Chapter 959: 589. Witch’s Ho, Gathering
After catching up with my good sister, personally cooking to feed Little Fatty Dragon, and soaking in the Underworld’s special Hell Hot Spring Bath with Artie, Dorothy woke up.
Just in the blink of an eye, she found herself back in the Great Judge’s office located at the Judgnt Court Headquarters.
The hobody witch looked around confusedly, finding herself lying on the office sofa, seemingly having just dozed off.
She looked in front of her and saw the corpse of a gray-haired Angel Witch with twelve wings, lying beside her like Sleeping Beauty.
Dorothy: “…”
If this were in her past life, waking up to find a corpse next to her would have scared her half to death. In fact, even now, she still felt the scene was kind of perverted and bizarre.
But what can you do? This is her housemate, her family, of course, she couldn’t hold it against her.
Dorothy carefully picked up this “Sleeping Beauty” and put her into her magic bag, settling her in her original bedroom within the multi-layered villa-like interior space of the magic bag.
Is this considered hiding a corpse perversely, or keeping a beauty in a golden house?
That’s a question.
The hobody witch’s mind suddenly jumped to this thought, but she imdiately shook her head with amusent.
You can’t overthink such things, otherwise, you’ll really start to feel strange about yourself.
She then rembered her previous strange journey to the Underworld and frowned slightly.
Honestly, she’s not quite sure now whether she truly summoned the Gates of the Underworld and made a trip to the Underworld, or if it was all just a big dream.
After all, she distinctly rembered stepping into the Ghost Gate, but then woke up to find herself on the sofa, which didn’t quite match up.
Could it be that I didn’t enter the Dream Realm when I entered the Gates of the Underworld, but actually fell asleep the mont I summoned the Gates, making even the mory of leaving Sophia’s corpse in the office a dream?
Dorothy was having a hard ti distinguishing reality, feeling like she was caught in the Mirror Flower, Water Moon illusion of so spectacled uncle with gelled hair.
The hobody witch had so research into Illusion Techniques of the Spiritual School, and ordinary illusions really couldn’t fool her, but the illusionary Dream Realm nad the Underworld System was beyond her current understanding.
Moreover, just as people often can’t rember their dreams clearly, her mories of the Underworld journey were rapidly fading.
How can this feeling be described?
Hmm, it’s like having drunk ng Po Soup.
Fortunately, before the mory of the Underworld completely faded, Dorothy rembered sothing and quickly reached for the Judgnt Order at her waist.
In the next instant, the originally silver Dragon dal beca eerie and sinister, and the “Judgnt” words on the token flickered like poor reception before transforming into two different characters from the original dragon script.
It was still Judgnt.
However, this was no longer the Judgnt Order of the Judgnt Hall of the Mortals, but the Judge’s Order signifying the identity of a Yin Cha in the Underworld.
Earlier, her good sister said the three of them really were judges, and she wasn’t lying; the Underworld Judges are the judges of the Underworld, and now the hobody witch was directly holding dual roles.
Hmph, do you understand the gold content of having it both ways in Yin and Yang, with her hands on her hips.
“Tsk, seems it really wasn’t a dream.”
Looking at the special Judgnt Order in her hand, Dorothy understood, and those previously vague “dream mories” beca vivid again.
She clearly recalled everything about this trip to the Underworld.
“No wonder the Underworld is always so mysterious, and no one can explain what it looks like; turns out, no one rembers.”
Having personally experienced such a dreamlike journey, the hobody witch understood.
Then, she dusted herself off and got up, heading towards the office of the Great Judge of Annihilation nearby.
Hmm, next, she should go rob by imperial decree, oh pfft, go on a sanctioned tour; such things naturally needed to be reported to Mother Superior in advance, so Mother Dragon wouldn’t worry.
Knock knock knock…..
She knocked on the office door, and soon, the familiar cool and authoritative queenly voice rang out from inside.
“Co in.”
Dorothy pushed the door open and saw Mother Superior sitting on the sofa reading a book.
Hmm, Mother Superior still looked so dashing and imposing today, and this couldn’t help but remind the hobody witch of the Moon Goddess Nun Eve she t on the Witch’s Night, though they had identical faces, their characters and temperants really couldn’t be said to have no connection, only completely unrelated.
“You’re here, what are you looking at like that for, is there sothing on my face?”
Seeing her daughter coming in, Euphilia put down the book in her hand and looked curiously at the little dragon whelp whose gaze was a bit odd.
“No, no, I was just thinking how Mother Superior is still so handso and mighty, surely you easily captured the hearts of thousands of maidens in your youth.”
Dorothy quickly waved her hand, saying this.
Hmm, it’s the truth.
Her own Mother Superior’s aura was so strong, she was exactly the standard domineering president in novels; in a witch race like this, where females dominate, such naturally aggressive and handso witches are very popular.
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