Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Some precious spiritual medicine specially used for healing soul injuries can probably only be obtained by returning to the Federation.

In the following period, Tilan had Ores try many art formula methods, some simple spells Ores could cast directly, but the more complex ones were beyond her reach.

Even so, it was enough for self-defense, and the young girl felt relieved of many worries.

On the seventh evening of Flan's arrival at the settlement, Tilan was making dinner in the kitchen with Ores when she heard some noise and arguing outside, so she asked Ores to stay in the kitchen to continue making buns while she went out to check on the situation.

"Sura, this time I really can't allow you to do this." Guy, rarely in a righteous tone, argued against Sura.

"Why not? I've confirmed they weren't lying, and we also have the ability to help them, don't we?" Sura said angrily.

"Don't you know the situation now? The settlement already has few people, with one temporary resident. Now you're bringing back five more refugees, how can we control it in the future?"

"If there are few people, we should expand manpower. Weren't you the one we saved? How come you don't want to save others now?"

"The situation is different, at that time I was..." Guy's momentum was suppressed, making it hard to strongly oppose.

"What's happening?" Tilan, wearing the same linen dress as Ores, came out. Her arms were covered in flour and dust, and her head was wrapped with a cloth to prevent hair from falling into the ingredients. This practical attire made her originally outstanding appearance look rather ordinary.

"Sura brought back five refugees she encountered in the wilderness while she was out." Guy explained angrily.

"This..." Tilan found it hard to say anything as she and Ores were merely temporary guests.

"The situation now is that we have to support five more people, and we're not sure if they might have ulterior motives." Guy jumped off the stone, explaining the situation to Tilan.

"No, they're from the Eastern Birch Tribe. Both their species and the experiences they've shared match up, they're not outsiders who just happened upon this land."

"It's just that several settlements over there are at war recently, so they had no choice but to flee here." Sura explained.

"They deserted during the war, how can we trust such people?" Unexpectedly, Guy showed some iron will.

"Among them is a child and two underage girls, they're also doing it for their families." Sura argued back.

The two argued again, eventually, Sura convinced Guy to let them stay for at least a meal since they were already brought here.

At night, for the first time, more than single digits gathered around the bonfire in the settlement, bringing much more liveliness compared to the previous quiet and desolate atmosphere.

An 8-year-old child and two girls around 13 played joyfully around the crowd at the fire, while Guy conversed with the leader of the newcomers, and Sura was boiling water with an older woman nearby, preparing to give the children a proper bath.

The wood crackled as it burned, and those who just finished a hearty dinner chatted away.

"Is that called 'bun'? It's the best food I've ever tasted." One of the dusty girls stood before Tilan, looking up at her with particularly lively black eyes.

"Yes, this is how it's made where I come from." Tilan, with her head still wrapped in a cloth, continued to help Ores clean the kitchenware.

Without the convenient tools of modern society, they realized that cooking is quite a troublesome task. From the initial handling of ingredients, lighting the fire, boiling water, to finally serving the food and cleaning and draining the cooking utensils, two or three hours passed unconsciously.

As she conversed with the young girl, Ores was sitting by the basin scrubbing a newly made lattice, though she seemed to view the process as fresh and fun, thus working slowly.

To avoid Ores being too eye-catching, Tilan also wrapped her beautiful silver hair with a headscarf.

"Hahaha~" The youngest child ran around the bonfire, waving an unburned stick, with his sister, not much older, following behind, coaxing him.

It wasn't much, but because he kept looking back without watching where he was going, he was about to bump into Ores by the basin, making Tilan have to step in and stop him by placing her hands gently on his shoulders.

"Remember to watch the road." She released her hands afterward, letting the still somewhat bewildered boy return to his sister with the stick.

"I'm sorry." The girl who spoke with Tilan earlier came over to apologize, being the slightly older and more sensible among the three children.

"It's okay." The young girl didn't mind, just returned to Ores' side, sat with her by the fire, and finished cleaning the remaining kitchenware.

Near the bonfire, Guy was conversing with the man, who had deep gray skin and hair like charcoal, about their journey.

"The settlement that was originally on par with us suddenly acquired a batch of powerful firearms. In the struggle for water resources, they killed the formidable warriors in our settlement, and seeing that the settlement was about to be overrun, I had to lead people to escape." He explained, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a gunshot wound.

Upon examining the wound and injury closely, Guy confirmed its authenticity, dispelling some of his earlier suspicions.

"Where did their firearms come from, are they powerful?"

"Powerful, much stronger than common muskets, with fast firing speed, and in large quantities." He gestured, describing with a muffled voice.

"I see..." Guy fell into thought, beginning to worry about the settlement's future.

On the other side, Sura was sitting by the bonfire with an older woman, currently washing the youngest child by the firelight. The water in the basin splashed about, occasionally coaxing the child to be quiet, but reluctant to hit him, clearly he was her most beloved child.

"That is her sister, and the other is my sister's daughter, but she's no longer with us now, so I'm taking care of her." The older woman mentioned the situation of the three children.

"Is the child of your sister the oldest?" Sura asked curiously.

"Yes, she had children earlier than I did, although we don't know who the father is." The woman shook her head and didn't elaborate further.

In many settlements, especially in relatively primitive tribes, stable marriage relationships are rare.

All five refugees were from the Birch Tribe, with skin in deep grayish-blue tones and black curly hair, known as the 'Blue Skin Species'. They weren't particularly skilled but were physiologically strong, able to adapt to the polluted land, and could even tolerate consuming polluted food without issue, thus having a wider range of food sources and forming larger tribes.

"The tribe originally had hundreds of people, now I don't know how many are left." Among the five, the leading man spoke with clarity, but the woman, his wife, had a vague grasp of some concepts, often going off-topic in her speech, taking a while to get to the main points they wanted to understand.

Finding the conversation tiring, Sura chose to give up. Elsewhere, Flan and Marula were casually chatting while leaning against each other, having become familiar after sharing a bedroom daily.

"With so many firearms appearing suddenly, I guess after my injury heals, I should head over there to check things out, maybe even compile a valuable report." Flan reclined against a rock, hands behind his head.

"Are those firearms hard to produce?" Marula was intrigued.

"Haha, difficult but not so much so. Technically, even young ladies in your settlement could make them, but mass production is a different level entirely, requiring mature production lines and raw materials, which isn't a simple feat." Flan flipped open his diary, starting to sketch and calculate.

"From refining iron ore, building blast furnaces, casting steel tubes, processing rifled barrels, to polishing various components, these aren't tasks you resolve manually. Some lathes also consume a lot of electricity, and generating power is another major hurdle."

"Any point that can completely overcome these issues would likely have the foundation to establish order on this land—a nascent stage of forming a nation, I mean."

"Powerful transcendent beings are always in the minority, the majority are still mortals, and as long as there are bullets, they pose a significant threat."

"We have ultimately lost the sun and can only search for a path on this land." He spoke, extending his hand to look at the starry sky above.

"I'd love to leave this planet and take a look outside. If those legendary tales are true, I wonder which suns are currently ruling and illuminating the Milky Way now."

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