Tsk, at this point Dorothy just has to seriously critique the Witch World's societal trend of valuing warfare over literature. All the talented young people are off to war, what about scientific research? Do they only do research after they're dead?
Umm....
She suddenly recalled the Mechanical Church chapels scattered across the Underworld and was left speechless.
Damn, turns out it really is about doing research during the resurrection wait time after you die.
Dorothy suddenly had the impulse to open the Gates of the Underworld and recruit excellent research talents from there, thankfully she resisted.
"Forget it, forget it, we can still cultivate our own talents if there aren't any available. Let me see what this batch of interns is like."
Thinking this, she pressed down her broom, slowly landing at the entrance of the workshop below.
As for these interns being geniuses with a little temper?
Laughable, genius is just the basic threshold to stand before me.
