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Chapter 1005: A Letter from the Desert

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

"Achoo!"

When Lorgar got out of her war 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'ain"

"Aw"

An alar 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 ell rewarded for their services Some had received dozens of dollars while soar had received a reold royals

It was common to reward soldiers and warriors after a war Mojin warriors illing to bet their lives on a holy duel not only because of the fa to thee 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 co 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 adical She didn't realize how much she had spent until she actually tallied up the nue amount

But she just couldn't help it

It was the first tiirl had such an inti 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 ahly respected byeach other, because each of theilant 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 ame 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 theold royals instead of paper bills, she would have saved up instead of spending theirl patted her cheeks

She kept re herself that the purpose of this trip was to polish her coe herself in endless parties and gaar had never seen any of the God's Punishment Witches abandon thenified, solemn and self-possessed That hat 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 froar walked out of her bedrooed underneath the living room door