But after asking, she covered her mouth.
Damn this Hers instinct.
Although her first instinct in her heart was the sa, she would only think about it and not really ask out loud.
"Ahem, actually, I really don't plan to do anything to you. I just want to ask you for a small favor, and I'll give you a surprise as a reward afterward."
The Hobody Witch said.
Even though she currently has a bit of PTSD about surprises, it doesn't stop her from giving surprises to others. She's not like Hers, who's a bad thing; she really intends to give Miss Fenrir a stroke of great fortune.
Hmm, the progenitor of the werewolf clan who ultimately gains the True Ancestor Blood Gem's power will be you.
This is indeed a sky-high fortune.
Do you see Night City there? From now on, it's under your command.
"A small favor? What favor? Explain it clearly first."
Upon hearing Dorothy's tone, Miss Dog-Witch imdiately shivered and beca even more vigilant.
No way, she's just too familiar with this phrase and tone, isn't she?
Once again, this is Demon's City, famous for demon witches, also known as demons, and the classic trickery of demons is this routine.
........
Don't worry, I an no harm. Take this benefit first; it absolutely has no cost....
What, you want more? Co on, we're so close; I'll give it to you at cost....
Sister, I really can't anymore; we're true sisters; I can't watch you fall. No matter what you say, I won't give you another....
Alas, seeing you so pitiful, just this once, not again....
........
In short, all sorts of I'm a good person, I'm truly thinking for you, and then you end up counting money for them after being sold off.
Do you think I believe you're really just asking for a small favor?
Though Fenrir didn't say this out loud, she only thought about it, her wary eyes conveyed this idea quite straightforwardly.
Dorothy: "....."
The Hobody Witch felt quite hurt; she genuinely treats others well, so why isn't she trusted?
Alas, fine, if you don't respond to kindness, then it's ti for the tough approach. I can be very tough.
"Since you're unwilling, I won't force you. Let's discuss compensation according to the local rules you ntioned."
Dorothy squared her shoulders and switched to business mode.
"First of all, I'm a noble, although not a particularly high-ranking one, just sowhat related to the City Lord of the City of Sin. So, by your local rules, how much compensation do you think attempting to attack should require?"
"Secondly, you're currently my captive, and with Miss Fenrir's looks and talent, you probably know your value better than I do, so how much ransom are you prepared to pay to buy your freedom?"
........
The Hobody Witch rolled out dozens of terms, all with reason and evidence.
She's indeed following the rules, with no deceit at all.
She truly is a noble; the initial City Lord of the City of Sin, Satan, is her uncle by marriage, and the second City Lord, Lilith, is her stepmother. Is there a problem with that?
The prisoner ransom system was established as a fundantal law during the Great Expedition by the Dragon King, calculated based on looks and talent.
Dorothy calculated everything properly and legally according to compensation plans, without even factoring in the local underground rules of Night City, which she isn't very familiar with.
In short....
"Hmm, just round it off, and give this amount."
Dorothy gestured with her hand to indicate a number.
It's actually not too expensive, rely half of her savings, truly a discounted price.
Fenrir: "....."
Miss Dog looked at the number, her mind blank, realizing for the first ti in her life how valuable her life truly was.
And then...
The proud Dog-Witch humbly lowered her dog head.
"Let's talk about the small favor then."
Ugh, it's not that she lacks backbone; she really couldn't afford the compensation.
Demon, confird. This woman is definitely a real demon; how is she so adept at this? How many people like her have been coerced into submission with this technique?
"So, what exactly is the favor?"
Fenrir barked weakly.
"Sponsor and take along for fun."
Dorothy said without hesitation.
Hmm, she really wasn't lying. Her wallet had been accidentally emptied by her during a al earlier; now, she's completely broke.
If she doesn't find a place to stay, she'll either sleep on the street tonight or resort to making fake money again.
She's a law-abiding good citizen; the previous instance was unavoidable, and now she absolutely won't repeat it. Her conscience still aches.
Besides, she already wanted to find a guide familiar with Night City, and now such a guide has delivered itself right to her doorstep.
Well, you can't refuse what's given by fate, or you'll incur divine wrath.
Hers truly deserves her title as the "Lucky One"; such Physique makes her old unlucky self sour with envy.
[Lucky One (ssr): You are the center of the world, the absolute protagonist on life's stage. You might not believe in yourself, but you must believe in the protagonist's halo given to you by the scriptwriter and director. Your luck attribute receives a great boost.]
Tsk, she almost wants to report Hers openly cheating.
Look, is this the kind of talent a normal person should have?
Alas, she's indeed one of the absolute protagonists in the Era of the Demon Lord. So enviable.
And while Dorothy was feeling this jealousy, in front of her, Miss Dog was also stunned by the little favor she proposed.
"Huh, sponsor?"
Although she looks like a rogue, she actually is one, but this lifeti of hers has never included romance; she's still an innocent maiden. How has Miss Dog-Witch ever heard of such a thrilling thing, and her dog-face turned red, imdiately turning into a steam-dog.
"Uh-huh, did you steal my money for nothing? I truly left ho without cash, and if you don't take in, I can only sleep in the park tonight."
Dorothy said with justified confidence.
Fenrir: "...."
Alas, life's hard, the dog sighed.
Looking at the truly sincere Dorothy in front of her, earnestly pleading, the Dog-Witch couldn't help but feel a bit soft-hearted.
"Fine, co with then."
She had to nod her dog head, preparing to lead the way.
But after thinking for a mont, she lowered her head, picked up the dog leash in her mouth, handed it to the Hobody Witch, and put on her muzzle again.
Hmm, civilized dog walking starts with the dog.
However, before the pair had walked a few steps, a letter fell from the sky with a whoosh, landing right in front of Fenrir.
And Dorothy, seeing the familiar letter, stopped in her tracks, then looked up towards the building nearby.
Her gaze t the eyes of a black-haired witch on the upper floor.
...Destined encounter...
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