Treat It as Rehabilitation
Lan Qingyou had thought before that the people under her command were definitely not the sort to be careless and scatterbrained.
So she was genuinely curious about the two witches who had evolved on Storm Island.
"I picked it up in the ruins."
That was what the tall witch said.
"Picked it up?"
Lan Qingyou froze for a moment.
"Yes, picked it up."
"I found mine while gathering supplies on what was supposedly a battlefield from a hundred years ago."
"I found mine while exploring the ruins of a city."
The two Black Witches each explained where they had obtained their Witch Potion.
Now Lan Qingyou understood even less.
Well, damn.
You could pick up Witch Potions too?
No...
Things could not possibly be that simple.
Lan Qingyou keenly spotted the issue.
Whether it was an ancient battlefield or city ruins, neither was the kind of place where one could simply pick something up.
Then there was only one answer.
Someone had deliberately discarded those Witch Potions there.
As for why they had been "deliberately discarded,"
in Lan Qingyou's view, it was most likely to randomly create witches and cause The Order some trouble.
It was much the same as how Lan Qingyou had randomly selected lucky people on the World Channel back then.
It was also the same principle as when she had put Witch Potion into The Order's supply Potions last night.
And before she left, she had given all the refined Witch Potions to Diana.
Given Diana's personality and abilities, it did not seem surprising at all that she would do such a thing.
Only those people who had suddenly become witches were to be pitied.
Mm...
Well.
She did not seem qualified to sigh over something so Mother Mary-like.
After all, she