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‘We’re collecting protection money! ’

In the picture, several burly men wearing vests and sinewy faces came to the room where the witches were, grinning ferociously.

Their level is less than level 2, but there are as many as seven of them.

Lot looked at the screen solemnly, and then asked: "Have tramps been blackmailed by these gangsters all this time? Do the consuls know?"

System: "I know. According to the Archon's explanation, this is the only way to stimulate the homeless people's emotions. Otherwise, they would be in a state of confusion all day long, eating and waiting to die."

As long as they stand up and resist, even though they will be beaten up, it will at least make them feel resentful, have a desire for revenge, or something else, and give them a reason to leave here.

This is the understanding of the governors. After all, there are so many factories outside. You can earn 600 gold a day by working on any assembly line. Then you can leave here. Why do you have to stay here and be bullied?

"That's true, but there will always be some people who reach a low point in life and want to escape. Are any women hurt?" Lott asked.

System: "There are currently no, or should be said, no female wanderers staying here. The three witches you see are the only women here."

It seems that women are far stronger than men.

Lot: "Let the knights go over to relieve the siege."

System: "Okay, sir."

In the picture, three witches were suddenly awakened.

Then they saw a group of big men rushing into the room with grins on their faces.

The girls didn't waste any time. They raised their short staffs and threw out a series of magic attacks.

It's a pity that there are so many people on the other side. Even if they knock down the two in front, a group of guys behind them will swarm them.

Seeing that the witches are about to be killed.

In this flash of lightning, a figure stood in front of them, and then a burst of lightning struck, and all the gangsters turned into a pile of charred corpses and collapsed on the ground.

After a while, they all disappeared and rolled back to life.

The witches sat on the bed and stared blankly at the knight in front of them who was wearing silver armor and had a yellow mouse lying on his shoulder.

‘Thank you,’ one of them said quickly.

The death knight glanced back slightly, then disappeared.

Looking at the dazed expressions of the witches in the picture, Lott couldn't help but sigh: "The cliché plot of a hero saving a beauty will never become outdated no matter what. Let the warlock go over and see if he can trick the leaves."

System: "Yes."

In the picture, just as the witches recovered from their fright, a figure appeared in the room again, a conjurer wearing a black robe.

'Are you not hurt, ladies? ’ asked the warlock, turning to look at them.

The witches stared at him blankly, and it took them a long time to realize that this warlock and the knight just now were both local law enforcers.

‘My lord wishes to have a conversation with you. ’ The warlock said as he took out a disk, and Lot’s holographic image appeared on it.

"Good evening, ladies." Lott greeted the witches on the screen.

Since you want the leaves of the world, just do it without any secrets and waste of time.

The girls who had just escaped from danger were slightly surprised when they saw Lot's virtual image, because they instinctively thought that there should be only one person in the city who could dispatch the local law enforcement team.

"Your Excellency, Lord of the Dungeon?" one of the witches asked cautiously.

"Yes." Lott smiled and nodded.

When the witches heard this, their hearts were filled with shock and joy.

It's really hard to meet the lord of a force as soon as you arrive.

In fact, in the eyes of nobles, witches are basically no different from ordinary alchemists and adventurers - they just spend money and buy corresponding services or props.

The price paid and the credibility of each noble are different, but the more advanced the nobles, the higher their credibility. They basically disdain to take advantage of adventurers.

On the contrary, those at the lower level love to care about everything and get into constant troubles about this and that.

Among the high-ranking nobles, a city lord is considered to be the highest-level existence.

But they basically have dedicated alchemists, pharmacists, or sword guards around them, and they basically don't have to come into contact with witch adventurers and the like.

But occasionally there are some exceptions, and the lords are quite generous in their actions.

Therefore, it is quite honorable to be received or even entrusted by the lord of a force. Not to mention the money, the lord will also give special rewards if the task is completed well.

The level of the witch apprentices in front of them is not high, and those suitable for them are just to accept some tasks given by ordinary nobles.

But now, the lord of the dungeon appears in front of them, which is a huge opportunity.

"Thank you, distinguished lord." The oldest-looking witch quickly stood up and saluted.

She could see that if it hadn't been for the lord's order, the law enforcers might not have been able to carry out on-site rescue so quickly, and it was unknown whether they would even show up in time.

"What are you doing here?" Lot asked knowingly.

The witches looked at each other, and the eldest sister said humbly to Lot:

"Our instructor left early. Since the alchemy experiment requires a lot of materials, we plan to open a magic workshop here to take on some tasks and practice our skills at the same time."

"That's just right. I need something. I hope you can help me find it." Lott said.

When several people heard this, they immediately became energetic and quickly asked what an object was.

"Leaves of the World Tree." Lot said without hesitation.

This made the witches stunned, and they all looked up at him.

Lott continued: "As long as you help me find the World Leaves, I can satisfy any advanced workshop you want, and I will give you 10 million as a reward. What do you think?"

"10 million?!"

Several people gasped.

They had never heard this amount in their lives.

100,000 gold is already as high as the sky, and the 10,000 gold they brought is their mentor's life fortune.

"How?" Lot asked further.

The witches looked at each other and finally said they needed some time to discuss.

Lott nodded in agreement and asked the warlock to go out and wait.

On the big screen, the witches were discussing fiercely whether to sell the leaves in their hands.

Lott himself was sitting there with his legs crossed leisurely, drinking coffee.

Just then, he heard a familiar set of terms: Babvis.

A goathead?

The witches said no more.

They looked at each other and finally nodded.

One of them went out and called the sorcerer over.

When the warlock came in and showed Lot's holographic image to the witches again.

The older witch spoke: "Dear Lord, we can get the leaves of the world for you, but can you please promise us one thing?"

"You said it." Lott nodded.

"Please kill for us the leader of the Fenrir branch where Babvis is located here! If we can get its horn, we will give you the precious world leaves."