After the white paper is washed, the towel is dried and hung on the balcony covered with snow and ice.

As long as one day, the towel will completely freeze, and when used again the next day, just squeeze it repeatedly and remove the ice slag.Of course, she can also use the ability to use the warm indoor use to quickly evaporate water, but in this way, it will reduce the number of exercises per day.

White Paper knows that the magic in it is the in-number level in the witch, so every piece must be used accurately.

After the cleaning, the door was knocked.Almost every day at this time, Wendy takes her to the castle hall for breakfast.

“Immediately!”

The white paper cheerfully opened the door, and it was Wendy who stood outside, picked herself up affectionately, sniffed her cheeks, "Well, well, wash it."

“Hey hey.”The white paper grinned and took Wendy’s hand toward the hall.

She has been coming to the border town for nearly half a month, and she is basically used to the way of life in the castle.

You don’t have to leave the hut early to find food, and you don’t have to worry about the firewood being stolen, and you don’t have to spend all the time you spend filling your stomach and heating, and you’re replaced by magic exercises and learning.Such a life, she only fantasized when chatting with her companions, can not worry about survival, I am afraid only the big nobles of the sons and young ladies.

I didn’t know I could have that kind of day.

Wendy's hand was soft and warm, and this feeling was never experienced in the common cave, like someone thinking about and loving herself at a time... She hoped to stay in this warm place all the time.

If it was a dream, she would rather never wake up again.

Walking into the hall, the white paper saw that the witches did not yearn for it, sitting at the long table to eat, but clamored around a wall.

She blinked curiously, but was embarrassed to ask Wendy what they were doing.

The latter seemed to see through her thoughts and laugh, "The sisters are testing their own fighting power."

“The fighting power?”The white paper is a little bit, “That’s... what?”

"You don't care at all," said Wendy, bending down, holding the little girl over and placing it on her shoulder, "see that piece of silver and white metal?"It is said to be a relic of the kingdom of witches for more than four hundred years, and it is also a weapon used by the extraordinary people to fight, and only the powerful of the magic can inspire its power.So His Highness put it in the hall so that everyone could test their level of magic, or that to meet the curiosity of the sisters to light up the four magic stones at once, it would be equivalent to a single-minded combat power.”

"...the white paper is incomparably confused, the kingdom of the witch?"The extraordinary?The magic stone?Words that had never been heard made her scratched her mind for a moment, but this did not affect the shock of the sight in front of her, only to see the witches taking turns to put their hands on the metal, so that the inlaid gemstones on them glowed brightly, like colorful stars, looked incredible.

"I can light two," cried the lightning of her own age, and she was squatting on her shoulder with a fat dove, and the white paper remembered that it was also a witch, and seemed to be called Maisie.

“Two and a halfs!”The pigeons shouted.

“Are you taller than me?”It is impossible!”

“Do you want to try it too?”Wendy laughed, “It’s not possible now, you haven’t learned how to inject magic into the magic stone, let alone activate the print.”But your Highness has stipulated that this is a course that witches must study, so you will soon have a luminous stone for practice.”

A gemstone that is crystal clear and can shine?White Paper suddenly got excited and nodded to Wendy, "I will practice well!"

"Wonderful child," Wendy grinned and rubbed her cheek, "eat first, eat full before you have the strength to practice."

...

After drinking the porridge, the white paper returned to the witch building and began the daily practice.

Wendy told her that everything in this world is made up of small balls that cannot be seen, and material changes are also the separation and joining of small balls, and their ability is to speed up this process, not simply to melt ice and snow or to cool hot water.

Although she could not quite understand the meaning of this statement, she still meticulously felt the magic in her body according to Wendy's request, and evenly released the slum life in her early years, so that she could live such a good life with everyone, because Her Highness needed the power of witches, which is her only value, and if she wanted to be not abandoned, she must do the best.

Suddenly, the white paper felt a pang of cramps in her abdomen, and the magic trembled in her body, as if she wanted to break out, and she couldn't help but hum.

“What happened?”Wendy asked.

"No, it's all right," she said, shaking her head. "The magic seems to be out of control."

“I’m out of control,” the other thought for a moment, “do you remember when you became a witch?”

"It's probably winter," whispered the white paper, "I can't remember the specific days."

"It is now the end of autumn, and it is not a few days away from winter," Wendy began to smile, "near the day of awakening, the magic in the body will become active, which is also a sign of reaction."You rest first, and I'll call the Nightinge, and she'll see the magic change in you."She went to the door and looked back and added, “Rest assured, it is no longer a life or death for the witch in the border town.”

...

Wendy’s guess was confirmed.

White Paper ushered in its second day of awakening three days later.

She lay on the big bed, looking at the witches who came to visit around her, listened to their words of comfort, and suddenly there was an impulse to cry.

The pain of being burned by magic during the first awakening in memory also seems to be less unbearable.

“Because you practice for a short time, there is no guarantee that the pain will be completely eliminated,” said Wendy, sitting on the bed and stroking her hair, “but this pain is nothing compared to the pain of adult days, and you must be able to endure it.”Remember, never give up, and you must not lose consciousness.”

Nodding the white paper.

She did not dare to answer, afraid that once she opened her mouth, she could not help but bring out the crying.

She didn’t want everyone to see her shame.

Crying is the weakest expression when living in a slum, and only those who give up their struggles can do so.

White paper closed its eyes and waiting for the moment to come.

...

When she opened her eyes, there was whiteness outside the window.

The reverse gyration process was so weak that the various rescue methods that everyone prepared could not be used.When she woke up, she felt that the magic in her body was full of a lot, and her whole body seemed to have undergone subtle changes, her eyes could see farther, and her hands and feet were more powerful.

After washing his cheeks, Wendy’s knock on the door sounded on time.

"Here I am," said the white paper, opening the door cheerfully and taking her hand, but this time the other party did not take himself to the castle hall, but to the third floor, the lord's office.

The gray-haired man smiled and handed a piece of parchment to himself.

"From this day forward, you are an official member of the League of Witches.". .

(Unfinished.