House Witch

  Emmm, good fellow, are you still so arrogant in front of Sir?

Dorothy blinked and was stunned by the Marquis's bluntness.

But then she reacted and reached out to touch the iron mask on her face that covered the lower half of her face.

Alright, although the vest is almost gone, her true face has always been a mystery. At most, others can only recognize her based on her clothes.

And now she is not using the local girl’s classic skin, but Valrhona’s tabard mode.

She has only used this new look once, and to be honest, this look is actually not very recognizable. After all, the red and black shirt is a classic. When I go to the battlefield, at least five of the ten armed witches are Almost the same color scheme.

Besides, at this time, at least the upper half of her face was exposed, and she looked like a stunning beauty. The eldest lady has never been known for her beauty, and many people even speculated that she might not have the face to show off to others. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to cover my face every day.

But having said that, she had already appeared in this look at a party at Audrey's house once before. If she was someone who had done detailed research on the information, she would have been able to recognize her. But obviously, this Marquis The adults didn't seem to pay much attention to her.

Well, this is normal.

After all, the world of witches does not revolve around her. Although she became famous after Artie's live broadcast, she has not yet become a household name. Besides, who is a serious big shot watching the live broadcast every day?

 This is especially true for those who call themselves big shots.

Hello, did you finally get the classic script of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger today?

 When she thought of this, Dorothy felt a little excited.

Although she actually didn’t want to dress like a weakling, she is really such a weakling in normal times.

"Your Majesty, Marquis, although the world of witches is not a society ruled by law, it still has to adhere to basic laws. Everyone among witches should be equal. It's not good for you to do this."

After all, she seemed to be suspected of fishing and law enforcement. Dorothy thought about giving the other party another chance to rein in the situation.

Well, although the social system of the Witch World is still a relatively primitive feudal lord system, the lords of each Witch Territory enjoy great autonomy in the management of their own territories, but in fact it is not to the extent that they can do whatever they want.

The most they can do is do whatever they want to the aliens in their territory, but their fellow witches must still be given the human rights they deserve.

After all, everyone is equal among witches. This is the basic law set by the God King. Later, the Dragon King and the Demon King also affirmed this basic law.

This is the only law in the witch world that is universally applicable.

 It’s just that the principle is this, but how to implement it is another matter.

If the superior really wants to take action against the inferior, there are too many ways to make you submit, just like what Marquis Lecti did to the singer lady before.

Hence, it is difficult to define whether the human rights of witches have actually been violated, and most of the time, the people do not investigate and the officials do not investigate.

Even before the creation of the Magic Network, it was very difficult for ordinary witches to report. After all, it was hard to say whether you could escape from the witch lord's hands, and how could you report if you couldn't escape?

 But now that the Magic Network is open, it is much more convenient. You can directly log in to the official website of the Tribunal to report on the Magic Network.

But, not many people actually use this function. After all, although your report is successful and the inquisitor has come to investigate, under normal circumstances, as long as no one is killed, you can't actually set the size of the lord. The punishment is, at most, nothing more than a fine or a warning such as detention.

  After all, the three kings only said that all witches are equal, and there is no specific regulation on this, so you can only deal with it according to the oldest method of killing people to pay for their lives, and paying debts for money.

As long as the person is immortal, even if the judge comes, there is nothing he can do to him. The most he can do is to ask for compensation.

But the judge can't protect you forever. When the judge leaves, the lord will still hate you and try another way to torment you. What should you do?

 There is a high probability that you will still have to abandon everything you have now and move to a different place to start over, even if it is clear that you are a righteous person and have done nothing wrong.

 Alas, this is the tragedy of the weak.

 In a world where great power is attributed to oneself, it is really better to rely on one's own fists than to rely on anyone else.

 Fist is power.

 Otherwise Dorothy wouldn't have hidden her true identity for so many years. What she said before about being accidentally captured by a boss and locked up in the basement was not just a joke.

This broken world is one that appears stable but is actually chaotic.

Of course, she herself has gotten through it a little bit now, and her strength has been steadily improving in the past few months. Of course, her little strength is actually just that, mainly due to her background.

Hmm, my good sister is really high and hard, which makes people feel so safe.

 It’s a pity that not everyone has an invincible sister like her.

 The singer girl in front of me is obviously really helpless.

 But based on her bravery and direct rejection of the Lord Marquis, Dorothy felt that she deserved a better future, rather than being dragged into the abyss of decay by a group of bed bugs.

She has a good sister to help hold an umbrella, so now that she is somewhat capable, she can help others hold an umbrella.

So, she took a step forward, came from behind Danica to the front, then lowered her head to look down at the Marquis, waiting for her answer.

Well, although most vampire witches are beautiful, they do not have a height bonus. Therefore, in terms of height, Dorothy, as the dragon witch, loses.

 Not to mention, it’s nice to look at others in such a condescending way occasionally.

Of course, she was happy, but someone who was being looked down on was not so happy.

 Lecti was very angry at this time.

She couldn't understand how this little witch dared to be so brave. Didn't she know that with her 100,000 mana magic power, she could crush her to death with just one finger? What gave her the courage to dance like this?

Miss Marquis became more and more unhappy the more she thought about it.

Why is there always something wrong with the script today? This supposed to be a simple trial mission has been met with frequent accidents. This is really annoying.

Of course, Lecti is not that kind of fool.

 She suppressed the anger that was gushing out of her heart and forced herself to calm down.

 When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Since this little witch dares to be so crazy, she must have someone to rely on. She is just here to cause trouble for the Dracula family today, not to make enemies everywhere, especially since the other party is a dragon witch.

No witch is willing to offend the Dragon Witch casually. After all, these warriors are notoriously cruel. If you mess with her, she will really beat you up.

So, she looked up at this courageous little witch seriously, trying to identify which family's daughter she was in the Night City.

There are not many Dragon Witch forces stationed in the City of Night. The most famous ones are the group of lunatics from Long Ming. The others are all small forces and not worth mentioning.

　　However, no matter how carefully the Marquis looked at it, she really had no impression at all except that the little guy looked better and better as he looked at it.

 “Are you from Longming?”

 She simply asked.

 Dorothy: “????”

 Longming? What the hell?

The house witch was stunned and almost didn't react. She turned her head and glanced at Danica beside her.

 “Longming Society, the organization behind the World Duel Competition.”

The Countess explained naturally.

It suddenly dawned on Dorothy.

She has heard of the World Duel Championship. After all, it is very popular on the Magic Online. It is equivalent to the World Cup in the Witch World.

 Speaking of which, in the world of witches, literary stars like Audrey and her family are just happy to watch. If you really want to watch something exciting, you have to watch martial arts stars.

Although those players who can make it to the stage of the World Duel Competition are actually far more than just stars. Their main profession is armed witches, and duel stars are just side jobs.

Well, if Miss Diva is also a martial arts star instead of a literary star, then the Marquis probably won’t dare to manipulate others at will.

Those dueling stars are all professionals in internal fighting. They are better at fighting witches than aliens. The Tribunal often recruits people from among them. And since the Longming Association is the organizing association of the World Series, its strength must be terrifying without even thinking about it. No wonder the Marquise suddenly became so polite.

“Tsk, I still prefer your unruly look just now, so I am really not a Long Ming person. Please recover first.”

 After figuring everything out, Dorothy answered so straightforwardly.

  Lecti: “.”

Miss Marquis was silent, although the tic-tac-toe on her forehead became more and more obvious.

This hateful naughty kid is really bullying people too much.

 So, why is she so crazy?

She was about to ask a few more questions, but before she could open her mouth, the other party blew himself up.

"Okay, okay, don't tempt me. I'm actually a relative of Dracula's family. My stepmother is the third daughter of her family. Are you satisfied now? So can you give me face and let this young lady go?" ?”

 Dorothy said directly impatiently.

Really, why are you asking so many questions? If you, a villain, know how to advance and retreat too well, how can you act in my slap-in-the-face script?

  Lecti: “.”

Miss Marquis’s face was really a little tense now.

This naughty kid is really shameless.

But, third lady?

Lectie recalled in her mind the former light of hope for the Vampire Clan. She was naturally familiar with this third lady. After all, she was a celebrity in the Vampire Clan, even if it was a negative reputation.

　　First he fell in love with a werewolf witch and gave birth to a half-breed bastard, and then fell in love with a mortal, who even brought an oil bottle with him.

Tsk, now it became clear, she said, how could a wealthy eldest daughter from some family be such a useless half-witch at such an age and only have the magic power of 100,000 mana, and her emotions are also of mortal blood, then it would be fine.

As Dorothy wished, the Marquis regained her coolness and strength.

　　After understanding the identity of this arrogant little witch, Lecti no longer has any scruples.

If it were the Blood Tribe who wanted the Red Moon Witch back then, Miss Marquis would still respect her. However, the cost of giving birth to a witch is huge, especially for the Blood Tribe Witch. What about that little werewolf hybrid bastard? He should be thirteen years old this year, and without the supply of natural resources and treasures, a mere thirteen years would not be able to make up for the loss of childbearing.

The current third lady is no longer the Red Moon Marquis, she is just a depraved sacrifice.

Of course, the arrogant little witch in front of her is also a real clown. Does she think her stepmother is still the daughter of a rich vampire family?

 But in fact, the wealthy family is almost gone, and the rich and young ladies are almost gone.

so.

"What are you? You are just a **** brought by a pretty boy. You are worthy of me giving you face. Let your stepmother do it."

Miss Marquis said disdainfully.

On the sidelines, Olena, who originally felt hopeful after seeing this heroic and handsome little witch speaking for herself, became desperate again.

 That’s all, it’s just enough for this young lady to stand up and speak for herself. This may be her own life.

 Miss Diva lowered her head.

Well, the little guy has already worked very hard, so I can’t continue to trouble such a good boy.

 She was ready to accept her fate.

 As for Dorothy, she narrowed her eyes when she heard this, and then smiled.

Well, in fact, what they said is indeed true. Adam is indeed a pretty boy, and he is really a drag.

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“Oh, I’ve given you a chance, why don’t you cherish it?”

The house witch sighed, shook her head, and whispered like this.

 Then, she stretched out her hand and wiped it on her face, then continued to look at the Marquis and asked with a smile.

“Then, Lord Marquis, take a closer look. What do you think I look like now?”

The moment Miss Marquis heard the whisper, the Peak Witch's instinct had already started to call the police frantically. She originally thought that the danger came from Danica on the side, but when she turned around, she saw that this old rival was still there. He stood there motionless.

So where does the danger come from?

Lectie turned her face back again, and then looked up at the beautiful little witch who was a little too tall.

But where was the pretty little witch? When she looked up, she saw the face of a clown whose mouth had been split to the base of her ears, and whose smile was very ferocious and bright.

In response to this, Miss Marquis also smiled.

Hmm, good life.

She just thought that the little witch was a clown, but now she actually performed a clown's unique skills, which was indeed something.

 Just as she was smiling, Lecti suddenly stopped laughing.

 She finally remembered a certain clown who had become famous recently.

 Damn it, the Clown Grand Inquisitor?

 Her expression turned to horror, then anger at the fishing law enforcement.

But more of it was fear. The face of the clown looking down at her suddenly enlarged, filling her entire field of vision as if it covered the entire sky.

Aware that something was wrong, the Marquis quickly turned her head to look for her companions.

She did not come to the banquet alone today. She was accompanied by a prince from the Fanzhuo family.

However, when she turned around, she found that the entire banquet venue had become extremely quiet at some point. The other guests were still talking and laughing not far away, but it all seemed to have turned into a mime. There was no sound at all.

 No, it should be said that the space they were in was no longer on the same level as the banquet hall, just like inside a mirror and outside the mirror.

 Other guests no longer noticed their side.

 However, although the guests did not notice them, the waiters at the banquet also looked up at this time, and then all of them smiled.

“Hehehe, guest, what do we look like to you?”

Each of these waiters suddenly tore open their skins, revealing various demonic features that had been hidden, such as fox tails, cat tails, antlers, ghost horns, snake bodies, and wings. Class characteristics.

There was a terrifying demonic energy flowing in this quiet space, and an invisible, unspeakable fear held Lecti's heart like a ghost's hand.

 This is no kind of blood family banquet.

 This is clearly a feast of ghosts belonging to demons.

Even Miss Marquis is considered a big shot in the world, but this is the first time she has seen such a strange scene. This is different from magic, and belongs to the weirdness of Eastern monsters.

Hmm, it’s very exotic.

However, it is obvious that not everyone can enjoy this exotic customs.

“Answer me, Miss Marquis, what do you think I look like when you look at me now?”

Wearing the aura of hundreds of ghosts, Miss Slippery Ghost, the master of ghosts and demons, asked again with cold eyes.

Miss Marquis is sweating profusely. (End of chapter)