Chapter 582: Tacit Understanding

Dorothy: "???"

A series of question marks appeared on the Home Witch's head.

What's the situation? Where did these three strange guys come from? And why is this guy holding a drumstick? I don't have a drum here?

She turned her head and looked around, very sure that she was still in her Grand Inquisitor office, and the office door was closed tightly, and no one had entered or exited just now.

"Are you also Inquisitors?"

Dorothy frowned and asked.

Hmm, although these three strange guys didn't wear the Inquisition combat robes, they all wore masks on their faces, which was very consistent with the style of the Inquisition, so the Home Witch asked this.

And this is the Inquisition headquarters, one of the confidential key places of the Witch World, with strict guards. The people who can appear here can only be Inquisitors, otherwise, it couldn't be invaders, right?

Just kidding, the Inquisition itself has certain functions of a secret service agency, anti-infiltration, anti-invasion, they are professional, and with the reputation of the Inquisition that gods fear and ghosts fear, everyone wishes they could take a detour when they see an Inquisitor. Who would be full and have nothing to do to run over to invade the Inquisition headquarters? That's not throwing themselves into the net.

Therefore, she felt that these three strange guys should be Inquisitors who sneaked into her office.

Otherwise, what else could it be? There are only two doors in this room now, one is the room door, and one is the Gate of the Netherworld. These three guys couldn't have walked out of the Netherworld, right?

Uh... wait...

Although she subconsciously denied that possibility just now, the wonderful inspiration immediately turned that possibility out from the heart's trash can.

Dorothy's gaze suddenly became sharp, and she seriously examined the strange clothes of these three uninvited guests, and then the more she looked, the more familiar she felt.

Are you guys cosplaying as ghost messengers?

The bull-head and horse-face are all there, but where are the black and white impermanence? Why is there only one white one, where is the black one?

Looking at the white figure wearing a smiling angel mask, she complained like this in her heart.

Perhaps sensing her complaint, the hat Senior on her head suddenly stretched out a tentacle and summoned an ice mirror in front of the Home Witch.

"Uh, Senior, what are you doing?"

Dorothy looked at Senior Fan Ni's action with some strangeness, not quite understanding what she wanted to do.

And she looked in the mirror. This was a very ordinary ice mirror. The only thing worth praising was that this mirror was truly smooth, the clarity was very high, and it clearly reflected her own appearance in a black robe with a crying clown mask on her face.

emmm... crying clown?

The Home Witch looked at the mask on her face. On weekdays, this fun-seeker Senior was always quite happy, so the clown mask she turned into was also exceptionally bright, with her mouth almost split to her ears, but now, the clown is not laughing, but crying.

Fine, today Senior is in a bad mood, which is no wonder, after all, she just saw her death appearance. In the face of death, all living beings are equal, this is the greatest terror in the world.

Dorothy, who really thought Senior Fan Ni was scared to cry, reached out and touched the hat on her head, wanting to comfort this frightened Senior.

"Don't worry, Senior, you don't have to be afraid, I will always be with you, even death cannot separate us."

She said so in her heart.

Hmm, death indeed cannot separate them. After all, if Senior is fine, then neither of them can die, and if Senior has an accident, then the things that Senior, this future Fourth King, can't hold up, she, a little witch, can't hold up even more, so they can only die together.

Therefore, this statement is fine, it's just a nice-sounding nonsense.

Senior Fan Ni: "....."

The hat Senior was silent. She was speechless about her master's wonderful brain circuit.

I gave you a mirror, the meaning is not obvious enough? Let you look in the mirror and look at yourself, how can you have some self-knowledge? What are you thinking in your brain, why did you suddenly touch me, and say such shy and numb words?

Senior Fan Ni was so shy that even the hat tip was about to turn red. Although as the future Fourth King, she has a high status and great supernatural powers, she is only a 25-year-old young witch after all. Which girl can withstand Qian Bao's sweet talk?

Of course, the hat Senior also knew her master's urine nature very well. She knew very well that Qian Bao's meaning was definitely just literal, and it was impossible to have any ambiguous love words in it, but this didn't prevent Senior from enjoying it very much. After all, who wouldn't love to hear good words from someone they care about?

Especially Qian Bao is also so good-looking, good-looking people's good words are exceptionally good to hear...

It's just....

Senior Fan Ni, who was slightly happy in her heart, soon sensed a "smiling" gaze falling on her. The eyes were kind and gentle, but the hat Senior was almost scared to stop her heart and lungs.

"That, God Wang Laoshi, don't misunderstand, Qian Bao's personality you also know, this guy is just a bit outspoken, speaking without brain."

Senior Fan Ni explained seriously.

Although the communication between her and Qian Bao just now was heart-to-heart communication, and Qian Bao had also learned the Mind Closing Spell, logically speaking, she shouldn't be peered into her heart at will, but the problem is, are the Three Kings ordinary people?

After understanding the relationship between Qian Bao and God Wang Laoshi in the Witch's Night, Senior Fan Ni saw clearly from the sidelines. She understood better than Qian Bao who is the good sister God Wang Laoshi loves most.

Fortunately, that gaze just glanced at her and moved away quickly, which made the hat Senior breathe a sigh of relief.

However, she also knew very well that this was not because God Wang Laoshi let her go, it was just because when the good sister appeared, the good sister's eyes could only hold one person.

Tsk tsk tsk, this is really deep sisterly love...

Forget it, anyway, I am a person who is going to die (50 years), what else to think about, eat melon, eat melon, my poor Qian Bao, is going to be played by her good sister again, really pitiful.

Seeing that her reminder was of no use, Senior Fan Ni also entered the melon-eating mode.

"We can indeed be considered Inquisitors."

Dinisa answered like this.

While saying this, she confiscated the drumstick in Adi's hand, who was very depressed because she didn't grasp the "revenge" opportunity, and then gently knocked on the little girl's head with the drumstick.

Dong...

Hmm, the sound was very crisp, like knocking on a wooden fish.

And to this, Adi, who was holding her head and squatting in defense, was even more shivering with anger.

You sisters don't bully people too much, one treats me as a waist drum, one treats me as a wooden fish, even a rabbit will bite when it's anxious, does my dignified Demon King need face?

It's just that, when Dinisa's gaze turned to Adi, the little red-eyed rabbit immediately extinguished the fire. She wanted to hide behind her teacher very consciously.

It's just that the bull-head Long Wang didn't care about these, the little fat dragon just wanted to eat peacefully.

"Crunch...."

After stuffing a handful of potato chips into her mouth again, Emora also looked at Dorothy in front of her with burning eyes, and the fat tail behind her shook very happily.

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Great, there will be something delicious again.

And Adi, who was originally hiding behind her teacher, was dodging her teacher's tail very dangerously.

Don't look at the tail shaking, it looks cute, if it really gets pumped by accident, even her Demon King body will have to hurt muscles and bones.

Opposite, the Home Witch also looked at this familiar scene with a complex gaze.

With her IQ and inspiration, naturally, it was impossible that she hadn't discovered anything. She vaguely understood what was going on in her heart, but that possibility was truly a bit scary, making her a bit afraid to think too much.

Dorothy looked up and looked straight at the "good sister" wearing a smiling angel mask. She was also clear about her answer.

Also, the Inquisition is a department directly under the Three Kings, so the Three Kings theoretically can indeed be considered Inquisitors of the Inquisition.

Of course, the Home Witch just thought about it in her heart. On the surface, she still responded with the attitude of a stranger meeting for the first time.

"Ah this, it turns out there are also Inquisitors in the Netherworld?"

She had a very surprised expression.

"This really exists."

For her sister's pretending to be stupid, Dinisa was not surprised, nor sad. She just nodded dotingly, and then pointed to the Gate of the Netherworld that was open behind her.

"Want to go in and see together?"

"Uh, can I go in? Won't it violate the rules?"

For this invitation, Dorothy was stunned, and then asked cautiously.

"Of course not, my words are the rules."

Shepherdess lady answered like this.

However, looking at the stunned sister, she thought about it, and added.

"The "Gate of the Netherworld" is originally magic that allows the caster to go to the Netherworld. Since you cast the spell successfully, you have the qualification to enter the Netherworld."

As the creator of the "Gate of the Netherworld," Dinisa enjoys the final interpretation right of the effect of this spell.

No matter if the "Gate of the Netherworld" in the past had this effect, it has it now.

Dorothy: "......"

Looking at the description of the "Gate of the Netherworld" in her spell slot, which indeed added such an effect, the Home Witch was a bit speechless for a moment.

Fine, you are a big shot, you have the final say.

Since things have reached this point, what else does she have to resist? Besides, she originally wanted to go to the Netherworld to see what happened to her roommate, why she couldn't resurrect.

Thinking of this, Dorothy didn't resist anymore. She just patted her butt and got up, preparing to follow the "good sister" into this Netherworld Gate to see.

Moreover, to be honest, after seeing these three "old friends" again, she was indeed quite curious about what the world after death looked like.

"Then let's go."

Without waiting for these three Netherworld messengers to lead the way, the Home Witch naturally came to their front.

She first skillfully took out a large bag of snacks from her pocket and stuffed it into the little fat dragon's hand, and then reached out to touch Adi's hair very smoothly, making the little girl's originally smooth black hair messy, and finally she walked to the good sister's side, level with her.

And Dinisa also naturally helped her straighten her collar, just as naturally as a sister taking care of a sister who is not good at taking care of herself.

"Hmm, then let's go."

The smile on the angel mask was far less sweet and moving than the crescent-like eyes faintly visible under the mask at this moment.

"Damn, Dorothy, you messed up my hair again, a girl's hair is very precious, and do you know who I am, I am..."

Adi, who was only touched by the head, was very dissatisfied. She just wanted to hold her head high and announce the fact that she was the Demon King, and then enjoy the look of this hateful guy being scared to pee.

But when the words reached her lips, she stopped talking.

Among the Three Kings, although the God King understands people's hearts best, she views all living beings as a flock of sheep, and she is the only shepherd, so she does things without extra explanation, and she doesn't need others' understanding and recognition, just needs others' obedience.

The Long Wang is the most fair and pure, but she is sometimes too pure. She has never learned to endure and be tactful. Of course, the Long Wang, who was designated as the crown prince by the God King at birth, doesn't need to endure and be tactful. After all, she doesn't need to wrong herself to bow to others, it's always others bowing to her.

But the Demon King is different. She is a king who rose from the bottom. Even if she also had the destiny of the future Third King at birth, her fair and honest Long Wang teacher never gave her special treatment, and even classes were taken by wearing the skin of an ancient witch soul that had lost its power.

She relied on her own efforts to climb up from the bottom of the Witch World bit by bit, and finally defeated countless competitors in the Long Wang's succession ceremony and ascended the throne uprightly.

Therefore, no king understands human feelings better than her.

If she confessed her identity now, it would be very cool, but from then on, there would be a sad gap between her and this hateful guy.

Tsk, this guy's personality is very troublesome, she only plays with Adi, but won't play with the Demon King.

If she really exploded, then every time this guy sees her, she will definitely respectfully call "Demon King Lord," and treat her with the etiquette of treating the Witch King.

And looking at her own teacher who is addicted to food and whose tail is almost shaking into a propeller, and looking at the sister who only has her sister in her eyes, Adi sighed.

Burdened with such two seniors, she truly bore too much that she shouldn't have borne at her age.

Her popularity has always been very good, and what she hates most is not being gregarious.

"What are you?"

Ahead, the Home Witch turned her head and looked at the little girl like this.

"I am naturally me, I don't care, you messed up my hair, help me wash my hair later."

Adi rolled her eyes and answered like this.

Humph, endure, wait, Dorothy, I hold your handle in my hand, the humiliation you gave me will be repaid a hundredfold in the future.

"Okay."

Dorothy also smiled and nodded, agreeing.

Subsequently, her gaze moved forward, looking at the Gate of the Netherworld in front of her.

After taking a deep breath, she stepped into it with big strides.

When several people walked into that Gate of Hell, the exquisite but terrifying ancient gate closed with a bang, and then disappeared, leaving only a corpse like a Sleeping Beauty in the empty office.

And on the other side, Dorothy just closed and opened her eyes, and a city that was both familiar and strange had entered her eyes.

That is Pan Duola City.

The Pan Duola City of the Witch's Night.

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