Chapter 880: Let

(Dim lights, eye protection, small, medium, large) 994. Let's Build a Warship Together, Auntie

"Uh... what is this?"

At the construction site of the Warship Workshop in the Radiance Domain, Situle widened her eyes, staring at the majestic, towering wonder-class building before her, unable to hold back a cry of surprise.

"This, of course, is your future workplace, Auntie Auntie Palu."

Beside her, Dorothy felt quite smug at the other's astonishment; she couldn't help but place her hands on her hips, and had her tail been visible, it would likely have been wagging high in the air.

Hehe, as a civil engineering witch, whenever others marveled at her creations, it felt even better than being praised directly.

Mm-hmm, not bad. It turns out this "mount" auntie isn't a hopeless villain after all; she has good taste.

"What 'Auntie Auntie Palu'?"

Situle was puzzled by this form of address.

First of all, she wasn't an auntie. Although she was over ten thousand years old, if you looked at her true appearance, she was still quite young, with the mindset of a mortal in her late twenties. Could this really be called "auntie"...?

Upon thinking of some mortal worlds where this age would be considered grandmother-tier, the Elder of the Resplendent Dragon fell silent. However, she felt this certainly wasn't her fault, but rather the fault of those worlds that married and reproduced too early.

Moreover, she didn't know what "Auntie Palu" was. She had a feeling it wasn't a good word.

However, while resisting this strange title in her heart, she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of her future little master's ambition.

"Master, are you sure there's no problem with showing me something like this?"

She couldn't help but offer a reminder.

Strictly speaking, they were still enemies. The Golden Township would not easily let Mia pass the Golden Trial, and yet the Young Lady was going to support Mia's ascension. Showing her this wonder-class workshop at such a time—was this really okay?

Well, Situle turned her thoughts back to her current status.

She had already lost herself to the Young Lady as a beast of burden; the position of Elder in the Golden Township was likely no longer hers to hold, as such an important role couldn't be left to someone who was now another's servant.

She had actually been preparing to return to the Golden Township to settle her affairs, but before she could leave, she had been inexplicably dragged back to the Radiance Domain of the Ye Meng Jia De family by this little master.

So, she hadn't resigned from the Golden Township yet; she was still an Elder. Did the Young Lady not fear that she would leak this information upon returning?

One had to know that although the two now had a master-servant relationship, it was merely a verbal agreement without any binding contract. The lack of any constraint made her wonder if this little master was being far too trusting.

Well, she had to admit that the feeling of being trusted like this was quite nice, but that wasn't the point! The point was, could you please have a little bit of caution, you idiot!

However, despite the frantic internal monologue, as Situle's gaze fell once more upon this wonder-class workshop, her eyes began to drift in a daze.

Fine. She finally understood why Mia had chosen to go into the building materials business. Without a reliable supplier, building such a magnificent wonder would be impossible. And the sheer volume of material orders explained why Mia's authority level had been rising like a rocket recently.

These two were truly mutually beneficial, stepping on each other's feet to ascend to the heavens together.

"How beautiful. If I could truly work inside this, it wouldn't just be 'not bad'—it would be my dream come true."

The Elder of the Resplendent Dragon thought to herself.

After all, no alchemist witch could refuse such a wonder-class alchemical workshop, just as no swordsman could refuse a peerless blade, or a racer a top-tier supercar.

Oh, Dragon King above, this workshop was truly sexy.

Situle's naturally seductive eyes were now so moist they seemed ready to drip, filled with deep affection.

Mm, even though she had been an Elder of the Golden Township, possessing wealth that could be called endless, she had never owned such a perfect workshop. Although the workshop she had previously commissioned from a master was technically wonder-class, comparison was the thief of joy.

Situle had to admit that she might truly be a fickle, bad woman who loved the new and loathed the old.

Of course, just as she was becoming so excited she was nearly leaking, the Young Lady's indifferent voice rang out, making her knees go weak.

"It doesn't matter, look as much as you want. I have five other workshops just like this one anyway. Besides, even if you really went back to report it, it wouldn't be of any use. My path ahead is devoid of enemies; in the face of absolute power, no matter if you know or not, your only ending is to be mercilessly crushed by us."

Dorothy might have truly gotten a bit carried away. Usually quite low-key, she was rarely this confident, even to the point of arrogance.

But upon hearing this, Situle fell silent.

If this little master wasn't bluffing, and she really did possess six such magnificent wonder-class workshops, then her words weren't arrogance—they were facts.

Moreover, why would they build so many alchemical workshops? One was enough to produce legendary or even divine-tier equipment. They couldn't possibly be planning to build warships, could they?

Uh, wait... warships...

The Elder of the Resplendent Dragon fell silent. She suddenly recalled that the Ye Meng Jia De family had once been one of the five great warship workshops of the Dragon Kingdom, even if that was ancient history from before she was born.

However, just as the Ye Meng Jia De family's princely seat had been preserved, their qualification to build warships could likely be reclaimed quickly if their strength recovered sufficiently.

Mm, that was a qualification that even the powerful Golden Township couldn't obtain, yet for this little master before her, it seemed within easy reach.

"Are you truly planning to build warships?"

Her voice trembled as she asked.

Good heavens, those were Witch Warships—one of the highest technological creations of the alchemical school, and the true ultimate weapons of the Witch World.

If the Young Lady really succeeded, then as she had just said, in the face of absolute power, any resistance would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, destined only to be crushed.

No matter how strong the Golden Township's deterrent power was, it couldn't stop the countless witch battle groups from yearning for Witch Warships. Any warship workshop would never have to worry about their products sitting on the shelves, because no matter how high the production capacity, it could never satisfy the witches' fear of insufficient firepower.

Witch Warships were always in short supply. As long as you had the ability to build them, you had to be careful not to be crushed to death by the mountain of gold that would follow.

If Mia really joined forces with the Young Lady to go into the warship business, could they really stop them?

Stop them? Not a chance.

To put it bluntly, if this business took off, it would be the Golden Township needing Mia, not Mia needing the Golden Township.

(Dim lights, eye protection, small, medium, large) 994. Let's Build a Warship Together, Auntie

After all, this world was ruled by strength. You saw how the five great shipyards had created the five great battle groups; no matter how rich the Golden Township was, they had to be polite to those who held warships in their hands.

Of course, all of this was predicated on them actually being able to build them.

"Master, I must remind you: Witch Warships aren't something you can build just by having a few wonder-class workshops. The site and equipment are merely the foundation; the key is talent, which is truly indispensable."

Situle forced herself to calm down. Although as an alchemist witch, the mere mention of building warships made her heart race—after all, no alchemist witch wouldn't dream of one day becoming a shipwright and participating in the creation of a true Witch Warship—her identity as an Elder of the Golden Township made her unwilling to believe these two young people could pull off such a massive feat. She really didn't want to see the Gilgamesh line take flight again.

Therefore, her mood was quite conflicted.

Dorothy nodded at the "auntie's" reminder.

"Mm, that's exactly why I brought you here to see these warship workshops, Auntie Situle. You are the talent I need."

She turned to look at the Elder of the Resplendent Dragon and said this earnestly.

"Also, the 'Master' thing was just a joke earlier; you don't have to take it too seriously. I couldn't bear to make an alchemical master like you act as a beast of burden. I want to invite you to be the Director of the Alchemy Department at Star Group, responsible for the material smelting work. What do you think?"

"Uh..."

Situle widened her eyes, not expecting the Young Lady to issue such an invitation so suddenly.

She must be teasing her, right? Who would give up a top-tier peak-level servant they had already acquired?

She had been anticipating being toyed with by the Young Lady all along.

Mm-hmm, after all, the Young Lady had seen her true face. Situle knew the lethality of her true appearance to a young, restless witch in her puberty. She had expected to be collared, leashed, forbidden from wearing too many clothes, and forced to crawl on the ground so it would be easier for the Young Lady to ride her...

Oh, oh, oh, just thinking of that scene made Situle tremble with fear.

Mm-hmm, the Young Lady was a young person, after all, and a Dragon Witch at that. They were always dominated by their rampant dragon instincts; once they got excited, they were basically restless beasts.

But now, you're telling me you just want me to work for you?

Are you really treating me like a Auntie Palu?

Tsk...

The Elder of the Resplendent Dragon couldn't help but curl her lip and click her tongue.

But forget it. If it was really about building warships, that wasn't impossible.

Situle had also had a warship-building dream in her youth. Every alchemist witch had such a dream; it was just that very few could realize it.

With Situle's alchemical attainments, she could have realized it. No warship workshop would refuse to let a master alchemist like her join.

But unfortunately, the proud Elder of the Resplendent Dragon couldn't bring herself to work for others, and the Golden Township didn't have the qualification to build warships, so she was stuck.

In the end, Situle gave up her childhood dream and focused on minting coins in the Golden Township.

But now, a chance to make up for her childhood regrets seemed to be placed right before her.

Before, if you had asked her to work for someone, she wouldn't have been able to swallow her pride, but now, if she had to choose between being a beast of burden and working for someone while realizing her dream, the choice was easy.

Situle looked earnestly into the Young Lady's eyes. She realized that this little master was truly beautiful—beautiful to an almost inhuman degree. Especially now, with those peach-blossom eyes filled with sincerity, it was a lethal blow.

Looking at them for a long time, even a witch of over ten thousand years like her couldn't hold up. She felt as if she had returned to her teens, encountering a first love in the Witch Academy...

Wait, hell, I never went to the Witch Academy, and I never fell in love! Where did this first love come from?

Situle quickly stopped that inexplicable fantasy, but she still subconsciously turned her head away, avoiding the little master's clear, water-like gaze, which reflected only her own dirty, despicable adult-witch self.

Despicable. This little master was seducing her; she was absolutely seducing her just now.

"But I don't know how to build warships either. I can handle material smelting, but I'm clueless about warship casting. You'll need to find a professional shipwright."

The Elder of the Resplendent Dragon finally said this.

Mm-hmm, she hadn't surrendered easily. After all, professional shipwrights were hard to find; even those who had just graduated from warship-building majors were snatched up by the major workshops before they even received their diplomas. So, she didn't believe this Young Lady could find a truly professional shipwright.

Mm-hmm, as long as she couldn't find one, then she hadn't surrendered. This was just a polite refusal—the high emotional intelligence of a merchant who had spent years in the business world, easily handled.

Situle thought to herself with finality.

"Oh, if you're willing, that's fine. Auntie Situle, then it's a pleasure to work with you. I'll accompany you to the Golden Township later to handle the handover procedures."

Dorothy was overjoyed upon hearing this and grabbed the hand of the mature, beautiful sister before her, shaking it vigorously.

"Wait, I said you need a shipwright! Find a shipwright first! Without a shipwright, everything is just empty talk."

The Elder of the Resplendent Dragon felt she could still be saved. After all, she was a bit afraid to return to the Golden Township for the handover. Just thinking about the looks her fellow Elders would give her made her tremble with fear.

Alas, all her achievements were cultivated by the Golden Township, but she had lost herself to an outsider and could no longer serve the Golden Township. What a loss for the Golden Township! She couldn't bear to see her colleagues looking sad and regretful.

"Auntie, what are you talking about? We don't lack shipwrights at all. I am the best shipwright today."

Dorothy frowned slightly at Situle's resistance, released her hand, and placed her own hand on her chest as she spoke.

Upon hearing this, Situle fell silent again. After a long while, she finally found that one line—which had seemed insignificant at the time—among the pile of crazy battle records she had investigated about the Young Lady.

Mm, "The Number One Shipwright of Warship World," with the ID "Shipgirls Are All My Wives"—this was one of the Young Lady's many alternate accounts.

Ah, this... but how can you take things from a game seriously?

... Situle struggling...

.... Stiller struggling.....