Chapter 217: The Floating Witch

Dorothy was a bit caught off guard by this sudden development. She blinked and looked up and down at this uninvited guest in front of her.

This is a young witch wearing an academy uniform. She looks like she is about 20 years old, but her appearance can only be said to be generally beautiful, belonging to the kind of passerby face among witches, just barely reaching the passing line of standard appearance.

What's more, the other party seems to be very angry now, so she is a bit hideous for a while, proving the truth that anger makes people ugly.

However, the other party's strength is not weak. Dorothy sensed it slightly. This is estimated to have about 100,000 mana. According to the normal standards of the Witch Academy, this also belongs to the medium-to-upper level, and if it is in this 13th Ring, it can still be considered a top student.

Tsk, this is a bit troublesome.

The Home Witch

So, as I thought, staying at home is indeed more comfortable and worry-free. Once you go out, you always encounter all sorts of troublesome things.

"Have I encountered the legendary incident of jealousy and rivalry?"

Dorothy thought, realizing it a beat late.

Of course, she wasn't afraid, she just felt it was a bit troublesome, and she is someone who really hates trouble.

Regardless of anything else, forcibly breaking the seat barrier and barging into someone else's table like this is simply too offensive and rude.

However, considering the other party's situation and mood, Dorothy managed to suppress the displeasure in her heart and didn't say anything, instead looking at the Centaur Miss opposite her.

Before knowing the relationship between the other party and Miss Nina, she didn't intend to stick her neck out; it was better to let them resolve it themselves.

If they really are in that kind of intimate relationship, then her position as the 'other woman' would be a bit awkward.

Ah, this, I, Dorothy, have always been a pure-love warrior. How did I suddenly almost turn into a cuckold today?

The Home Witch is inexplicably feeling guilty.

But speaking of cuckolds, Dorothy glanced at this uninvited witch guest. Her head had a pair of bull horns; she really is a Minotaur witch.

On the other side, because of this accident, the Centaur Miss, who was originally slightly tipsy, also suddenly sobered up. She raised her head, looked at the witch who had suddenly barged in, and couldn't help but frown.

"Miss Zhu En, it is currently working hours. Please do not disturb the shop's normal business. Can we talk somewhere else?"

Miss Nina forced a professional smile onto her face and said so.

The other party could be considered a regular customer of hers; she had been coming to the shop to spend money for almost half a year, and she was always quite generous whenever she came to drink.

Therefore, adhering to the service spirit that the customer is god, even though the other party's actions had already broken the shop's rules and affected other guests, the Centaur Miss still suppressed her anger, thinking she could change to another place to explain things clearly to the other party.

It's just a pity that Minotaurs are a race easily consumed by anger and prone to losing their heads. Witches modeled after Minotaurs naturally inevitably have such a hot temper, being somewhat irritable and quick to anger.

At this moment, the Minotaur witch, who felt her head was turning green, could no longer hear normal words. She shook off the Centaur Miss's hand, which had originally wanted to pull her to another place, and then looked with bloodshot eyes at Dorothy, who was bowing her head and biting a straw to drink nearby.

"I'm not leaving. We'll settle this here today. Is it her? Is that bitch her? Nina, I clearly told you, I've already been saving money to redeem you. Once I save enough money to go find the boss and buy you, you will be my servant army. We already agreed on it. Why did you betray the agreement?"

The furious Minotaur witch's eyes were already bloodshot and red, showing signs of a wild bull about to go mad.

This made Dorothy, who was on the side, feel a bit vigilant.

Sigh, although witches with Minotaur templates are mostly big-chested and brainless, a bit silly, stubborn, and paranoid in their behavior, they are truly fierce once they get angry. In a berserk state, all attributes can increase significantly, but the corresponding cost is that their already precarious intelligence drops even further.

At this moment, this Minotaur witch named Zhu En was clearly already on the verge of going berserk. At this time, the other party probably really couldn't listen to anyone else's words; she would only recognize her own stubborn logic and believe what she was willing to believe.

Regarding this, the Centaur Miss was also very distressed, especially since their situation seemed to have attracted the attention of others. Many guests and the shop's staff were peeking over at them, which gave Nina a headache.

She didn't want to affect the shop's business because of herself, so she still tried to explain.

"Miss Zhu En, I have already told you many times, working here is my own choice. No one is forcing me, and I am free. There is no such thing as redeeming or not redeeming. Our shop runs a legitimate business and doesn't have practices that restrict personal freedom."

Nina reached out to cover her forehead in distress, feeling a bit exhausted.

She didn't know what was wrong with this customer; she just suddenly and inexplicably took a fancy to her and kept shouting about wanting to redeem her and having her go be her servant army. She had already explained many times that she was a free person and didn't want to be any servant army, but the other party never believed her, only thinking she was lying. She was only willing to believe what she thought, and it was impossible to explain.

Sigh, anyway, she is a very difficult customer to serve, but since they are open for business, it's generally impossible for them to refuse customers.

As for that so-called agreement, that was an agreement set unilaterally by the other party. Her clear refusal at the time, as expected, just like her explanation, didn't enter the other party's ears at all.

Annoying, truly annoying.

Nina looked at Dorothy, who was scared into bowing her head and not daring to make a sound (from the Centaur's perspective), and couldn't help but show an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Dorothy. I didn't handle my personal affairs well today and dragged you into it. Don't worry, I'll handle it soon."

The Centaur Miss apologized sincerely.

Sigh, really, it was hard to find a little witch who suited my taste today, and I had just reminisced about my hometown; the mood was originally quite good, but now it's all ruined.

"It's okay, big sister, you don't need to worry about me. Do you need my help?"

Dorothy finally understood what was going on. So it was just the Minotaur's paranoid, stubborn, and unreasonable nature causing trouble again. But this is also good; at least she didn't inexplicably become the 'other woman'. She breathed a sigh of relief.

And since this is the case, she had no more concerns. She was quite willing to help the Centaur Miss solve this trouble. After all, this is the Witch World. Once a different race offends a witch, regardless of who is right or wrong, the one who suffers in the end is usually the different race.

"You bitch, still lying to me. You different races are clearly our witches' slaves. Talking about freedom? I'm willing to redeem you, that's your honor, it's giving you face. Isn't becoming a servant army for the gods more glorious than you selling drinks and accompanying people to drink here?"

It's just a pity that the Minotaur witch on the side had completely gone berserk. Having lost her mind, she let out such a roar.

And this made almost everyone in the shop frown, whether they were other witch guests or different races.

After all, even if this sentence is true in a certain sense, in the current environment where the Demon King encourages harmony between witches and different races, saying such politically incorrect words in public has a very bad impact.

Dorothy also raised an eyebrow, truly feeling a bit angry.

It's hardened, her fist has truly hardened. This person is truly crazy. With this level, you have the nerve to call yourself a god? Opening your mouth and closing your mouth is about wanting people to be your servants. The witch's seat as the head of natural disasters isn't even stable yet, so why are you floating already?

"Beat her, go for it, Qian Bao, I approve."

On top of the Home Witch's head, the Hat Senior, who had been happily eating melons and watching the show, also opened her starry eyes. She lowered her tentacles and said this in Dorothy's ear.

... The Home Witch is getting up...