The Witch also wrote that common casters’ magic apparatus includes two types: magic staffs and staffs. Magic staffs are short rods, held in one hand like a conductor’s baton.
Staffs are long canes, generally taller than a person, which are the weapons I often see mages using in movies and games from my previous life.
The production process, materials, and requirements for staffs are much higher than for magic staffs. They must even be custom-made considering the mage’s own attributes, otherwise, attribute conflicts can easily cause magical backlash, endangering the caster’s safety.
The Witch casts spells more casually and does not have such strict requirements as a mage. Therefore, she generally does not use staffs. The notes mention this only to explain that witches can also suffer magical backlash, although the probability is lower than for mages. If magical backlash occurs, remember to stop casting immediately and discard the magic staff.
There are also intermediate staffs between magic staffs and staffs, also called scepters, which are as long as canes and usually made of metal. These are used for specific spells with particular requirements. Witches would use them even less, so the Witch’s Notes directly ignored them, as these are personal notes.
Next, a witch’s necessary props include a broom for flying. The previous owner of the Witch’s Notes could not make magic brooms, but she wrote that ordinary brooms could be used as a substitute, although they fly slowly and are uncomfortable.
Next, the Witch needs a large cauldron for brewing potions. Since she is not an alchemist, she does not need very professional beakers, test tubes, or distillation bottles. A witch without a cauldron can use a crucible as a substitute. If that’s not available, a wok can even be used, but it cannot be used to refine medicinal herbs with strong corrosive materials.
No, although I know I’ve already complained about this once, I still want to complain again. Sister, are you too casual? Can everything really be substituted?
Anyway, I’ve only read a little of the Witch’s Notes, and it’s filled with this casual thinking everywhere. If there’s no dragon tendon, please use lizard tendon instead. If you can’t read ancient characters, just use similar pronunciations to get by. The Witch’s Notes even specifically taught techniques for blurring readings.
Anyway, she hinted everywhere that witches are a relatively carefree profession. Please don’t consider yourselves as those meticulous mages. Often, a witch only needs to think about what result to achieve, and the process can be casual to achieve the purpose.
I don’t know if the witch who wrote this Witch’s Notes has such a casual personality, or if all witches are like this, but I am very unaccustomed to this style.
Then the notes also listed some small equipment that witches need to gather, such as a ritual knife, a magic quill for writing runes, mage robes, small animals as familiars, and so on. I haven’t found any of these yet, but luckily, they are not immediately necessary.
In addition, the Witch’s Notes contain a valuable piece of advice: witches must remember not to cause disturbances by using witchcraft in public. Try not to fly during the day, and also restrain yourself at night. Usually, do not let others know that you are a witch.
If it is necessary to introduce your profession to others, you can claim to be a mage or a sorcerer. Anyway, outsiders will not be able to distinguish. Don’t say that in front of real mages and sorcerers, and you won’t be exposed.
Before, I thought that she was writing this Witch’s Notes not only for herself but also for her disciples, so she wrote a lot of basic common knowledge. Now it benefits me, which is really fortunate.
I had seen this passage when I translated it before. At that time, I thought it meant that witches should not cast spells to cause disturbances lest they be caught by the Church. But today, hearing that old man in white robes also advised Jayad not to misuse Holy Light, it didn’t seem to be the case.
I have been in Cando City for several days. Although I have seen many strange phenomena, I have indeed rarely seen anyone use supernatural powers or cause disturbances in broad daylight.
And since my vision became abnormal, I have actually seen through many guys who are not human at all. There are vengeful spirits and evil spirits, maids with flea heads, guys covered in tentacles and indescribable appearances hiding in cloaks, and a guy with a human body and a sheep’s head wearing a suit entering a factory.
However, they all exercised great restraint, living in society like ordinary people, strolling, working, shopping, and entertaining. The people around them did not show the slightest disturbance at their existence, because in their eyes, these anomalies were just ordinary people.
This made me doubt myself for a time. I repeatedly thought that perhaps I was hallucinating, and that they were not anomalies at all, but law-abiding and well-behaved citizens.
Until the Witch’s Notes also had a diary entry. The Witch said that day she encountered a werewolf disguised among the crowd. He snatched a little girl and ate her. She didn’t provoke the werewolf because they are extremely dangerous. Her senior taught her that no matter what strange things she saw, she should ignore them and not provoke them.
This passage comforted me. Apart from Jayad, others can also see some unusual things, and these unusual things are also very dangerous. My choice to ignore them was also the correct response.
While thinking, Jayad led me to a market. This is a market for ordinary citizens, with many temporary simple tents and stalls set up on the ground. Many farmers or merchants from outside the city were pushing carts loaded with baskets of fruits and vegetables to sell. The tents were also surrounded by stalls.
The market was bustling with people, and at the same time, it was particularly filthy. The ground was covered with sewage, and there was a strange mixed smell of fish.
However, it was also a good thing for me. The stench masked the possible aroma of food, and the crowd could block the possibility of me seeing cooked food. Next, as long as I am careful and avoid the food stalls, I can control my appetite and not go mad.
The first stalls we visited were for selling wine. Wooden wine barrels were displayed on carts, and several shop assistants were shouting loudly: “Fresh wine imported from France! Produced by Burgundy Brownie Winery! We have Snake Dragon Pearl, Grenache, and Chardonnay!”
I seemed to have heard some famous wine ingredients. Moreover, Burgundy, France, is a world-renowned wine-producing region that produces a large amount of high-quality wine every year.
“Parul, do you want to buy wine? But I heard that the wine here is actually fake,” Jayad said. He was too familiar with this market and felt like he was in his element here.
“What, it’s not French wine?” I thought it was too strange that even the wine close to France was fake.
“No, it should be produced locally nearby, and definitely not from a famous winery. These are cheap goods,” Jayad said.
Indeed, the people gathered around buying wine were wearing ordinary cloth clothes. This was ordinary wine for the poor.
