Chapter 267: Empress: Send Some Muscle to the Cursed Corridor

Since she was now a manager, Lan Qingyou casually briefed her on the group's rules.

And speaking of rules.

Now serving as a manager of the Witch's Tea Party, Susi had plenty to say.

"The Tea Party was just established. Shouldn't we set a few rules to regulate everyone's behavior?"

After all, nothing can be accomplished without norms or standards.

Although the Tea Party was merely a group chat for communication, it still required certain rules to maintain order.

Otherwise, the managers would have no guidelines to enforce.

"That makes perfect sense. I am not particularly skilled in this area, so do you have any good ideas?"

Lan Qingyou nodded, effortlessly tossing the problem right back into Susi's lap.

After listening, Lan Qingyou added a few points of her own.

Subsequently, they unanimously agreed upon a few regulations.

The first, naturally, was that Witches were forbidden from killing one another. This was copied directly from Tarot Manor and required no further explanation.

The second was that Witches must help each other, given their remarkably small population.

It was no exaggeration to say that losing even one was a massive blow.

The third was a strict ban on throwing tantrums or hurling insults in the group chat.

If it was an academic dispute, they could simply use experimental data and results to settle the matter. If they simply detested each other or lost their tempers, they could head over to an Adventurer's Guild and schedule a duel.

As long as they did not kill or maim their opponent, no one would care even if they beat each other's brains out.

Finally, if they actually attempted to kill one another, they would be hunted down by the management.

Of course, this rule was also blatantly copied from Tarot Manor.

Although the beginning and the end were plagiarized, one had to admit that both rules were incredibly practical, were they not?

On the way back, the two of them casually discussed a few more management details.

"Clan Head, are you preparing to head back now?"

Susi asked Lan Qingyou as the two of them arrived outside the Adventurer's Guild.

"That is right. I originally came out this time to seek revenge on the Huang family father and son. Although a minor accident occurred along the way, the matter was resolved perfectly."

Lan Qingyou had initially assumed this trip would take quite a bit of time.

She never expected it to conclude so quickly.

Since that was the case, she figured she might as well head back early to brew the Witch's Potion. Besides, Lan Qingyou was brimming with enthusiasm at the prospect of using Jörmungandr's Blood to concoct it.

After all, it was her first time working with such a material. It would be a lie to say she was not excited.

"Alright, since you have already made up your mind, I will not keep you any longer."

Knowing that Lan Qingyou likely wanted to hurry back to work, Susi did not press the issue.

However, the moment the two of them stepped into the Adventurer's Guild, the originally bustling interior fell completely silent, just as it had when Lan Qingyou first arrived.

Lan Qingyou herself acted like a beacon. With every step she took forward, the eyes and heads of the variously dressed adventurers shifted along with her.

This intense scrutiny made Lan Qingyou somewhat uncomfortable.

Thus, she could only maintain a stoic expression as she continued walking. Yet, this inadvertently gave the onlookers an impression of arrogance and coldness.

As expected, a Witch was a Witch—so aloof and unapproachable. So incredibly intimidating that they hardly dared to breathe heavily.

They could only carefully observe her as she flew toward the Teleportation Array.

This was for the best.

Her leaving early meant much less mental pressure on them.

To be honest, even though not a single one of them had ever interacted with Lan Qingyou, or even exchanged a basic greeting with her.

For some unknown reason, the aura radiating from her invisibly imposed a heavy psychological burden on them.

This had nothing to do with her race.

It was simply a profound feeling rooted deep in their hearts.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

However, just as the crowd waited in eager anticipation, silently praying for Lan Qingyou to leave as quickly as possible, a series of beeping sounds suddenly chimed from her person right as she reached the Teleportation Array.

They were deeply familiar with that sound.

It was the chat notification tone of an Identity Card.

This caused them to inwardly curse in frustration.

Who the hell was messaging her? Could the message not have arrived a minute later, after they had finally sent this jinx away? Why did it have to be right now?

Meanwhile, Lan Qingyou paid no attention to the crowd whose faces looked as though they were suffering from severe constipation. She simply pulled out her Card.

Oh ho!

With this kind of timing, could it be that Jiang Lan had found a dungeon?

Indeed, whenever someone within Tarot Manor discovered a dungeon and needed extra combat personnel, they would come looking for hired muscle. Such moments were usually the most lively times in the group chat.

Death: "What kind of dungeon is it?"

Justice: "Do you have any intel?"

High Priestess: "I am stuck in a dungeon right now and cannot make it. How about you wait for me?"

The Star: "Good heavens, you really do not want to miss out on a single one, do you?"

High Priestess: "Of course. I have over ten thousand subordinates under my command now. Naturally, we are in desperate need of both experience and equipment."

The Sun: "Ah, yes, yes, yes. Having subordinates is just so impressive."

High Priestess: "I am regretting it right now, too. If I had not wanted more clan members for protection back then, I would not be bossed around by these guys now."

The Hierophant: "Bossed around?"

The Magician: "It is probably because of her young age, combined with the fact that she is the progenitor of all vampires."

Emperor: "Haha, Vivian, I never thought I would see the day!"

High Priestess: "Just you wait, Gu Xiaobei! Do not let me catch you!"

Lan Qingyou stood rooted to the spot, reading the barrage of chat messages.

She had originally wanted to join in the fun, but after reading the High Priestess's words and remembering the Jörmungandr's Blood in her possession, she decided to head home and brew the Witch's Potion first.

After all, dungeons were not restricted by time; she could enter one and join a group whenever she pleased.

However, just as Lan Qingyou was about to put her Card away, step into the Teleportation Array, and leave, another message from the Empress popped up.

Empress: "It is not a dungeon. A group of people calling themselves the 505 Formation are blocking my path, demanding that I hand over some seeds or something. In short, they are incredibly annoying."

Empress: "I will pay a mercenary fee to anyone who comes and wipes them out."

Although Jiang Lan was a master at cultivation and farming, her combat prowess was nothing to write home about.

In fact, she had never participated in any dungeon battles recently, choosing instead to blindly focus on improving her farming and planting skills.

Therefore, when faced with enemies, she had absolutely no combat strength to speak of.

Tower: "Calling themselves the 505 Formation?"

Lan Qingyou raised an eyebrow.

Empress: "What, do you know them?"

Tower: "How interesting. Those thieves I mentioned before who tried to steal the Teleportation Array also claimed to belong to the 505 Formation, though they were just a no-name squad under their command."

The Star: "That is certainly interesting."

Hearing that Lan Qingyou had also encountered people claiming to be from the 505 Formation, everyone's interest was instantly piqued.

They were all quite curious about the true nature of this sudden 505 Formation that had emerged out of nowhere.