Chapter 208: The Wrong Contract

After finally dealing with Sophie Liya, Dorothy walked into the kitchen easily and happily. She put on her beloved pink furry rabbit apron and prepared to start cooking tonight's dinner.

Mm, she was indeed tired for a day today. She decided to eat something good to reward herself.

Opening the refrigerator door, she took out a piece of dragon meat that had been treasured for a long time. From the strong magic fluctuations emanating from this dragon meat, she knew that this couldn't be compared to those flashy sub-dragon meats; this was the meat of a true dragon.

Well, although it's a bit creepy for Dorothy, as a Dragon Witch with close ties to the dragon race, to eat the meat of a true dragon, this kind of thing is actually quite common. After all, dragons themselves often engage in cannibalism.

For example, on her shoulder, Fafna, who was usually only interested in various precious metals, also raised her head after seeing this dragon meat, seeming a bit eager to try.

In the Dragon World, after dragons of different factions fight, the winner enjoying the remains of the loser is the most normal thing. This not only has no sequelae but also significantly strengthens oneself and is more likely to obtain some ability characteristics of the loser.

Mm, it's as if the laws of the Dragon World itself encourage this kind of mutual devouring behavior. Survival of the fittest, the beastly law of survival of the fittest is displayed vividly there.

And actually, at first, Dorothy refused to eat dragon meat. After all, her rationality couldn't accept eating a sentient creature; just thinking about it felt a bit awkward.

But this kind of obstacle is like some people not daring to eat animal heads; just overcome it a little. After really eating a few bites, the witch's brutal nature helped her easily accept this matter, and the extreme deliciousness and sufficient magic of the dragon meat instantly made her "true fragrance" on the spot.

It's just that even so, Dorothy's taste among witches still belonged to the relatively light side. After all, other witches, especially those armed witches, have always been uninhibited when eating. Except for fellow witches and close human relatives, they can put almost any other edible race on the dining table.

Fortunately, this brutal eating habit is still relatively conservative within the peaceful Witch World. After all, they have to take care of the emotions of those different races that have submitted to the witches. But if it were on the front-line battlefield, then the regiment's cafeteria would be a horror movie scene. Strange dishes like pan-fried angel wings, charcoal-grilled demon hearts, and forest elf stewed murlocs are really scary.

Dorothy can currently only accept beast-type different races as ingredients. She really can't bring herself to eat humanoid ones; looking at them gives her the uncanny valley effect, and she wants to vomit.

However, she saw on the Mana Web Food Forum that active armed witches also said that humanoid ingredients are just for mana replenishment. After all, the best source of mana replenishment on the battlefield is the enemy's corpse. If you don't eat, your mana replenishment won't be enough, and you might turn yourself into the enemy's ingredients, so you are forced to eat. But actually, these really aren't delicious. If you really want to enjoy deliciousness, you still have to go for those strange beast-type different races.

Although beast-type different race netizens scolded this kind of statement for racial discrimination, the facts seem to be just like this. It is said that many beast-type different races, in order to avoid becoming ingredients because they are too delicious, have specially started to evolve toward the humanoid direction.

Well, in short, a large part of Dorothy's current fear of the battlefield is because she was scared by those brutal regiment meals. She is a bit afraid that if she really becomes an armed witch, she will be forced by the cruel environment of the battlefield to adjust her taste.

She has always felt that people are only people when they live in a civilized order. Once they break away from the shackles of order and go to that uninhibited battlefield, then the difference between people and beasts is really not big, and it can even be said that people are more dangerous than beasts at that time, and the lower limit is lower.

She feels that she should set some bottom lines for herself, even if these bottom lines might seem pretentious, they are mostly just her self-satisfaction.

Dorothy shook her head, shaking off the wild thoughts in her head.

"Why think so much? My construction team is almost formed, and the beautiful real estate industry is waiting for me. I don't need to go to the battlefield to be an armed witch. No matter what, I won't end up eating those true dark dishes."

The Home Witch comforted herself like this.

Snap...

She snapped her fingers lightly, as if opening an invisible mechanism. The kitchen that was originally sleeping woke up under the will of its master. Various kitchen utensils began to act automatically, as if the best orchestra was playing the song of food under the guidance of an elegant conductor...

Until...

"Young lady, are you sure you didn't sign the wrong contract with those Moon Rabbits?"

In the living room, Sophie Liya, who was originally flipping through the contract terms, hurried over. She, who was always steady and calm, actually seemed a bit eager at this moment.

"Of course not. I checked it carefully before signing."

Dorothy looked at her roommate with some confusion and said with certainty.

It's just that even though she was distracted, the cooking in the kitchen continued in an orderly manner.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my contract? It shouldn't be, right? I used the most well-received standard contract template on the Mana Web?"

After all, there is a specialty in the art industry. She is socially anxious and doesn't know much about knowledge like contracts that deal with others. In this regard, Sophie Liya, who has been a Student Council President for many years and has very rich management experience, is definitely an expert. Now that the expert says there is a problem, Dorothy is naturally a bit nervous.

"The contract template is indeed a very mature standard contract, and there is no problem with the terms, but young lady, did you get the contract type wrong? This contract is an equal contract used between witches and witches. What should be signed with different races is an auxiliary army contract, which is that kind of master-servant contract."

The pure white witch said such words very quickly. From her constantly heaving chest, it could be seen that she was indeed a bit emotionally excited at this moment.

After all, that was the number one Moon Rabbit auxiliary army. Does this young lady know the preciousness of the Moon Rabbit auxiliary army? Since she encountered such a good opportunity, she should have directly used the most solid contract to bind both sides. As a result, what did this young lady do? She actually signed an equal contract, and there was even a clause in the terms that the Moon Rabbits could leave at any time if they were unhappy. What is she doing?

Thinking of this, the Angel Witch was so angry. She stared at this young lady with hatred for not being able to become steel.

"What? So you were talking about this. Then it's fine. I know this. I specifically signed an equal contract."

After understanding what her roommate meant, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief. She waved her hand and continued to busy herself with her cooking.

"You did it on purpose? Why?"

Originally, she thought the young lady didn't know the difference between the two contracts and made this stupid mistake, but now Sophie Liya couldn't understand it. Her golden shining eyes were full of confusion, just like she still couldn't understand why the young lady would refuse the teacher's arrangement.

"Because what I want is not an auxiliary army, but family."

Dorothy raised her head and said seriously.

... Two witches are looking at each other... ===== CHAPTER 209 =====