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‘A protection fee is charged! ’

In the picture, a few brawny men wearing tank tops with full faces came to the room where the witches were and smiled grimly.

They are less than Tier 2, but there are as many as 7 people.

Lott looked at the picture dignifiedly, and then asked: "The homeless people have always been blackmailed by this group of gangsters? Do the Archons know?"

System: "I know. According to the consul's explanation, this is the only way to arouse the emotions of homeless people, otherwise they will be in a state of mixed eating and waiting to die all day long."

As long as they stand up and resist, although they will be beaten up, at least let them have resentment, revenge, or whatever, so that they have a reason to leave here.

This is the understanding of the consuls. After all, there are so many factories outside, and any assembly line can earn 600 gold a day to work, so you can leave here. Why do you have to stay here and be bullied?

"It's true to say that, but there will always be some people who enter the trough of life and want to avoid it...Are any women hurt?" Lott asked.

System: "No, it should be said that there are no female wanderers staying here. The three witches you see are the only women here."

It seems that women are far stronger than men.

Lott: "Let the knight go over and make a siege."

System: "Good adults."

In the picture, the three witches were suddenly awakened.

Then I saw a group of big guys rushing into the room and grinning at them.

The girls didn't talk nonsense, lifted their short sticks and threw a series of magic spells over them.

It's a pity that there are so many people on the other side, even if they lay down on the front two, a group of guys from behind swarmed up.

Seeing that the witches will be brutally murdered.

In this flash of lightning, a figure stood in front of them, and then a crackling burst of lightning struck through, and all the hooligans collapsed on the ground into a pile of scorched corpses.

After a while, all disappeared and went to resurrection.

The witches sat on the bed and stared blankly at the knight in silver armor and a yellow mouse on his shoulder.

‘Thanks...thanks.....’ One of them quickly thanked him.

The death knight glanced back slightly, then disappeared in place.

Seeing the stunned look of the witches in the picture, Lot could not help but sigh: "The hero saves the beauty, this clichéd bridge will not be outdated anyway. Let the warlock go over and see if we can get the leaves out."

System: "Yes."

In the picture, just as the witches recovered from their fright, a figure appeared in the room again, a conjurer in a black robe.

‘I’m not hurt, ladies? The warlock turned and looked at them and asked.

The witches looked at him blankly, and it took a long time to come back to their senses. This warlock and the knight just now were both local law enforcement officers.

‘My lord wants to talk to you. As the warlock spoke, he took out a disc, and Lot's holographic image appeared on it.

"Good evening, ladies." Lott greeted, looking at the witches in the picture.

Since you want the leaves of the world, just go ahead and waste time without any cover.

The girls who had just escaped the danger saw Lot's virtual image and were slightly surprised, because they instinctively thought that there should be only one person in this city who could send the local law enforcement team.

"Your lord of the dungeon?" one of the witches asked carefully.

"Yes." Lott smiled and nodded.

When the witches heard this, their hearts were filled with shock and joy.

As soon as I came, I met the lord of one power, which is really...

In fact, in the eyes of the nobles, the witch is basically no different from ordinary alchemists and adventurers-it is nothing more than they spend money and then purchase corresponding services or props.

The price paid by each noble is different from the credibility, but the more advanced the noble, the higher the credibility. They basically disdain to take advantage of adventurers.

On the contrary, the low-level ones tend to care about everything, and the troubles of this and that are constant.

Among the high-ranking nobles, the lord of a city can be regarded as the highest-level existence.

But they basically have dedicated alchemists and pharmacists or guards with knives around them, and they basically don't have to contact witch adventurers or the like.

But occasionally there are so few special cases, and the lords are quite generous in their shots.

Therefore, it is a very glorious thing to be interviewed by the lord of one power, or even commissioned. It is not bad for money, and the task is completed well, and the lord will give special rewards.

The witch apprentices in front of them are not high-level, and those who are suitable for them are just taking on the tasks given by ordinary nobles.

And now, the lord of the dungeon appeared in front of them, which was a great opportunity.

"Thank you, honorable lord." The witch who seemed the oldest among them hurriedly stood up and saluted.

She could see that if it weren't for the lord's order, the law enforcers would not have carried out on-site rescue so quickly, and it was unknown whether they would even appear in time.

"What are you doing here?" Lott asked knowingly.

The witches looked at each other, but the eldest sister said to Lott respectfully:

"Our instructor left ahead of time. Because the alchemy experiment requires a lot of materials, we plan to open a magic workshop here to take some tasks and exercise our skills by the way."

"That's right, I need an item, I hope you can find it for me." Lott said.

As soon as several people heard it, they suddenly felt energetic, and quickly asked what an object was.

"Leaf of the World Tree." Lot said without hesitation.

This made the witches startled, all of them looked up at him.

Lott continued: "As long as you help me find the leaves of the world, then I can be satisfied with what kind of high-level workshop you want, and at the same time I will give you 10 million as a reward, how?"

"10 million?!"

Several people took a breath.

They have never heard of this amount in their lives.

The 100,000 gold has already reached the sky, and the 10,000 gold they brought is the lifetime property of their mentor.

"How?" Lott asked further.

The witches looked at each other, and finally said that they needed some time to discuss.

Luo Tong first agreed and let the warlock go out and wait.

On the big screen, the witches are discussing whether to sell the leaves in their hands~www.NovelMTL.com~, while Lott himself sits leisurely with Erlang's legs up and drinking coffee.

At this moment, he heard a set of familiar terms: Babvis.

Sheephead?

The witches stopped talking.

Looking at each other, finally nodded.

One of them went out and called the warlock.

When the warlock came in and showed Lot's holographic image again in front of the witches.

The older witch said, "Dear Lord, we can get the leaves of the world for you, but can you please promise us one thing?"

"You said." Luo Feng headed.

"Please kill the captain of the Fenrir sub-rudder at Babwes here! If you can get its horns, we will give you precious world leaves."