Chapter 579: Witch's Justice

Dorothy looked at the Angel Grand Inquisitor who was disguised as a receptionist in front of her. Seeing that the other party had forcibly suppressed her anger and didn't break out, she felt a bit regretful.

Tsk, it can only be said that witches who can mix into the position of Grand Inquisitor, except for herself, a relationship household who came in through the back door, should all have some real skills. At the very least, basic vision is not lacking. It is impossible to really be like a mad dog, biting whoever she sees.

Therefore, the Home Witch had to regretfully disperse the "Time Stop" magic that she had already prepared. She was ready to take the other party down with a time stop if this receptionist lady was really brain-dead, so as to occupy the advantage of reason, and then stand on the moral high ground to talk to that so-called Angel Grand Inquisitor.

It's a pity that the plan was very beautiful, but the reality was very skinny. The other party didn't give any chance at all.

"Damn, Fairy King, your mockery is getting less and less effective."

The Home Witch despised herself in her heart.

However, the other party didn't take the bait, but she had no good way. After all, if she provoked too much, it would become looking for trouble for no reason, and then she would be the one at a disadvantage. She had to wait boredly for the receptionist lady to contact her superior.

She didn't wait long. Soon, the Angel Witch Grand Inquisitor who was disguised as a receptionist put down her identity token, and then spoke.

"Clown Lord, please come with me, Grand Inquisitor Justice wants to summon you."

Hearing this sentence, Dorothy was stunned. It was also the first time she heard the code name of this Angel Grand Inquisitor.

It's just that the code names of the Inquisition were all taken by the Inquisitors themselves, so whether this justice was really justice was hard to say.

Anyway, the Home Witch didn't have a good impression of this Grand Inquisitor she had never met. After all, the butt determines the head. On the premise of knowing that Sophie Liya didn't commit any principled problems, her position was definitely more biased towards her own family.

However, she didn't rush to refuse the summons of that Angel Grand Inquisitor, but nodded.

She wanted to see what this big shot wanted to do.

Therefore, Dorothy turned around and signaled her little partners to wait here, and then followed the receptionist lady towards the office direction of that Grand Inquisitor Justice.

The witch's foot speed was naturally not slow, and the two soon arrived at the destination.

Dong dong dong...

"Justice Lord, Clown Lord is here."

The receptionist lady knocked on the door and said so.

"Let her in."

Soon, a young female voice came from inside the door.

This voice was very heroic, making people imagine the image of a capable female knight as soon as they heard it.

And when Dorothy pushed open the door, what she saw was a figure bowing her head to review documents in front of the desk.

Because she had already known from Mother that the true identity of this Grand Inquisitor Justice was Sage Matia, one of the Thirteen Apostles, the Home Witch originally thought that this Angel Witch Grand Inquisitor should also be an image of an old woman similar to the Academy Principal. She even thought of an old witch image with a face full of wrinkles that could pinch a fly to death.

But now, when the figure in front of the desk raised her head, what caught Dorothy's eyes was an exceptionally young, beautiful face that looked like it was only in her early twenties at first glance.

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The appearance of this Grand Inquisitor Justice really matched her voice. She indeed looked like a heroic female knight. The golden hair that looked like sunshine was tied into a crisp and neat ponytail, and there was no trace of makeup on her peerless face.

On her body, the standard combat robe representing the status of Grand Inquisitor was worn neatly, as if it had been specially ironed, without many wrinkles, very straight. (You can refer to the appearance of Acting Grand Master Jean.)

Hmm, this is a very upright, very serious, and possibly a bit pedantic person.

This was Dorothy's first impression of this Grand Inquisitor Justice Matia.

Although Dorothy was not very good at prophecy magic, she still knew a thing or two about physiognomy, and her judgment of people was quite accurate.

To be fair, the first impression this Grand Inquisitor Justice gave her was quite good.

Well, she was just a bit of a face-control, her three views easily followed others' facial features. It might be a bit lewd to say it, but this Grand Inquisitor Justice really hit the Home Witch's sweet spot, a bit hitting her good ball area.

Fortunately, she was not the kind of person who forgot friends when seeing beauty, and she always had pure appreciation for beauty, without any worldly desires.

Therefore, after just glancing a few times, Dorothy walked into the office calmly.

"Clown Inquisitor, please sit."

The heroic female knight pointed to the seat opposite the desk, signaling the Home Witch to sit down.

Dorothy was not polite at all, sat down briskly, and then looked straight at this Grand Inquisitor.

Consequently, the two looked at each other. Ordinary witches might feel immense pressure when facing a Sage's gaze, thinking about avoiding eye contact, but the Fairy King was fearless, and a Sage couldn't make her yield.

Just like this, after the silence of staring at each other for about thirty seconds, Grand Inquisitor Justice smiled.

"Deserving of being the candidate for the best Inquisitor of the Inquisition this year, Clown Inquisitor, you are indeed worthy of this honor. Nice to meet you, I am Grand Inquisitor Justice, the justice of Witch Justice."

This Sage who looked more like a female knight introduced herself like this.

Dorothy: "......"

Uh, Witch Justice?

The Home Witch recalled the identity of the Witch race as a natural disaster race that was either fighting or on the way to a great war. She really didn't feel that witches had anything to do with the word justice. If she weren't a witch herself, she would have thought that the Witch race was a standard villain role.

It's just that she also understood the subtext of this Angel Witch Sage. This was indeed Grand Inquisitor Justice, but she followed Witch Justice.

To put it bluntly, this was a supporter of Witch Supremacy, believing in the principle of Witch First in everything. This is the justice of witches as a war race.

In other words, this was an extreme racist.

It's just that most people actually don't want to admit that they are racists. Everyone often subconsciously puts gold on their faces, disguising themselves a bit, so as not to make their eating look too ugly.

This is commonly known as double standards.

However, the frankness of this Grand Inquisitor Justice made the Home Witch a bit surprised, but it had to be said that compared to hypocritical double standards, such undisguised frankness made Dorothy appreciate it more.

Therefore, Dorothy raised an eyebrow slightly, and then spoke.

"Coincidentally, I actually quite like Witch Justice, but it's best to have principled Witch Justice."

"Principled Witch Justice? Can you tell me what this means?"

The Grand Inquisitor frowned slightly, and then asked very humbly.

"It means that compared to being impatient to swallow that little cake alone, I prefer to make money together, make this little cake into a big cake together first, and then I take the biggest piece."

Dorothy thought about it, and then said what she had to say.

"But little cakes are everywhere, clearly you can open your stomach and eat them at will, why do you have to work hard to make a big cake? Even if the cake is really made big, why can't I have it all, but have to share it with others? I feel my appetite should be able to eat that whole big cake in one bite."

The Grand Inquisitor shook her head and said this again.

And the Home Witch was stunned. She looked at the Grand Inquisitor's serious and earnest face again, which didn't look like she was joking at all, and then she was a bit speechless, and then thought about it again, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Oh, why can't I have it all?

"If you want it all every time, then no one will make cakes with you in the future."

Dorothy held back for a while, and could only answer like this.

"Hehe, Clown Inquisitor, when you eat a piece of cake, you won't care if the cake is willing to be eaten by you, so why care if those who make the cake are willing to be with you? As long as I want, whether they are willing or not is not important."

The Grand Inquisitor chuckled twice, and then shook her head.

"Besides, even if you don't make the cake yourself, there will always be others who want to make a big cake. Even if you leave it alone, those little cakes will always grow into big cakes themselves. If you really want to eat a big cake, then wait patiently for a while, and then eat the ready-made one directly. For example, there are three most delicious cakes waiting for us to enjoy now, aren't there?"

This heroic female knight Sage looked at the small ornaments on her desk.

Dorothy also looked over and saw three chess pieces like hand figures, which were angels, demons, and dragons.

emmmm.....

"Ingredients sometimes also hit people. Justice Lord, your teeth are really good, and you are not afraid of being broken."

The Home Witch was a bit speechless for a moment.

As a small witch who had always had self-knowledge, Dorothy didn't quite understand what gave this Grand Inquisitor such a good appetite to want to eat three giant tower cakes in one bite.

This really can't be eaten.

"Yes, ingredients also hit people. My teeth naturally can't bite those three cakes, but if possible, I am willing to be just the teeth of the person who can bite the cake. Even if I am really broken in the end, I am willing, as long as the cake can be eaten in the end."

To Dorothy's sarcasm, the Angel Grand Inquisitor was not angry, she said so.

"And not just me, I think if we can really taste these three mature delicious cakes, there will be many people like me who are willing to be teeth."

The female knight Sage looked at the portrait of the God King hanging on the wall of her office this time, and what flickered in her eyes was a devout, almost obsessive fanatic faith.

Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull to the Skull Throne, the most delicious cake should become the best sacrifice offered to the great King.

The Home Witch was silent again. She opened her mouth, wanting to refute the Grand Inquisitor's words, but in the end, she stopped talking.

Because she knew that this Sage was telling the truth. If the Witch World could really successfully eat those three most delicious cakes, then there would definitely be many witches willing to risk everything to act as the teeth that bite the cake, even if they were broken in the process.

No, it should be said that most witches would be very happy to do so. After all, witches were war races to begin with.

Upon realizing this, Dorothy was silent again, and she was almost persuaded by this Grand Inquisitor.

It's just that the principle is this principle, but she really doesn't like it.

Therefore, the Home Witch finally shook her head.

"Hmm, Justice Lord, what you said is very right, but I still like principled Witch Justice. After all, compared to that kind of wild big cake, I still feel that the cake I make myself is more delicious. My cooking skills are quite good, and other people's craftsmanship is not very much to my taste."

Dorothy answered like this.

Tsk, she is just a homebody who only wants to stay at home and play with magic happily, she really doesn't understand those big principles. Verbal battles were not what she was good at, so she was too lazy to argue with this Grand Inquisitor Justice. If you ask, it's ah yes yes yes, everything you say is right.

This kind of thing is like personal taste, there is no right or wrong, only suitable or unsuitable. Even if you say how delicious pears are, I love apples, I just don't want to eat pears, is there anything wrong with that?

And...

Dorothy also looked at the portrait of the God King hanging on the wall not far away, and then scratched her head, considering the tone and said.

"That, Justice Lord, is there a possibility that the God doesn't like to eat big fish and meat, but prefers to eat something light?"

Hmm, although she hadn't contacted the God King in reality, her good sister in the Witch's Night actually didn't pick food. She wasn't as greedy as the little fat dragon, and compared to eating what, Dinisa cared more about who she ate with.

Eating big fish and meat alone is like chewing wax, while eating with family, even if it's coarse tea and light rice every meal, it's still joyful.

However, in terms of taste preference, Dinisa really prefers to eat something light. She only eats a few chopsticks of meat every time, and leaves the rest to the little fat dragon and Adi. She prefers to eat the vegetables that the little guys don't like.

It's just that, for the Home Witch's "delusion," the Grand Inquisitor Justice who had been quite kind showed displeasure for the first time.

"Clown Inquisitor, be careful with your words. The taste of the God is naturally up to the God's mood, and as believers, how can we speculate on the God's heart without authorization? We only need to offer the best sacrifice."

Dorothy: "Then is there a possibility that the Lord might not care about your faith?"

The Home Witch didn't close her mouth obediently because of the Grand Inquisitor's displeasure, but continued to say so.

However, to her words, this Sage who looked like a female knight also returned without hesitation.

"But I care."

Dorothy: "......"

Fine, the lick-dog is truly awesome.

.... Home Witch speechless.... ===== CHAPTER 580 =====