Another World Witch Training Manual

024. Cultivation

Watching Ding Ke board the carriage and disappear into the deepening twilight, Xin Lai carefully put away the three gold coins in her hand and, satisfied, instructed the servants to close the castle gates.

Second Brother Simien finally couldn't resist asking for the address of the slave market that sold pointed-eared succubi. However, having just lost his temper, he couldn't bring himself to ask, so he sent Ding Ke to be the messenger.

Asking is one thing, but whether you can get the answer is another.

As a result... Ding Ke's wallet was emptied completely.

As for the succubus with pointed ears, it does exist; it's an Easter egg "product" in "Asgard Elegy".

After purchase, it can be used as a follower character. Each interaction will deduct 0.1 from stamina, strength, agility, and spirit, but will increase health and mana by 500 and grant the "Rage" buff - increasing critical hit rate by 50% and critical hit damage by 100%.

This thing is usually used to stack buffs for the team. It allows unimportant secondary characters to interact with the succubus, and the entire team can gain "Rage". Repeated interactions will stack the buff layer by layer...

However, in this world today, Xinlai is not entirely sure what a succubus actually looks like.

He only knew the address where it was sold, and he also knew that the thing would definitely drain the magic of those who interacted with it...

Shaking her head, Xinlai ignored these trivial matters. She casually summoned a servant to call a craftsman to repair the bedroom, while she herself slowly walked towards the meditation room.

The meditation room is located on the lower level of the castle. Inside, there is a scarecrow for him to practice swordsmanship, a high-class meditation cushion, and various equipment for training the body.

Earlier, Sinley had moved all the training resources she had purchased from Hamilton Magic Academy into the facility.

Upon opening the door, one can immediately sense the chaotic yet intense magical fluctuations emanating from countless resources piled together.

In the center of the meditation room, a beautiful figure dressed in a white halter top sat quietly on a futon.

Several water-attribute cultivation resources that aid in meditation were evenly surrounding Eve, indicating that she had been meditating for a while.

It's more accurate to say that the white camisole was custom-made for Eve by Xinlai.

She barely covered those two soft little watermelons, her slender waist was completely exposed, and the thin, wispy skirts on both sides covered the tops of her legs. Her long, white legs were curled up on the cushion, gleaming vividly under the lamplight.

This wasn't something Eve wanted to wear... The Demonbler was really uncomfortable on her, and Sinlai hadn't had time to get her any new clothes, so she could only wear this for the time being.

Incidentally, the white suspenders and eye bags were originally a set. Whether Eve became a witch or not, they could suppress half of her magic power and also conceal magic fluctuations.

Eve, as expected of a noble lady, had just been through some trouble with Xinlai, but now she had changed her clothes and seemed to have taken a bath in the bathroom. There was a faint fragrance of soapberry on her body.

Moreover, it seems that Eve trusted Xinlai at least a little bit, as she actually found the meditation room on her own and chose suitable resources to enter into meditation.

Xinlai remembered the task assigned by the system: to raise Eve's level to lv.30.

To reach this level, besides accumulating resources, we'll probably have to take her out for some training.

Logically speaking, taking Xinlai as an example, with ample resources and a step-by-step training approach, it would be normal for someone with mediocre talent to advance one level per year.

Someone with exceptional talent like Simien was already approaching level 35 at the age of 25, and could level up 1.5 levels a year.

For others, leveling up isn't simply about killing monsters; it's a combination of factors including stat accumulation, combat experience, multi-dimensional attributes, and the availability of resources.

Xinlai glanced at Eve's attribute panel:

Name: Tanstin Eve

Race: Human (Extremely Short-Lived Race)

[Level: 26]

[HP: 10800/10800]

【Magic Power: 100/96000】

【属性：体力15、奥术41、力量14、技巧11、敏捷12、精神54】

At her current cultivation speed, with the accumulation of resources and her imminent advancement to witch, reaching level 27 in the short term shouldn't be a problem. The remaining 3 levels will likely have to be slowly honed in the wild.

Sinley, on the other hand, was really looking forward to the day Eve would become a witch.

According to the system skill "Mutual Appreciation," contracting a witch will return double the benefits:

Eve levels up by 1, and he levels up by 2. If he reaches level 25, he can then request permission from his father, King Bermelt, to select a suitable weapon from the treasury…

The tricks may be old, but the allure remains undiminished.

Who wouldn't want a weapon that perfectly fits their own shape?

Xinlai glanced at Eve casually. Under the light, her snow-white shoulders with a hint of pink were particularly eye-catching, making one want to plant a few little hickeys on them. The curves of her body, faintly visible under the white camisole, were even more tempting to explore.

cough.

Xinlai coughed twice, startling Eve from her meditation.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the cultivation resources surrounding her were enveloped by magic, falling to the ground in an orderly fashion.

Eve could sense that her cultivation speed had indeed increased considerably since she had taken a half-step into the realm of witches.

"How does it feel?"

Xinlai leaned against the side, her tone concerned.

Eve looked at him with a complicated expression, unsure of what to say.

If you say Xinlai is a womanizer, then he did indeed buy a whole truckload of cultivation resources and piled them up here for her to use; if you say he's reliable, then he still prepared this white tank top for her...

"Hmm...it's alright..."

As Eve spoke, she draped the robe beside her over herself, wrapping it tightly around her body, as if afraid that Xinlai would see her even a little more.

Xinlai nodded: "Your talent should be able to sustain you in meditation for four to five hours. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Oh……"

Seeing that he didn't even glance at her twice, Eve secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought Xinlai was going to find some excuse to touch her again...

Eve had actually wondered why Xinlai had saved and helped her. Ultimately, it was either because she wanted her body or because she coveted the support of the Tanstin family behind her.

But after spending the day together, apart from feeling that he was a bit mischievous and not entirely honest, there was really nothing wrong with him.

He was neither honest nor thorough; all those transgressions were done to help her.

As for other things... surely he couldn't be unaware that having her meant the support of the Tanstin family, right?

When Eve saw that Xinlai was ignoring her, she took down a training sword from the wall and began practicing basic swordsmanship on the scarecrow.

Simple slashes, simple straight cuts, simple spinning cuts, simple thrusts...

Sweat mingled with the flying debris from the scarecrow, swirling in the air. Eve stared, momentarily stunned, at Xinlai's focused and diligent expression.

The image of Xinlai fighting the shadowy figure in the dungeon flashed through her mind:

His movements were crisp, efficient, decisive, and fluid; you'd never guess he was a prince who was barely level 25, of mediocre talent, and had been pampered and spoiled in the royal family...

In short, she is quite different from the "vase" or similar figures described in outside rumors.

"Whoosh—"

A streak of white light flashed across the sky, tracing a smooth arc. The scarecrow in front of Xinlai finally couldn't withstand the attack and was severed at the waist.

With a "thud," the scarecrow's upper body landed on the ground, the dull thud echoing in the meditation room, startling Eve, who was lost in thought, awake.

She looked at Xinlai thoughtfully, as if she had discovered something, but because of the strange misunderstandings from before, she swallowed her words.

"I'd better not tell him... His getting stronger won't do me any good..."

Xinlai wiped the sweat from her forehead and involuntarily turned to look at Eve, feeling as if Eve had just been chirping something.

Unexpectedly, in that brief moment, their eyes met precisely. Eve, like a spied on, twitched her hair and quickly looked away.

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