

The wolf girl rolled her eyes.

"Okay, put away your claws, I'm just saying it casually. Speaking of this, I actually want to know more about how much your skills have improved? Have you encountered that kind of terrible enemy? Compared to when you just left, you should have improved a lot, right? But remember, never be impatient and blind, and never forget the path you are pursuing."

Seeing this paragraph, Logia only felt her cheeks burning, and she was so ashamed that she almost wanted to bury her head.

She did encounter demons, and she even had a big battle with them, but her role was basically zero. She originally thought that the front line was the part that came into contact with the enemy earliest, but she didn't expect that the other party couldn't even get within three hundred meters of the position. Except for being covered in dirt by a strange stone pillar, she didn't even see the enemy's face.

If she had known it was like this, she would never have chosen to stay on the front line—at least the artillery camp in the rear had fought a battle.

In addition, the special firearm made for her by the Grand Chieftain was also very uncomfortable to use. The power was indeed amazing, but she always felt that it was not her personal power. She could neither control it as she wished, nor would it continue to grow with training, so it was difficult to associate it with a martial art.

Adding to the indulgence after the war, Logia couldn't help but feel even more guilty.

If it weren't for a small paragraph at the end of the letter, she would have almost wanted to run to the Third Border City.

However, the last part made the wolf girl frown.

"By the way, there is also a small problem. I heard that Tiesha City has been unstable recently. The large clans that have not yet moved seem to be very dissatisfied with the large number of sand people leaving Yin Chuan Oasis, but the specific situation is not clear. As for whether to tell the Grand Chieftain, the choice is yours. If he is overly critical of you because of your appearance, it is normal for him to suffer a little, isn't it?"

This question almost didn't need to be hesitated.

Logia put away the letter, opened the door, and was about to go to the castle first when she happened to see Wendy appearing at the end of the corridor.

She hurried forward and saluted, "Can you take me to see His Majesty? I have something important I want to tell him."

"What a coincidence?" Wendy blinked and chuckled, "His Majesty also wants to see you. Come with me."