Because she couldn’t bear to really do anything to Qian Dorothy, Hat Senior Sister was berating herself like this as she gradually loosened the Evil God’s tentacles that were yanking Dorothy’s hair, wanting to crawl back into her shell for a while.
Mm, she could already foresee the tragic scene of The Three Kings Teacher coming to talk to her one by one later.
Qian Dorothy, oh Qian Dorothy, you’re really putting through the wringer here.
She lanted like this.
But at this mont, the hobody witch’s hair strands instead actively wrapped around those Evil God’s Tentacles.
"Senior, I’ve got this."
Dorothy’s earnest voice rang out in Senior Fanny’s heart, inexplicably steadying the nerves of this timid Evil God Witch.
Of course, on the surface, the mighty The Fourth King would never admit she’d actually been a little moved.
"Hmph, I think you just want to use as a human shield."
That actually made the hobody witch feel a little guilty for no reason.
After all, that really was what she was doing. Who told you, Embarrassing Senior, to be the safest coward king around?
"Ahem, Senior, that is absolutely slander, okay? You’re the one calling the shots at Stars Industry; all my achievents are thanks to your brilliant leadership."
Dorothy coughed twice and said this with a straight face.
Senior’s response to this was two cold chuckles.
Hehe...
She was just crazy, not actually stupid.
But forget it, there’s no cure for regret anyway, so Qian Dorothy can play however she wants; things can’t get much worse anyway.
Besides, Qian Dorothy, you’re playing with fire here. You provoke like this, and when I really lose it fifty years from now, the first thing I’ll do is build you a tentacle basent.
This wasn’t a joke. After all, the more important Qian Dorothy’s place in her heart beca, once her humanity got devoured by either her Divinity or Demonic Nature, that obsession would be passed along as well, since the three were originally one whole.
And what does her cowardly humanity have to do with her Divinity and Demonic Nature anyway? Those two are, respectively, a cold, ruthless, domineering Sage and a wanton, indulgent Queen of Pleasure.
Qian Dorothy, you’d better pray it’s not the Demonic Nature that becos Upper-Level fifty years from now. The Divinity’s The Unifier of All Things might just want to discuss Magic Knowledge with you all day and be content with spiritual pleasure.
But the Mother of Dark Abundance much prefers physical Pleasure, always wanting to pop out a few more babies whenever She’s bored. Most of those bizarre little cuties in Her Dream Realm are Her offspring. By then She’ll definitely keep Qian Dorothy permanently pregnant, more productive than a sow in peak season.
Senior Fanny thought this to herself with a faint, inexplicable sense of anticipation.
Dorothy, for her part, inexplicably shivered at that, but she didn’t have ti to think about it, because right now, in front of the stall, the custors who had just been doubting her were all lifting their heads from their Spellbooks.
One pair of eyes after another glead brighter than the last. It was obviously broad daylight, yet the hobody witch had a weird feeling of being stared at by a pack of wolves in the night, those pairs of green-glinting eyes filled with a desire to devour her alive.
Even Dorothy was getting a little scared by this. She understood even better now why little junior Audrey had social anxiety.
Without a word, she quietly pulled out her Judgnt Order and set it on the stall.
Yeah, you lot can first think about what cri it is to attack a Judge. Confiscation of property, and a very thorough one.
The Judgnt Court’s infamy was indeed useful; quite a few people silently closed their eyes.
They’d just been whipped into a frenzy by the Witch of the Forest’s notice, itching to imdiately grab these three who seed to be connected to Lady Witch and ruthlessly interrogate them about who this Asa Vanni was and why she could obtain Lady Witch’s allegiance.
But now the Judgnt Order had cooled them down again, and they realized that the three young witches in front of them were anything but ordinary.
The young lady’s notoriety needed no elaboration, and she’d recently returned to the Yengade Clan. Just recalling the oppressive might of the Dust World Dragon not long ago made most Dragon Witches instantly calm down.
Not soone they could afford to provoke, not at all.
And the other two—one was a Princess of the Golden Country, the other an Admiral of the Revelation Fleet.
Those weren’t people to be trifled with either.
In the end, the originally restless atmosphere gradually cooled down.
Well, this zone was all high-end arms dealers anyway; anyone who could set up a stall here was a big shot, either Peak level or a Title-level Sorceress, so it wasn’t that easy for things to spiral out of control.
As for the passersby, since the big shots hadn’t said anything yet, the onlookers could only hold it in and wait for the bosses to speak first.
Thus, the stall-owning big shots who had just been watching their own shops one by one walked out, shifting from sellers to buyers. Even Inanna and Bellagara, the two at the neighboring stall to Dorothy and company, were no exception.
There’s no way they were doing any business right now; this was Lady Witch of the Forest’s debut appearance, and also the first ti this new-generation strongest Spell Master was accepting custom Spell work. How could they miss that?
Never mind what the Spell quality was like; the label "Lady Witch of the Forest’s first ti" was already irresistible.
"You really have connections with the Great Forest Witch? You’re not lying?"
A tall, big-voiced Dragon Witch was the first to speak. Her voice bood like thunder across the entire market, jolting the Spirits of other clueless passerby witches around the plaza.
They all rembered that inexplicable loyalty declaration from Miss Witch just now, and imdiately everyone began swarming over in this direction.
And this loud Dragon Witch voiced what everyone was thinking.
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