Chapter 313

"Speak, what price can you offer?"

Dorothy was a bit tired of standing, so she sat cross-legged on the street lamp and continued to look down at the tall and cold witch below.

However, Frost Snow Girl herself was still a bit confused; her witch brain found it hard to accept such a development for a moment.

What the hell, did she really decipher an other-worldly forbidden spell from scratch in two minutes? Could it be that all those previous spell masters were fooling me, and this job isn't actually as difficult as imagined?

Pfft, what am I thinking? It's obviously that this Lord Joker is just too outrageous.

After a long while, her brain finally resumed operation, recovering from this shock that was neither scientific nor magical. However, regarding the Phantom King's request for a price, she became a bit conflicted for a moment.

She hadn't expected that what was hidden in this stone slab was actually an eleventh-ring forbidden spell. This matter seemed to be something she couldn't handle on her own; she would have to go back and let her mothers summon the clan elders to hold a meeting and discuss it.

After all, even if they are both forbidden spells, the value between forbidden spells cannot be mentioned in the same breath. Although the eleventh ring is only one ring higher than the tenth, the gap between them is probably even larger than the distance from the 0th ring to the tenth.

As a top-tier witch battle group, the Wild Hunt clan had accumulated tens of thousands of years of warfare to this day. They might not have a hundred tenth-ring forbidden spells, but they had several dozen. However, they only had four eleventh-ring forbidden spells to date. As for twelfth-ring ones, they only had that one legacy left by the ancestor who had once been a Sage.

Therefore, eleventh-ring forbidden spells were the town-clan legacies of some major witch clans; they were very precious.

After all, although ordinary magic in the Witch World isn't worth much—even high-level magic can be taught directly in compulsory education—once you reach the realm of forbidden spells, it's truly difficult. The Sage Council's control over forbidden spells is still very strict.

Let alone eleventh-ring ones, ordinary tenth-ring forbidden spells are very hard for a self-made Grand Witch to learn if she doesn't have some ability.

This really isn't a question of money, but of learning qualifications. It requires your witch rank to be high enough, and to raise your rank, you have to contribute to the Witch World, grind rank points, and so on.

It's not over after grinding your rank; you also have to earn library points. This stuff is even harder to grind. You either do your own scientific research, or you can only go to other worlds to snatch other people's research results to exchange for points...

In short, it's very difficult.

And now, a precious eleventh-ring forbidden spell was placed before her eyes, and she only needed to pay more to learn it, with teaching and mastery guaranteed. I believe no witch in the whole world could refuse such a good thing.

If this weren't inside the Inquisitorial Court and still during an assessment, Frost Snow Girl would have already taken out her spellbook to call her two mothers over to discuss it in detail.

"Um, I wonder what you want, Lord Joker?"

Frost Snow Girl was still young after all; she thought for a long time but didn't know what price to offer to satisfy the big shot in front of her.

At this moment, she no longer had the arrogance she had when looking for trouble earlier, fearing that she might offend this big shot if she wasn't careful. After all, this was a great god who could figure out an other-worldly eleventh-ring forbidden spell from scratch in two minutes. Was this someone she could afford to offend?

Even if someone told her now that this Lord Joker was actually the alter ego of some Sage, and that this big shot was here to experience life, she would believe it. After all, besides a Sage, Frost Snow Girl couldn't think of anyone else who could do such an outrageous thing.

It couldn't be the Witch King, could it?

Emmm, it doesn't seem impossible either.

After all, in the Witch World, people often luckily bump into the three kings traveling incognito and then get some kind of encounter. There are so many such legendary stories that it couldn't help but make Frost Snow Girl start to wonder if she had become the protagonist of a legend today.

So, it's better to let the big shot speak the price herself. Whatever she says goes, and she definitely won't bargain.

Anyway, such a big shot wouldn't just open her mouth and ask for an exorbitant price; her family's little bit of assets wasn't worth mentioning in the eyes of such a big shot.

Dorothy: "....."

Looking at this Wild Hunt Princess who was suddenly not arrogant but instead excessively well-behaved, the Home Witch always felt that the other party had probably misunderstood something.

But her past poverty also limited her imagination. She just didn't know how much money she should normally charge, which was why she let the other party look at it and decide. How did you end up kicking the ball back to me?

So the question is, what should she ask for?

Ask for all Witch Gold Coins?

She, who was so poor she could barely afford to raise the three cubs at home, was indeed short of money, but the one who was poor was the Witch Academy student Dorothy, not the Joker Grand Inquisitor. Would it be too vulgar for her to open her mouth and ask for money with her current identity?

Then various high-level resources?

Laugh to death, with her current bit of mana, she wouldn't have the fortune to enjoy even more high-level resources. She couldn't handle the supplement, so she could only let them gather dust in the warehouse and save them for later use.

Then ask for a few territories?

Hmm, this is also not bad. That way, she wouldn't need to buy territories herself. But things like territories easily expose one's alter ego; she couldn't possibly go to take office as a lord in the identity of the Joker.

Tsk, so troublesome. She thought carefully and felt that besides being short of money, she didn't seem to be lacking anything else for the time being.

Could it be that she really has to open her mouth and ask for Gold Coins?

The Home Witch struggled for a long time, and then cast her gaze toward the Frost Snow Girl who was feeling uneasy.

Hmm, got it, she knew what she wanted.

"Then I want you."

The golden Phantom King opened her mouth and said this.

Frost Snow Girl: "......"

This time it was her turn to be silent, and after the silence came shame and annoyance.

Why is this hateful big shot so mischievous? Does she like teasing people so much?

She wouldn't go so far as to misunderstand that this Joker big shot had ulterior motives toward her. After all, she still had a somewhat clear understanding of herself. Although she was indeed a beauty, the least valuable thing in the Witch World was beauties, and for such big shots, getting any beauty to serve them was just a matter of hooking a finger. Where would they need to covet her body?

However, although she wouldn't misunderstand, it was the first time she had been told "I want you" by someone since she grew up. As a young girl, she was still a bit shy in her heart.

She was at the age that yearned for love, and young witches of this age always fantasized about some kind of nonsense romance like "The Overbearing Sage Falls in Love with Me."

But as a steel-straight girl of the Wild Hunt clan, Frost Snow Girl knew how much she weighed. Even if a domineering Sage really took a fancy to her, was she worthy?

She's not worthy at all.

What a Sage would take a fancy to wouldn't be her as a person, but only her identity as the future Lord of the Wild Hunt.

So, can't you, stinky big shot, speak properly? You could have just said you needed the Wild Hunt clan to do something for you; why did you have to say something so ambiguous as "I want you"?

Frost Snow Girl's face under the mask was slightly flushed.

After all, people in their Wild Hunt clan aren't as particular about finding partners as other witches, who talk about love and common language all day long. Their clan only looks at one thing: whether the other party is strong enough.

Every year, their tribe holds a matchmaking convention. As for the content of the matchmaking convention, it's a tournament. Witches who want to find a partner will go on stage to defend the ring, and others who take a fancy to the ring master can go up to challenge. Once the challenge is successful, the marriage is settled.

You can even directly knock the ring master unconscious with a stick and then carry her home to do this and that.

After all, they are a fighting race, and population is very important, so witches of the Wild Hunt clan generally marry relatively early. They usually go looking for partners as soon as they come of age, and can go to defend the ring around the age of sixteen.

And Frost Snow Girl is already twenty-seven years old this year, and she is still single, which counts as an older single dog in the clan.

As for why, it can only be said that she is too strong, strong to the point of having no friends.

She participates in the matchmaking convention every year, but no one has been able to successfully challenge her. In the early years, some people dared to try, but now, as the gap between her strength and her peers has grown larger and larger, no one even wants to challenge her ring anymore. After all, it's an impossible thing, and fighting is just a waste of effort.

Seeing her childhood playmates all paired up one by one, Frost Snow Girl is also anxious. But being anxious is useless; after all, those who can defeat her in the clan are all elders, and she can't possibly marry an elder, right?

So, seeing that there was no hope in the clan, she had to cast her gaze for a mate toward the broader Witch World. Otherwise, why do you think someone from the always-autistic Wild Hunt clan would run out and become a dueling star?

Is she playing matches? She's matchmaking, okay?

It's just a pity that her path to finding a mate has been difficult for so many years. She has been dueling for many years, winning more and losing less. Most of the few matches she lost were against veteran players whose age could be her mother's. Occasionally, a young talent would finally come along, but genius witches outside don't have the early marriage tradition like their Wild Hunt clan. Those young people are busy enjoying their youth or fighting for their careers; who wants to marry you?

In short, Frost Snow Girl's matchmaking path is very difficult.

Having been single for so long, her thinking has changed a bit, from the initial "elders are not okay" to now "as long as the elder witch is single, it's not impossible." After all, seeing her own strength getting higher and higher, if she drags it on, even witches of her parents' generation might soon not be her match, and if she waits a few more years, she'll have to choose from the grandmother generation.

So, actually, if this Lord Joker is also single, then it doesn't seem impossible, oh. It's just that this big shot might be of her ancestor's generation.

But age is not a problem; anyway, powerful witches have almost infinite lifespans.

"It's not impossible for you to want me, Lord, but you have to pay more this time."

Frost Snow Girl thought about it and still spoke with a little bit of expectation.

After all, although an eleventh-ring forbidden spell is precious, as the future Lord of the Wild Hunt, she is even more expensive. After all, the dowry after marrying her is an entire top-tier battle group.

And at this, the Phantom King was so scared she almost fell off the street lamp.

"What are you thinking? How can you have such terrible thoughts at such a young age? I'm a person with a family; you know what a child bride is? You have no chance."

Dorothy hurriedly waved her hands, explaining.

... Home Witch is being frightened...