Chapter 480

In a certain combat readiness room at the base of the Magic Knight Order in Pandora City, a group of people were staring at each other in silence.

"Emmmm, are we sure this is a Magic Knight squad and not a special operations team from the Inquisition?"

Dorothy looked at the so-called "teammates" opposite her, all of whom were wearing familiar masks, and for a moment, she didn't know how to complain.

Besides her and Colia, there were ten other people in the room—the veteran squad that the Black Sheep Witch had previously mentioned were originally tasked with the pursuit mission.

And these ten veterans were now all wearing pitch-black combat suits, each with a mask on their face; such attire was highly recognizable.

But what was even more recognizable were the designs of the masks on these guys' faces.

A skull, colorful graffiti, a starry sky, an ice bear, a fanged demon, an oak treant, a flying bird, a squinting smile, a phoenix, and a half-black, half-white yin-yang.

Hmm, does this look familiar?

In any case, Dorothy was very familiar with it; aren't these guys her old subordinates!

"Damn, how did these guys sneak into the Witch's Night? It's not strange that the Phoenix, the Elemental Empress, and the Skywalker are here, as they were originally students of the Witch Academy, but the rest of you guys aren't students anymore, are you?"

At that moment, the Home Witch had a head full of question marks.

Moreover, regardless of whether they were students or not, the fact that the ten of you could just happen to end up in the same squad is pretty absurd.

Don't tell me this can still be considered a coincidence.

Dorothy inexplicably had the feeling that she might have been set up by someone.

"I think this must be Dinisha's doing."

The Home Witch thought with such certainty; after all, besides this future Divine King, she couldn't think of anyone else who could make such arrangements during this Witch's Night.

"My lord, this is the Inquisition squad, a special mobile unit within the Magic Knight Order. Every member in the squad is one in a thousand. With them here, you can rest assured in testing during this mission; there won't be any accidents."

On the side, Colia, who didn't know that the members of this special squad had all been swapped out, was still introducing them to Dorothy. And from her look of complete trust, it was clear that this Black Sheep Witch truly thought this squad was excellent.

But

Dorothy, of course, knew that these guys were all talented; after all, they were her personally selected old subordinates, each possessing unique skills and having some tricks up their sleeves.

But the problem is that there are only 2 days left until the descent, and she herself had just finished the magic armor construction and was preparing to go out to test it; so these old friends of hers were probably the same.

Their original bodies might have been experts among the Magic Armor Girls, but how much of their original owners' strength could these players who had just descended for 2 days actually exert? That remains a question.

And the Inquisition squad—this name is truly a direct hint; Dinisha, you GM are too lazy to even pretend.

Although this name is indeed very fitting, after all, look at the identities of these twelve people in the room: one future Grand Inquisitor, one Grand Inquisitor, and ten Inquisitors.

This personnel configuration is absolutely capable of bearing this special squad name; it could even be more straightforward and just call it the Inquisition's Branch of the Witch's Night.

On the other hand, because Dorothy wasn't wearing a clown mask, the Inquisition squad didn't know who this beauty in a nun's habit and veil, yet graceful and elegant, was. Hearing Colia's introduction, they all nodded reservedly, none of them speaking, all pretending to be experts.

Of course, they were actually quite panicked inside. After all, they had all been at home diligently cramming the so-called magic armor knowledge when they were caught off guard by the summons to go on a mission. But the problem was that they were all just for show now, which made them feel very guilty.

However, the problem wasn't very big. After all, everyone is a genius. Although less than two days is not enough for them to fully master the magic armor left by their respective original owners, forming a certain combat capability is not a big problem. After all, they unexpectedly discovered that the hosts they descended into this time were surprisingly compatible with them, so compatible that it was as if they were tailor-made for them.

And

The Inquisition squad looked at each other; they were all "old acquaintances." As long as they cooperated well, fooling these two Witch's Night NPCs shouldn't be a big problem, right?

They still had some confidence in this. After all, although the world line had changed, there was no reason why they, these talented modern people from over a hundred thousand years later, couldn't handle these two primitive people.

Hmm, stay steady, don't panic. We have vision and knowledge that transcend the era. Even if the magic memory is sealed, this era-transcending vision is still there, so nothing will go wrong.

The ten of them exchanged glances, encouraging each other like this.

This kind of eye-contact communication technique was a special communication method learned in the Inquisition. Because there was no supernatural power involved, it was just a purely special encrypted communication method, so they still remembered it, and it just happened to come in handy now.

So, now they started a private conversation right in front of these two NPC superiors.

"Forest Child: Not good, what happened to the promised pursuit mission? Why did a burden come along? This nun who looks very lewd seems to be following us to experience life. Sisters, what should we do?"

"Phantom Girl: What else can we do? Of course, we have to bite the bullet. Tsk, this Witch's Night is a bit difficult; it actually gave such a troublesome mission at the start."

"Skywalker: Indeed, this Witch's Night seems to be different from the past; even the world line has changed. However, mutations often mean opportunities. We must be careful with this mission and make sure to complete it beautifully. This might be helpful for us to trigger the plot later."

"Elemental Empress: Skywalker, you seem very familiar with the Witch's Night. Are you a student of the Witch Academy?"

"Star Speaker: You say that, but who hasn't been a student of the Witch Academy? Although it's been many years since graduation, thinking about it still makes me nostalgic."

"Star Burial: To be honest, I really wasn't. I haven't attended the Witch Academy. This is my first time participating in the Witch's Night, and it's quite novel."

"No Gambling or Betting: +1 to the one above. I haven't attended school either; this is also my first time."

"Phoenix: Then you two really have relatively failed lives, not even having attended school."

"Frost Snow Girl: What's the matter? Is life a failure if you haven't attended the Witch Academy? You new captive little sister are quite arrogant, still acting like a young lady. As if anyone would care to attend that crappy school of yours."

"Ghost Face: Um, everyone, stop for a second. You seem to have gone off-topic. Shouldn't we discuss the mission strategy for later? I thought we only needed simple combat to catch people, but now there seems to be an additional security mission for important figures, which has increased the difficulty quite a bit. I didn't expect that such things as abusing power to add trouble to others existed over a hundred thousand years ago."

Dorothy: "."

Although these ten blockheads thought they were chatting on a private channel, they didn't know that it was actually a public channel.

Whether Colia, the future Grand Inquisitor, could understand their eye-contact communication, the Home Witch wasn't sure, but she herself could understand it completely.

She was also impressed that these guys could still go off-topic and almost start arguing at a time like this, and moreover

"Air-dropped young lady," "burden of a vase that holds us back," "her figure is so lewd, she might be the lover of some big shot," "she is so... slutty."

Reading the evaluations of herself in the discussion of these guys, the Home Witch hardened; her fists hardened.

You guys are quite bold, talking bad about your leader in a small group right in front of her, right? I'll remember this grudge.

A certain vase witch was trembling with anger inside.

However, she didn't go up and hit them immediately, but instead gave a very polite bow, acting just like a true newbie, greeting the big shots.

"New recruit reporting. Please give me your guidance for the upcoming mission, seniors."

It's just that the guys opposite still didn't speak, each of them just nodded coolly or coldly, which could be considered a perfect performance of the big shots' aloofness.

Of course, this was still just for show; after all, the eye contact of several people had already exposed their inner thoughts.

"Forest Child: This newcomer is quite polite. I'm starting to appreciate her."

"Phantom Girl: Forget it, is that appreciation? Just now when she bent over, your eyeballs almost fell out. You are clearly lusting after her body; you are despicable."

"Frost Snow Girl: To be honest, it is indeed big. A slender branch hanging with a heavy fruit. My mother said that this kind of figure is good for childbearing. If she were in our tribe, she would definitely be pursued by many people."

"Star Speaker: Can't you guys be serious? And it's very tiring if it's too big; you guys don't understand."

"Phoenix: As if you understand. Damn, forgot you are a minotaur template. You are also lewd, a useless fatty monster."

"Ghost Face:"

Dorothy felt even more tired. With such a group of lively teammates, she always felt that the upcoming mission was a bit ominous.

Forget it, not playing anymore.

Feeling that if she waited any longer, these guys would almost start fighting internally, the Home Witch helplessly raised her hand and then snapped her fingers with a *pop*.

Consequently, the black and white nun's habit on her body began to decompose, as if someone had suddenly censored the clothes on her body. Fortunately, this thick layer of censorship was quickly eliminated, but what was revealed was no longer the original nun's habit, but a set of pitch-black, cool combat robes.

That was the standard combat robe of the Inquisition's Grand Inquisitor.

Inquisition squad: "."

The crowd, who were originally arguing, saw this familiar equipment and immediately widened their eyes, each filled with disbelief and the rapidly rising panic and anxiety.

Someone even swallowed nervously, and a very ominous possibility suddenly rose in their hearts.

As everyone knows, it is impossible for the Inquisition to exist in this era, so naturally, no NPC would know the style of this iconic standard combat robe of the Grand Inquisitor. And now that this clothing has appeared, it means

Hmm, those of them who are not students have already sneaked into the Witch's Night, so there is no reason why Lord Clown couldn't get in. In other words

The crowd looked nervously at Dorothy opposite them, and the Home Witch didn't fail their expectations. Alchemy activated in her hand, and the free elements in the air gathered toward her hand, then turned into an iconic clown mask.

Dorothy put on the mask and then looked at the crowd, who had been scared silly, with a teasing look in her eyes.

"Yo, you guys are having quite a lot of fun."

Inquisition squad: "."

The crowd looked at each other. They remembered the content of their private chat earlier, and one by one, they started to tremble.

And at this, the Home Witch felt secretly pleased. And just as she was thinking about whether she should discipline these subordinates who dared to discuss their superior at will, she was suddenly stunned.

Because she felt that the mask she had just casually refined on her face had suddenly come alive, and a familiar fluctuation was emanating from the mask.

Dorothy: "."

The Home Witch was slightly silent for a moment, but Miss Mask clearly didn't intend to let her off.

"Well done, you heartless Qian Bao. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you outside? That hateful Divine King teacher actually sealed my account, but it wasn't completely sealed. As long as I find a suitable host, I can come down. But Qian Bao, why haven't you worn a hat or mask for so long? Do you still have me in your heart?"

On the originally ordinary mask, tentacles that no one could see stretched out. The tips of the two cute little tentacles curled up, forming small hammers, constantly hitting Dorothy's head, while an angry voice sounded in Dorothy's ear.

Home Witch: "."

Listening to the accusations of this Senior Fan Ni, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, Dorothy was even more speechless.

You got your account sealed, don't reflect on yourself, blame me for what? Besides, you didn't tell me that finding a hat or mask could summon you.

Thinking that the mask she had casually refined had actually summoned this fun-loving person, the Home Witch felt a little regretful.

Careless, brought this troublemaker here.

She thought with some disgust.

Before, she might have still felt awe for this future Fourth King, but now Dinisha is her good sister. Do you understand the gold content of the sister-in-law of the Divine King?

Moreover, both are future kings. Look at what Dinisha, who hasn't achieved the status of Divine King yet, looks like now. Senior Fan Ni, shouldn't you really reflect on yourself?

Watch less fun, do some serious work, Asa Fan Ni.

People compare with people, it's infuriating; goods compare with goods, it's trash. Comparing Dinisha and Senior Fan Ni in her heart, Dorothy sighed.

Senior Mask, who felt that she had been disliked and despised, had her tentacles bent into question marks.

"Qian Bao, why don't you speak? I always feel like you're thinking about something rude. Confess honestly, do you have someone else behind my back?"

Senior Fan Ni pulled Dorothy's hair with her tentacles and asked like this.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. I recently hugged the thigh of the Divine King. Her thighs are so fragrant and soft."

Dorothy nodded without hesitation and said so.

"Hehe, I believe you, a ghost. Divine King teacher is not that kind of person. She is very serious. Every time I see her, my legs tremble. It's strange that you can hug her legs."

Hearing such an answer, Senior Mask suddenly let go of Dorothy's hair in a boring way. She felt very bored without eating the melon.

Dorothy: "."

Fine.

The Home Witch thought for a while and decided to take Senior Fan Ni home later to see her Divine King teacher, whom she was thinking about.

Hmm, no need to thank me, she has always been helpful.

Home Witch is becoming fun-loving.

Woo woo woo, Qian Bao has become bad.

(End of chapter)