Chapter 791: Whispers in the Court

"Huh?"

Dorothy stood on this huge stage with a head full of question marks, the words of that joyful sound in her ear making her tremble with cold anger.

What the hell is this?

Court of Love and Lust? Isn't this a grand theater? Where does it look like a court? Does your family hold court in a theater?

A court is supposed to be very serious, okay? Is it good to entertain serious things?

This is not good.

Also, explain clearly what the Punishment of Lust is; how are lust and punishment linked together? I have little experience, don't lie to me.

The Home Witch now had a belly full of complaints she couldn't help but spit out, but in this situation, she could only hold them in.

She could only frown and look around, examining the layout of this so-called Court of Love and Lust.

Mm, this was clearly a very gorgeously decorated opera house. Although it wasn't as luxurious to the point of being god-level as the Witch Opera House in Venus City, it was almost at the standard of a regular building with no magic involved. If thrown into her past life, it would at least be at the level of a cultural heritage.

It was just that the auditorium around the stage was now dimly lit, and Dorothy couldn't see anything.

This dimness wouldn't have been anything to her before, but now it was just like that mist earlier; even though she had already enhanced her vision with magic, she still couldn't see clearly what she couldn't see clearly.

But although she couldn't see a single figure in her line of sight, the Home Witch's intuition reminded her, giving her the feeling that the countless auditorium seats were filled with people at this moment.

Gazes have weight.

The gazes of countless people even more so.

Even if the builder of this stage, that annoying Lord Demon King, used means to block the weight of those gazes, Dorothy, a witch with high intuition, could still vaguely feel that sense of being watched.

This made her very uneasy because she didn't know if these damn feelings of being watched were only there now, or if they had always existed.

After all, she was now in the center of the stage, so her intuition for gazes was particularly sharp, but she hadn't felt it clearly in the previous levels.

Damn Ati, you just wait.

The Home Witch gritted her teeth in her heart.

She didn't dare to offend the majesty of Lord Demon King, but next time Ati's avatar shouldn't be caught by her, otherwise she would definitely play a tune of "Why Are the Flowers So Red" with her.

And besides the auditorium, Dorothy looked up and found that there were six extended platform seats on the second floor of the stage, and each seat was occupied by a person.

Upon seeing everyone's familiar faces, the Home Witch let out a sigh of relief.

It was good that the sisters were all fine.

It was just...

"Uh, why have everyone returned to their original forms?"

The Home Witch was a bit surprised.

At this moment, Senior Miya and the others were no longer in the forms of statues, wolves, or sheep; they had returned to their original appearances, sitting in their seats with dazed expressions, and all looking at Dorothy under the stage with worry.

And besides them, Lucifer, Madeline, and Wendy, who hadn't been found before, were even more confused.

The three of them had all been challenging their respective levels, and even looked like they were about to clear them, when they were suddenly pulled to such a place, which caught them off guard.

... However, they turned to look at the sisters beside them, and then looked at the familiar Home Witch in the center of the stage below, and they all let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, I've actually returned to normal too. Tsk, this isn't the time to return to normal."

Dorothy only then realized belatedly that she was no longer wearing the Demon King's body; she had returned to her own body, and the powerful strength and magic of the Dragon Witch were flowing in her body, making her feel that she was now full of power.

But this was worse than not changing; why did I have to wear my own face when I was socially dead? Otherwise, I could have said that the one socially dead was the Demon King, not me.

Damn.

The Home Witch cursed the King of Pranks, who had no kingly demeanor, in her heart.

"Qian Bao, are you okay? Did Demon Wang Laoshi do anything to you?"

A familiar touch came from the top of her head; a tentacle hung down, and the end of the tentacle grew a worm-like, vortex-shaped mouth full of sharp teeth, but a pleasant female voice came from it, the tone mysterious and elegant.

"Senior Sister Senior Fan Ni, you've finally reconnected to the internet."

Dorothy rolled her eyes in annoyance; this was clearly her strongest cheat, but every time she needed her, she would drop the connection, which was truly unreliable.

Hat Senior: "..."

The Outer God Witch expressed that she was very pissed.

She wanted to protect this Master, but who told this guy to always get dragged into some strange things.

"So what did you do this time? Why would Demon Wang Laoshi run over specifically to mess with you?"

She couldn't help but ask curiously.

If it were God Wang Laoshi and Dragon Wang Laoshi looking for Qian Bao, she wouldn't be very surprised; after all, they had past entanglements, but it just happened to be Demon Wang Laoshi, which was very strange.

"Hey, Qian Bao, don't tell me you also have some entanglements with Demon Wang Laoshi that I don't know about?"

Hat Senior opened the Star Eyes on her brim and asked suspiciously.

Dorothy: "..."

She really tried to think about it, but except for the contact during the Witch Night that couldn't be taken seriously, she really had no relationship with Lord Demon King.

"I suspect she is because of the waist..."

The Home Witch thought about it and felt that Lord Demon King must have done this to avenge the "drumming" incident back then; after all, this Witch King was famous for being petty.

But before she finished speaking, Senior quickly stretched out a tentacle with a slap, directly blocking her mouth, physically blocking what she was about to say.

"Qian Bao, some things are better left unsaid."

Senior Sister Senior Fan Ni reminded her.

As the direct disciple of the Demon King, she naturally knew better than anyone how small her teacher's heart was. Some things, even if you really did them, you couldn't say them out loud, otherwise, you would definitely be held a grudge against again.

Dorothy: "..."

The Home Witch spat out the wet, cute tentacle, but she didn't care much about Senior's warning.

After all, look at this scene, and the game rules just now; is there any need to be afraid?

Don't be afraid, don't panic, the problem is big, and being afraid or panicking won't help anyway.

She looked up again, her gaze passing over the platform where the sisters were, and looked at a throne at the very top.

... At this moment, a tall, mysterious witch was sitting on this throne, wearing a black tailcoat on her upper body, matching black trousers on her lower body, a signature top hat on her head, and a butterfly mask that could only cover the upper half of her face.

Tsk, standard attire for a phantom thief.

However, others might think this was a real phantom thief, but Dorothy knew very well that under that mask, it wouldn't be the face of Sage Holmes, but the culprit of this prank—Lord Demon King.

Tsk, to think you can still pretend to be a phantom thief; how many layers did you pad?

Dorothy gave a hehe smile in her heart, thinking with malice.

After all, Holmes' phantom thief had a graceful and beautiful figure.

Of course, because of the angle of looking up, Dorothy couldn't see the figure of the phantom thief on the throne clearly at this moment; she could only see the pair of long legs that were currently crossed.

Mm, not to mention, you can mock Ati's upper body as much as you want, but this lower body is truly flawless.

Those legs even gave Dorothy the feeling of looking at her own legs; slender, straight, the calves tight and shapely, the thighs plump and fleshy, worthy of being called a divine product.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the slightly thin regret of the upper body that the contrast between the upper and lower body was obvious, and thus there was that contrast between the waist and the drum that made one's blood boil.

Mm, one can only say that it is worthy of being her favorite waist drum; the legs are beautiful, but the waist drum is even more exquisite, truly round, truly moist.

The Home Witch looked fiercely at the culprit on the high throne.

This was undoubtedly somewhat offensive and could even be said to be presumptuous; after all, the beauty on the throne was actually a true supreme king.

There is a saying that when a king is angry, a million corpses fall; the majesty of a king cannot be easily offended.

Anyway, her behavior scared Senior Sister Senior Fan Ni, who was on top of her head, to death. Hat Senior hovered between her teacher and her master, wondering how to save this bold Qian Bao if Demon Wang Laoshi really got angry.

And Dorothy wasn't actually as brave as she looked on the surface; the "God Above God" talent on her head was flickering with light, ready to be activated at any time.

Mm, she was actually doing this on purpose, trying to provoke this petty Demon King to attack her, so that she could directly use her true trump card—"Sister, save me."

Although she called her sister, she might be locked in a small dark room by her sister, but in the current situation where the Shuraba was about to come, she felt that she might as well be locked in a small dark room by her sister.

Mm, anyway, it's social death either way.

It was just that what Dorothy couldn't understand was that this Demon King, who was famous for not letting revenge wait overnight, wasn't angry at all at her lewd gaze that could be called blasphemous, and even specifically adjusted her sitting posture slightly so that she could see her legs more clearly.

"How is it? Is it good-looking? This is so boring through the pants; do you want me to wear some of your favorite high-silk?"

The joyful sound that announced the game rules earlier rang out again, but this time it only rang in the Home Witch's ear, and besides joy, there was a charm that was like a cat's claw scratching the heart.

Dorothy: "..."

The Home Witch widened her eyes, looking at the phantom thief on the high throne who seemed to have nothing happen, and doubted whether she had auditory hallucinations.

... No way, although I know Ati isn't very normal, I didn't expect you, Lord Demon King, to be such a king.

Did you steal Pinru's wardrobe?

Damn, worthy of being a powerhouse who masters the original sin of Lust; playing with fire, I, a mouth-strong king who only has theory but no practical experience, really can't play with her; after all, she really has three thousand beauties in her harem.

Damn it, I'm not envious, jealous, or hateful at all.

Dorothy licked a lemon in her heart, while actually imagining the high-silk Demon King legs in a disappointing way.

Slurp.

"Hmph, actually I like white ones."

Of course, she responded like this with her mouth.

After all, they were confronting each other in front of so many people; even if others couldn't hear their private chat, the momentum couldn't be lost. She, Duo, had never been inferior to anyone in her life.

It was just...

"That's fine too; as long as you lose later, we can play slowly, you can do whatever you want, hehe, this group of little guys must like you very much, they won't let you go so easily, but they definitely won't expect that their competition later will all be cheap for me, hehehe."

That joyful voice rang out again, the bad taste in the voice was to the point that people would get angry when they heard it, wishing they could whip her hard.

Dorothy: "..."

The Home Witch really admitted defeat this time.

Damn, a pure child like her couldn't play with such an experienced demon who eats people without spitting out bones.

This is too scary.

However, was the Punishment of Lust such a punishment?

It seemed reasonable for the Great Demon who masters Lust to carry out the punishment herself.

Moreover, it was said that there was indeed such a punishment in the Abyss Hell; the playboy would be thrown into a nest of succubi who had been locked up for a long time and were very thirsty, and then be ruthlessly knocked and sucked, squeezed until not a drop was left, ensuring that you would never be a playboy for the next few lifetimes, and would tremble directly when you saw an opposite sex.

Mm, this is indeed a quite terrible torture, making you sincerely hate what you once liked most from the bottom of your heart.

And the ordinary Punishment of Lust was already so terrible, how terrifying would the punishment carried out by the spokesperson of Lust be?

Dorothy lowered her head; if it weren't for her Martial God cultivation forcibly controlling the blood in her face, she would have been red with "anger" by now.

Good for you, Ati, I have also recorded the grudge of today's humiliation, and I will definitely report it in the future.

Of course, neither the countless live broadcast audiences who were already sitting in the auditorium nor the sisters on the second-floor platform knew about the "whispers" between the defendant on the stage at the bottom and the judge at the top.

Everyone only saw the confrontation between the two, especially the eye contact; look, sparks were coming out.

"I just wanted to say that this game has become boring; although the eldest lady is indeed very powerful, I didn't come to see her pretend to be cool, I came to see people suffer."

"Exactly, exactly, it was supposed to be a Fear Lottery, now it's become the Legend of the Eldest Lady Pretending to be Cool."

"Boring, I want to see blood flow like a river."

In that Mana Web live broadcast room, the fun-loving audience had actually gotten tired of the small game of clearing levels and upgrading. At first, they would be surprised that this eldest lady was so powerful, but after watching a powerful person for a long time, seeing that nothing could stump her, it was also quite boring, so this type of barrage suddenly increased. However, now...

"Good, this is it, this is what I want to see."

"Wow, Miss Phantom Thief, you are truly a genius, I like watching women fight the most."

"Yes, yes, yes, this is the taste, even the strongest hero can't pass the beauty pass, even the Three Kings are like this, I don't believe this eldest lady can kill randomly this time."

"Ying ying ying, can I go up and participate too? I also like the eldest lady."

"Laughing to death, let the normies die, hahaha."

The full screen of barrage was reveling like this.

Fun-lovers, who likes to see pretending to be cool? What they love to see is tearing each other apart.

And although Dorothy couldn't hear the sound of the audience that was already surging like a tsunami, she still straightened her face, preparing to clear the level.

Sigh, that radical method of trying to provoke the Demon King to attack her failed, so it wasn't easy to lose face and call her good sister directly; after all, being bullied by the big and being timid before the battle were two concepts.

Worthy of being the King of Conspiracies, wanting to plot against her is indeed difficult.

Then there is only one way left, she can only clear the level calmly.

What a joke, a real warrior dares to face a bleak life; what is there to fear about a mere Shuraba? Besides, what Shuraba or not, these are clearly my family.

Family-hero lady wrapped herself in the cloak of courage.

Although her body had returned to its original state, these clear-the-level items she had obtained before were unexpectedly still there, which actually surprised the Home Witch, but now was not the time to study these things.

Let's clear this social death level first.

"Objection, may I ask, my lord, what sin have I committed?"

Home Witch in objection.

Qian Bao, she stood up. ===== CHAPTER 792 =====