I Live on the Land in Global Games

Chapter 60 - 60 59 Welcome Party (Celebrating Over a Hundred Subscriptions, Extra Update Coming!)60: Chapter 59: Welcome Party (Celebrating Over a Hundred Subscriptions, Extra Update Coming!) 60: Chapter 59: Welcome Party (Celebrating Over a Hundred Subscriptions, Extra Update Coming!) After the late-night snack, Mu Ying and the others were led by the senior sisters out of the hall through a small door next to it, ascending a narrow spiral staircase to the second floor.

“This here is the classroom area where all the indoor lessons take place.”

Senior Sister Lucia, though seemingly not fond of the headmistress with a taste for mischief, was still very gentle with her junior sisters, taking great care to give them a brief tour of the school.

However, her voice was as light and swift as the wind, and one had to be close to hear her clearly.

Mu Ying smiled gratefully at Senior Sister Rosie, finding it no wonder that she had earlier insisted on sticking close behind Senior Sister Lucia, clearly knowing Lucia’s style of speaking.

The main building of the witch magic school was a five-story tower—the first floor housed the auditorium and storage rooms, the second floor contained classrooms, the library was on the third, the fourth floor was the student dormitories, and the headmistress’s office occupied the top level.

Entering the dormitory brought one to a round public lounge, surrounded by ten wooden doors leading to individual rooms, each with a wooden sign bearing the name of its occupant.

It was said that since the school’s founding, these rooms had never been completely filled.

The new students’ rooms were all next to each other, with Mu Ying’s room located between Windsor and Lillian’s.

Back in the dormitory, Senior Sister Margreta, who had a somewhat fiery disposition, was the first to complain, “Lady Melanie really needs to improve her cooking magic skills.

Thankfully, she only cooks on the opening day of school.

Dear Rosie, my stomach’s salvation is in your hands!”

Rosie glared at her irritably, but then turned to the three somewhat bewildered new girls with a smile.

“Little ones, head to your rooms and take a look around.

There will be delicious treats later!

Welcome to our big family!”

Senior Sister Reni, as gentle as Windsor and blessed with a stunning figure, soothingly patted the heads of the three juniors.

Senior Sister Lucia, tough and not one for many words, simply waved her hand, creating a gust of wind that swung their room doors open and simultaneously swept away the dust inside.

“...” What to do, the senior sisters are super good-looking and have such strong personalities, I like them (≧∇≦)ノ

Mu Ying obediently entered her room, screaming internally with incapacity!

She was quickly falling in love with this place!

Her room was slightly larger than her tree house, with a bedroom right at the entrance—a small work area on the left, and a bathroom complete with a wash basin, bathtub, and toilet.

The bedroom even had a four-to-five square meter balcony at its rear, accessible to the balconies of the adjacent rooms.

Standing on the balcony, she enjoyed the night breeze and gazed out at the forest.

On the neighboring balcony, Lillian had also stepped outside, and the two exchanged smiles.

Witches, just as in her memories, were a united group indeed!

On the other side, Windsor came out as well, and the three of them started chattering away with the pile of school entrance supplies from their room tables, particularly excited about the Broom Grass Seeds and wand materials.

“I’m finally going to have my own broom!

I begged my grandmother for so long to plant a Broom Grass seed for me early, so I could have flown to school on my own,” said Lillian, counting the small bag of Broom Grass Seeds over and over, wishing she could plant them right away.

“What if none of these little seeds take root?” Windsor asked worriedly, her plant-growing skills never being her strong suit.

“Don’t worry, growing Broom Grass is a witch’s instinct; hardly any witch ever fails at it.

One seed is enough for making a whole broom, and with this small bag, it’s more than enough,” Mu Ying reassured her.

Her mother’s collection of herbal medicine books included a section on Broom Grass, and it could be said that owning a personal broom was every little witch’s dream.

Mu Ying, as she remembered, was no exception—she could recite that information by heart.