Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 31 Victory Celebration on the Snowfield [Vote Requested~]

Snow stopped.

The moment of suspense has ended.

But the air in White Wolf Territory still retained that chilling cold that could freeze one's lungs.

However, at this moment, this chill was completely dispelled by a much hotter, more exhilarating atmosphere.

In the open space in the center of the territory, piles of spoils, like small mountains, radiated a mesmerizing glow.

That wasn't ordinary scrap metal.

There were a total of eight hundred magic crystals, which, reflected in the snow, looked like a dazzling galaxy.

In addition, there were rare materials dropped from the third-tier snow maiden—several crystal-clear ribs that looked like ice sculptures, and a blue sphere that floated in mid-air, constantly emitting an extremely cold aura.

A wondrous item—[Frozen Domain].

That thing that almost wiped out the entire White Wolf Clan.

Lorraine carefully tucked it into her bosom and placed it close to her body.

This thing now belongs to him.

With this, even if we face stronger enemies in the future, we can just throw this thing on the ground and everyone will turn into super soldiers who can only fight each other.

Bayonet fighting?

With the Cabbage Legion at its disposal, who has the White Wolf Territory ever feared?

Then he bent down and picked up another ice-blue core that emanated a chilling aura from the ground.

It felt heavy in my hand, like a piece of ice that had never melted.

[Tier 3 - Heart of Winter]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Description: A core containing extremely high purity ice magic power, it is a top-tier material for crafting high-level ice magic artifacts, and can also be used as a core offering in certain special rituals.]

This is the joy of defeating a boss that's much stronger than you.

Olivia squatted beside the pile of magic crystals, cupping a handful in her hands, listening intently to the crisp sounds of the crystals colliding, her expression one of utter rapture.

"Lorraine, do you know what this money means? It means we can even buy a few magic cannons from the black market in Frostwolf City!"

"Even the most greedy alchemists couldn't resist the temptation of so many magic crystals."

"Don't just focus on counting the money."

Lorraine chuckled and flicked Olivia's forehead. "Go check out our farmland; that's the real surprise."

Olivia covered her forehead, followed Lorraine's finger, and then opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Inside the city walls.

The magical farmland that had just been planted and was still a long way from harvest was now lush and green.

Clearly, this is due to the combined effects of the three elements that accelerate growth: the Fertile Earth Mother, the Magic Farmland, and the Guardian of the Sacred Tree.

The vegetables and grains they planted were fully ripe in just a few days.

The green cabbages were as big as millstones, and dewdrops clung to their leaves.

The bright red tomatoes weighed down the branches, emitting an enticing sweet and sour aroma.

Even the few enchanted pea vines used to produce Peashooters have produced plump pods.

"This...this isn't magic!"

Olivia had also come along at some point.

She threw herself onto the ridge of the field, caressing the huge cabbages as if they were her lovers, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth.

"This is the coldest snow season ever..."

Olivia murmured to herself, "Even the moss outside has frozen to death, yet here we've... we've actually had a bumper harvest?"

Victor walked over carrying the molten longsword. Looking at the green expanse, the ruthless man's Adam's apple bobbed.

"grown ups."

Victor turned his head, his eyes slightly red. "Is that a tomato? A live tomato?"

He had almost forgotten what fresh vegetables tasted like.

In Frostwolf City, only the noble lords of the inner city were entitled to enjoy vegetables of this quality. The soldiers could only eat hard, rock-hard black bread and poor-quality dried vegetables.

"It's a tomato."

Lorraine casually picked one, wiped it on her clothes, and took a bite.

Juice overflows.

The sweet and sour taste exploded in my mouth, taking away the fatigue and cold of the whole night.

"And they're our tomatoes."

Lorraine tossed the remaining half of the tomato to Victor with a wave of his hand.

"Pass down the order."

"No work or patrols tonight. Everyone assemble except for essential sentry posts."

Lorraine's gaze swept over everyone present—Anna, Olivia, Victor, and Lyra, the one-armed woman hiding in the corner.

"Break the soup, kill the wolf, and pick the vegetables."

"Tonight, we're going to throw a victory celebration banquet!"

After a flurry of activity.

A campfire was lit.

Moreover, it wasn't an ordinary campfire; it was a "luxury" campfire lit by Anna using second-tier magic fire, with a stable flame, no smoke, and extremely high temperature.

A large iron pot, over a meter in diameter, sits on the fire, its broth bubbling and boiling inside.

Fragrant.

An extremely overpowering fragrance.

That was fresh frostwolf meat, paired with mutated vegetables just picked from the magic farm, a wondrous reaction occurring under high temperatures.

"Is...is this really cabbage?"

Olivia held a wooden bowl in her hand, picked up a bright green leaf, and looked on incredulously.

She took a small bite.

Click.

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet snowy night.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of sweet juice exploded in my mouth, accompanied by a warm current that slid down my throat into my stomach, instantly dispelling all the chill.

"It's so delicious!"

Olivia disregarded her aristocratic decorum and began to wolf down her food.

"It's a hundred times better than those so-called 'Jadeite Cabbage Hearts' I had at the banquet in Black Iron City! And... I feel my magic power is recovering!"

"Of course."

Lorraine took a sip of the hot soup, feeling the warmth in her stomach. "These vegetables were grown using magic crystals as fertilizer and catalyzed by a bunch of good things. Every bite is the best of the best."

Anna came over carrying a large tray with sizzling, oily roasted wolf legs on it.

"Young master, here you go."

She handed the biggest, fattest wolf leg to Lorraine, her little face covered in grease and grime, but her smile was brighter than the stars in the sky.

Everyone said they'd never eaten such a full meal in their lives.

"To live such a good life."

Lorraine took the wolf leg, took a bite, and found it crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with juices oozing out.

He looked at the crowd gathered around the campfire.

Everyone was laughing.

That smile wasn't out of politeness or flattery, but rather a heartfelt joy in the purest form of life itself.

Is this what it feels like to lead a team?

not bad.

But Lorraine's gaze swept around and finally landed on a figure huddled in a corner.

Leila.

The one-armed girl didn't go to the campfire; instead, she sat alone on the edge of the darkness, holding a bowl.

She clumsily ate her rice with her only remaining hand, her eyes occasionally glancing this way. Whenever someone looked over, she would immediately lower her head like a startled rabbit.

Lorraine put down the wolf leg she was holding.

He stood up and walked straight over.

When she saw Lorraine approaching, Lyra's body stiffened noticeably, and she instinctively hid the side of her severed arm in the shadows.

"What? You don't like Anna's cooking?"

Lorraine sat down next to her and asked casually.

"No...no!" Leila hurriedly shook her head, her voice barely audible. "It's...it's delicious. It's the best thing I've ever eaten in my life."

"Then why are you hiding here?"

"I……"

Leila bit her lip and lowered her head even further. "I'm a jinx."

"Although Uncle Victor didn't say it, he looked at me with a hint of fear... and those carpenters, they didn't dare to come near me either."

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid my bad luck will ruin this pot of soup that I've worked so hard to make."

As she finished speaking, her voice choked with emotion.

Even though Lorraine took her in, even though she was willing to die for this territory.

But that deep-seated inferiority complex cannot be erased by one or two battles or one or two words of comfort.

She is a harbinger of misfortune.

It's a monster that even its parents want to strangle.

Lorraine stared at her empty sleeves, remained silent for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke: "Lyra, do you want your hands to grow back?"

Leila suddenly looked up.

For the first time, a light called "desire" burst forth in those dark eyes.

But in just a moment, the light went out.

"No... I don't want to."