"Well, that's just a whole bunch of wicked people right there."
That was Dorothy's first impression of the City of Sin.
With a little princess like Alice leading the way, she and Denisha entered the city quite effortlessly. The city guards dared not interrogate or cause them trouble, yet as they entered, they witnessed firsthand the extortion other folks suffered at the hands of the guards.
The entrance passage, roughly ten ters long, surprisingly had five separate guard checkpoints, each appearing to belong to a different faction. It's a damn rip-off: wanting to get into the city ant coughing up a protection fee five tis.
Clearly, not everyone was so docile and compliant, especially those with a nasty temper who resented this exorbitant "Entrance Fee," particularly so who considered themselves sowhat capable.
"I'm bloody broke, what are you going to do about it?"
A big, tall, dark guy bellowed like this before trying to force his way into the city. Judging by his massive build and nimble movents, this man was a warrior of no low level.
However...
Just as this brawny man was about to cross the first guard post, the seemingly lax guard suddenly swelled in size. Sharp, needle-like hairs pierced through armor as what had been a rather handso face elongated. The man quickly transford into a huge black wolf.
The terrifying black wolf didn't bother with words but instead opened its jaws, filled with dagger-like sharp teeth, and crunched down on the staggered dark brute...
Blood stained the ground, and the sound of the beast chewing through bones was crystal clear in the abruptly silent environnt, sending chills down one's spine.
A sweet and harmless little witch like Dorothy who had never seen such things before covered her eyes with trembling fingers. Only after the giant wolf had devoured the big dark man completely did she dare to look again, her curiosity prompting her to survey her surroundings.
Well, there wasn't much to say about the surrounding buildings. Given the dieval backdrop, they were quite beautiful and orderly—a relatively well-off city for that era. But having grown accustod to the witch's floating islands, the sight of these cities gave her the nostalgic sense of walking down an old, retro-style street.
Hmm, the ubiquitous black gothic architecture and the various demon sculptures and bas-reliefs added a fascinating flavor to the place.
"Thank goodness this is a magical world and the city is a gathering place for Transcendents. At least the truly disgusting dieval cityscape with streets full of excrent is absent, not too shabby."
The Hobody Witch consoled herself with such thoughts.
Buildings aside, the city's residents...
Though the streets seed bustling at first glance, a closer look revealed that most people wore masks or veils, obviously hiding their identities. Aside from that, nearly everyone carried a weapon, with all manners of armants, never leaving their sides.
So beneath the city's prosperous facade lay a nature of chaos.
And upon further observation, little details erged, such as so people wearing collars around their necks and others shackled at the feet, suggesting the existence of a Slave system.
There were also those who, while walking normally, suddenly collapsed lifeless, their bodies quickly picked up by passersby. This suggested that although the city guards had said no fighting was allowed inside the city, as long as you made your move discreetly and not too disruptively, it wasn't exactly forbidden.
"Dorothy, shouldn't we change into different clothes to cover up a bit?"
Suddenly, Denisha leaned in close and whispered the suggestion.
At this point, the three of them certainly stood out, as three beauties strolling blatantly through a city full of Wicked people was a bit too conspicuous. Even without Denisha's reminder, Dorothy could feel the nurous greedy gazes from every direction, their malice seemingly ready to devour her right then and there.
"It's unnecessary. Let's just stay like that."
If it were before, Dorothy might have agreed with Denisha's suggestion not to attract so much attention. But after eting Alice, she had changed her mind.
After all, she was soone with backing now and could afford to be more reckless in her own house.
Right now, she wouldn't mind if so Wicked people ca looking for trouble. After all, her "Star Absorption Technique" had been starved for a long while, and she desperately needed so human-shaped Magic Potion Bottles to replenish her Magic Power.
As a kindhearted person, she didn't have the heart to target innocent bystanders for a blood sacrifice, but she wouldn't mind gobbling up the enemies who ca to her of their own accord.
Of course, the main reason was that after the Hobody Witch had caused the Witch Hunter to commit suicide with a single sentence earlier, she realized that the eerie Charm of her Face of God couldn't be concealed by simple garb changes and veils; only magic could seal it, but she didn't have the surplus Magic Power to waste on sealing her looks.
Given that, changing outfits was pointless. After all, they were all just Mortals here, so being conspicuous wasn't a big deal—the threat was minimal.
The current Hobody Witch was no longer the weak ordinary Mortal she was a month ago. A month of training had given her so self-defense abilities. Not exactly powerful, but against that Werewolf who devoured humans at the city gate, she could crush it with one hand.
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