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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1783

Chapter 1783 Lorna’s Worries

Perhaps because it was a rare opportunity to come out, the Hippogriff was very active. It flew high in the sky, easily spotting monsters hidden in the darkness. Then, it would dive down with lightning speed, and many monsters would lose their lives before they even had a chance to react.

Moreover, it was incredibly strong. A monster at least three times its size was lifted by the Hippogriff’s two claws, rapidly raised to a hundred meters high, and then dropped, smashing to death.

Finally, the Hippogriff knew some divine magic. Combined with Jayad riding on its back, it was perfect in both offense and defense. It could even heal itself when injured, truly flawless in every aspect.

“Not bad, that mount. Is it a Sacred Beast?”

“It is a Sacred Beast. This should be the skill of a Paladin, summoning a celestial being. Many Paladins use this move to find mounts, but I’ve never seen such a unique Sacred Beast.”

“This Sacred Beast must be quite strong in the Celestial Realm.”

“I didn’t expect him to hide his true mount. But I wonder how his original warhorse is doing. Perhaps it died in battle.”

Some knowledgeable people nearby were discussing the Hippogriff. But did they ever guess that this Hippogriff also had Unicorn blood?

“No wonder he wasn’t very active this morning. He was conserving his energy, waiting for a big fight tonight.”

“A very smart choice. Instead of competing with a bunch of contestants for prey in the morning, it’s better to wait until night, when the monsters have all emerged from their nests and the knights have dispersed, then start the real hunt.”

“It seems he’ll definitely pass this round. Even in the next round, he should be a strong seed player.”

“That’s not certain. He still has to get through that hurdle tomorrow. With his strong performance, other contestants will surely notice and won’t let him advance so easily.”

Listening to the surrounding audience chatter, I sneered in my heart. In my opinion, most of the contestants, including the knights under certain great nobles, were not enough to pose a threat to Older Brother Jayad.

Another interesting thing was that after Older Brother Jayad killed valuable and powerful monsters, he would throw their corpses into the Gate of Heaven, which made the other spectators exclaim about his stinginess.

Now everyone knew that the organizers would send soldiers to collect the monster corpses and use the income for city defense construction. Most other knights only took the most valuable spoils of war, but why did this guy swallow the whole corpse?

But what many people didn’t know was that the knights were actually short on money. Good weapons cost money, exquisite armor cost money, training materials cost money, building castles cost money, and even spectacles cost money. It could be said that most knights, including mid-level knights, were very short on money. Otherwise, so many people wouldn’t have pledged loyalty to great nobles.

If they had the ability to collect monster corpses, they would have done so long ago, but they simply didn’t have enough space to store such large corpses.

This was also why most knights could not get rich by hunting monsters. Firstly, they didn’t have the ability to sense evil like Older Brother Jayad, so they couldn’t find monsters quickly.

Secondly, even if they killed monsters, one at a time was almost their limit. Even with servants and a motorcade, they couldn’t transport two or three large monsters, and there were risks involved in confronting monsters that were too powerful.

Even so, hunting was one of the seven skills of a knight, and a rather important one. In noble social gatherings, there were often group hunting trips, and the first actual combat experience for many noble sons was going on a wilderness hunt.

In essence, although the Knight Captain had planned the monster hunt and the soldiers’ recovery of corpses, it was not mandatory. There was no rule stating that knights themselves couldn’t collect the corpses; they were essentially the knights’ spoils of war.

In fact, it wasn’t just Older Brother Jayad. Some knights with storage space or similar abilities also collected monster corpses. For example, Erica, the most dazzling Royal Champion Knight, collected monster corpses, or perhaps used them to feed her Steel Dragon.

Because of this, Older Brother Jayad’s actions weren’t met with much condemnation. It was just some people complaining, as he wasn’t the only one doing it.

Besides, we really weren’t lacking in money right now. It was mainly because Older Brother Jayad was used to it. He used to hunt monsters and bring them back for me to feed. If I had known, I should have reminded him to only take the spoils of war that proved his achievement.

Moreover, if multiple people surrounded and killed one monster, each of them could take a piece of spoils of war. This was actually somewhat unfair because the efficiency of searching and hunting in a group was far higher than that of a lone wolf.

Additionally, with surveillance spells in place, the rules strictly prohibited knights from picking up other people’s corpses to collect materials and feign achievements. If discovered, they would be disqualified directly.

Of course, most knights had honor and wouldn’t do such a thing.

After watching for a while, I saw Lorna stand up and leave. I also left and followed her, but I didn’t approach her directly, instead walking on a parallel street.

“What’s wrong? You don’t seem very enthusiastic?” I asked. She always seemed to have something on her mind.

“Jayad is getting stronger and stronger. I saw that arrow from the Royal Knight this morning. I was absolutely terrified of being utterly destroyed. And when he was receiving instruction from the Elder in the Sect, he quickly learned the Gate of Heaven. My aptitude is too far behind his; I no longer have the qualifications to teach him,” Lorna said.

“But you were also his former guide. That will never change, no matter what. And I can see that you genuinely wish him well,” I said directly. I could tell sincerity from insincerity.

“Parul, I want to ask you a question. As Jayad’s sister, do you love your own brother?” Lorna asked meaningfully.

“I do love him. But let me correct you, I’m not his biological sister. We just lived in the same Slums and grew up together, so we call each other brother and sister,” I insisted on this statement.

“Is that so? Parul is truly frank. But, it seems you have quite a few strangely diverse girls at home. Parul, you don’t mind?” Lorna asked again.

As expected, she still knew that we had a lot of Undead at home. I feigned ignorance and asked back, “Mind? Mind what?”

“Mind Jayad’s love being given to other girls,” Lorna said directly. This was probably what she really wanted to ask.

“I do mind.” My answer made Lorna stunned.

“Then why…” Lorna seemed unsure how to phrase her words.

“Because they are all pitiful girls, with no one to rely on. I’m too soft-hearted to push them away. Brother is the same. And they are too close to me. It just turned into this situation without us realizing,” I said with a wry smile.


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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