"A Research Witch, you say? Then I recommend you choose a long staff."
Dorothy's decision caused Alice to struggle, seemingly having a strong opinion against it, but the old shopkeeper naturally had no objections. He simply continued to offer advice, adhering to his professional ethics.
Among short staffs, standard staffs, and long staffs, the former two are more suitable for the battlefield and are the types of staffs chosen by the vast majority of Armed Witches.
After all, the battlefield changes in an instant; sometimes, casting a spell a split second faster can truly save a life, and short staffs have a significant advantage in this regard.
And the comprehensive, flawless advantage of standard staffs offers greater adaptability when facing the complex combat environment of the battlefield.
As for long staffs, which conserve more magic and provide a greater amplification to spells, they are generally only used by Artillery Witches for long-range bombardment and auxiliary Armed Witch units. These Witches typically stay in a relatively safe rear area, unleashing their magic under heavy protection.
However, these Witches are also often easy targets for enemy assassinations and decapitations, making them quite dangerous. To reduce unnecessary personnel losses, the Sage Council has set a relatively high entry barrier for these two types of professions. Generally, only the most talented Witches are cultivated in these two directions.
This way, if anyone is so blind as to attempt an assassination, they will surely experience the cruelty of a hexagonally talented individual.
After all, if you can't easily defeat a regular Assault Witch of the same rank in close combat, how can you even think of becoming an Artillery Witch or an auxiliary Witch?
Therefore, these two types of Witches have always been the elite among Armed Witches, absolute elite troops. They are usually commissioned as officers immediately upon graduating from the Witch Academy.
And elite often means scarcity in numbers. The vast majority of Witches whose aspirations are combat-oriented can ultimately only choose the common path of becoming an Assault Witch who confronts enemies head-on on the battlefield.
Hmm, Alice is a disgraceful Assault Witch. Although that little girl has high magical talent, enough to be an Artillery Witch or an auxiliary Witch, her talents and specialties are almost entirely focused on direct frontal assault. She is a born Assault Witch, so there's nothing that can be done.
Hehehe, although it's not very kind to say so, Dorothy, as the older sister, couldn't help but gloat and laugh out loud whenever she thought of this.
Of course, while Assault Witches are common to the point of being ubiquitous, it doesn't mean they are weak. Artillery Witches and auxiliary Witches can only bully people in lower ranks. If they truly encounter a powerful Assault Witch, once they are engaged in close combat, they will still be defeated and cry for their parents.
After all, don't easily challenge someone's main profession with your side hobby.
Dorothy believed her sister would definitely become one of the top Assault Witches in the future, but...
Hmm, when Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility upon a person, it will first torment their heart and mind, and exhaust their muscles and bones...
Hopefully, Alice can endure this lonely growth period before she becomes famous.
"Hahaha."
Dorothy finally couldn't hold back her laughter.
This made the old shopkeeper a bit puzzled.
"Miss Dorothy, are you not satisfied with the long staff?"
"No, no, I just remembered something happy. I absolutely trust your professional judgment. A long staff it is."
Dorothy suppressed her smile again and said seriously.
The old man looked at his customer, whose mouth was twitching from holding back laughter, with some suspicion, but said nothing more. Since the customer's request had been confirmed, it was time for him to get to work.
He once again took the materials and walked into the workshop at the back of the shop.
And after seeing the old man leave, Dorothy no longer held back. She laughed happily while releasing her sister, who was still struggling with her mouth covered in her embrace.
"Sister, I always feel like you're laughing at me."
The Little Witch, now free, keenly sensed the malice hidden in her sister's smile and immediately became wary.
"No, no, Alice, what are you talking about? We are the dearest sisters. How could I possibly laugh at you?"
"Is that so? That's good then."
Alice was still somewhat skeptical. She began to wonder if her intuition was wrong, but that shouldn't be possible. This was her highest-grade intuitive talent (SSR), which theoretically could even briefly predict the future after reaching a high level. There was no reason for it to be wrong.
So...
"Sister, you really are laughing at me."
The Little Witch frowned, realizing something was amiss.
"No, really no. I was just happy thinking about getting a new staff soon."
Dorothy naturally wouldn't admit it.
"You're lying! You're definitely laughing at me, you haven't stopped! You're looking down on my great Assault Witch type again, aren't you?!"
Alice wasn't so easily fooled this time. She glared at her scoundrel sister, grinding her teeth.
"Swear it, sister doesn't laugh at sister. If you have nothing to hide, then swear it, sister."
The Little Witch gesticulated, ready to pounce and settle accounts with her scoundrel sister, but unfortunately, Dorothy extended a finger and pressed it against Alice's forehead. The little bean's short arms and legs could only flail in the air.
Alice, without even using her magic yet, had already exerted all her strength, even her nursing strength. Her delicate and cute little face was flushed red, but she still couldn't break through her sister's one-finger seal.
"Hmph, I'm not playing anymore, you heartless scoundrel sister! With such great talent, why aren't you going to the battlefield to achieve great deeds? Why be a Research Witch?! I'm telling you, sister, if you keep this up, when I go achieve great deeds and become a lord, you'll only be able to move bricks on construction sites in my territory!"
The Little Witch had a look of disappointment, hating that her sister wasn't living up to her potential. In Alice's eyes, her own talent as an Assault Witchwas somewhat lacking in value, because ever since they were little girls fighting, she had always been easily suppressed by her sister with one hand. Therefore, a sister who could easily suppress her must be a genius superior to her.
After all, her sister's Witch bloodline came from *that* family.
It was a pity that her sister seemed to have no interest in combat since childhood, always indulging in the magic net and being an internet addict. Now, she had even chosen the path of research for her career, which Aliceconsidered to be unpromising. This made the Little Witch very angry.
All this time, she had been looking forward to going to the battlefield with her sister. At that time, they, as sisters, would surely be the most dazzling Witches on the battlefield. Together, they would achieve great deeds and establish their own witch Territory—how wonderful and happy that would be!
Thinking that her long-held expectations were about to be shattered, Alice's eyes welled up. She awkwardly turned away, not wanting to look at her scoundrel sister anymore.
This caught Dorothy off guard. After all, she had laughed at her sister more than once or twice in the past, and the little girl usually just got frantic for a bit and then was fine. Why was her reaction so strong today? Why was she crying now?
"Don't cry, Alice. Think about it, when you build your territory, I'll help you with the construction. How great would that be? With us sisters working together, we can surely make the territory big and strong. And don't look down on brick-moving, okay? Tumu Mowu are all future real estate tycoons! I'm telling you, real estate in new territories makes the most money these days. When I earn money, I'll support you…"
"Go away, scoundrel sister! Don't come looking for me for a month, I won't forgive you!"
As soon as Alice heard her sister becoming even more resolute on the path of a Research Witch, her tears fell even faster. Her dreams were now shattered even more completely.
"Then let's go home tonight and eat roasted Wyvern wings."
Dorothy, left with no choice, used her trump card.
"Yay! Sister is the best! I want a double portion!"
The Little Witch immediately stopped crying and smiled, her earlier resolve to ignore her sister for a month completely forgotten.
The two sisters were playfully bickering when, soon, the door to the workshop opened again. The old man emerged from behind the door, holding a small, sleeping kitten in his arms.
"I have not failed you, Miss Dorothy. This is your new staff. Please give her a name. This is the proudest work of my life."
Dorothy: "..."
Alice: "..."
The two sisters looked at the small kitten in the old man's arms and fell into contemplation.
What the hell? This is a staff?