Chapter 541: Don't Force Me to Kneel Down for You!

After taking over everything in the Curse Corridor.

The witches on the flying city began another great migration.

Among the 300,000 witches, many lived in the city, but their shelters were in the Forsaken Territory.

So when they had their own territory, the witches all thought about moving their shelters over.

Although the total area of the Curse Corridor might not even be half of the Forsaken Territory.

And because of the Time Curse, there were very few other things besides gravel, making the scenery very monotonous.

But unlike the Rolling Thunder Wilderness, although this place was also very special, regular weather like sunny and rainy days still existed.

So there was no need to worry about it being gloomy all day like the Rolling Thunder Wilderness.

That really affected one's mood too much.

Of course.

After moving their shelters over, besides researching, they would still go to the flying city when they lived their lives or needed to replenish supplies and materials.

Although as a flying city, Eureka was destined not to stay in one place for too long.

But the city's functions were laid out there.

Anyway, for the witches, making a trip was nothing more than tearing a scroll or opening a teleportation portal; it wasn't a difficult task at all.

As for those fertile fields that had originally been reclaimed, they were naturally taken over by Susie, the dean of the Witch Academy.

Although the number of students in the academy was much less now than before.

But these guys had already given up hope now, belonging to the kind who didn't even have the intention to graduate.

So Susie simply sent these guys over to plant herbs.

Anyway, they were perfectly skilled at things like one person controlling several machines or golems.

So although they were a minority, compared to the Supreme Council's personnel from before, their efficiency had instead increased a lot.

However, for herbs that were not in a hurry to be harvested, efficiency was only secondary.

Nurturing them.

No matter what precious herbs they were, plant some of them.

If they felt the environment wasn't enough, they would go get some elemental essences.

Unfortunately, the witches currently only had water and fire elemental essences in their hands.

And even this was affectionately sponsored by the Clan Leader. As for essences of other attributes, they needed to find them themselves.

Or else just buy them directly from merchants.

Anyway, the witches weren't short of money; as long as it wasn't some outrageous price, they could accept it.

Moreover, in this area whose development was still very small up to now, there were definitely massive amounts of resources sleeping within.

Even the lowest-level resources could be considered a source of income for the witches.

And just as the Witch Race was starting a new life in the Curse Corridor, voices denouncing the Witch Race gradually reappeared on the world channel.

Without exception, these people had only one slogan, and that was 'Give me back my hard-earned money'!

That's right.

Like beasts of burden owed their wages, they tearfully cried out about their encounters on the world channel one by one.

And their encounters were, without exception, highly similar, the kind of similarity that was one hundred percent identical.

First, a witch said she could build small magic arrays for people. Then people sought her out and paid a massive deposit and some materials. After that, the witch disappeared, and the people who paid were left with nothing.

"Are you guys sure you didn't encounter a scammer?"

The more everyone looked at these people's encounters, the more familiar they felt, so someone finally asked this soul-searching question.

Scammer.

Such a fresh yet retro vocabulary. People never expected that in a place like the Karim Continent, someone could actually encounter such a person.

"A scammer? Probably not. I've met that person, not online, but in reality. It was definitely a witch, no mistake about it."

"Right, right, right, it must be a witch. I'll never forget those scarlet eyes in my life."

"Scarlet eyes? Then it must be a Black Witch. How could we possibly mistake that?"

"... It seems the scammers are still not enough."

Seeing that these people were actually still so 'obstinately clinging to error' up to now, everyone finally knew why this group of people had been scammed.

Normally speaking, fools are harder to deceive than smart people. This is because smart people always think they won't be deceived, which is why they fall for it.

In other words, these guys still didn't believe they had been scammed up to now.

Or rather, they simply didn't want to face this fact.

"If nothing unexpected happens, you guys should all be small leaders from some places, right? Hey you, I know you, weren't you just talking big about dominating a region in the Adventurer City before? Why aren't you saying anything now?"

"Hahaha, now that you mention it, I seem to have some impression."

So that's how it is.

Now everyone knew why these guys had been scammed.

As the saying goes, 'human greed knows no bounds'. Most of these people wanted to get a witch to build a magic shield for them.

Some of these people didn't even have high demands; a range of an eight-hundred-meter radius would do.

Yet even like this, they were still scammed by a scammer, which was truly a bit too horrible to look at.

After all, in order to seize the initiative, these people had basically bankrupted themselves doing this.

Although this group of people was indeed somewhat pitiful, everyone didn't spill out their meager amount of sympathy. Instead, they were very seriously studying a new problem.

The avatars on the world channel couldn't be faked; it was an established fact that couldn't be changed even with a talent.

So how exactly did this guy claiming to be a 'witch' deceive the world channel or the world's will?

"Do you think it's possible that the other party is a real witch?"

"For example?"

"A Black Witch, ah. Those guys are capable of anything. Doing this kind of scamming is definitely as simple as drinking water for them."

"Are you an idiot? Do you think the Black Witches lack this bit of material or money?"

Someone held a different opinion.

In their view, although the Black Witches acted crazily, they would absolutely not do things without reason.

Coupled with the worldwide best-selling status of the Black Witches' potions.

Something like scamming was absolutely impossible to happen given the proud nature shared by the entire Black Witch Clan.

"Indeed. If it's not a witch, then there's roughly only one most impossible direction left for the remaining guesses."

"What is it?"

"Someone has researched a transformation magic that can even deceive the world's will."

"Although it seems somewhat unreasonable, this possibility isn't completely absent."

"Too stupid, this person is simply too stupid, it made my hand involuntarily take a screenshot."

"Fuck! Delete it! Don't force me to kneel down for you!"

"Don't worry, witches, don't kill, idiots."