Dorothy didn't say much nonsense. She didn't even sit down and asked directly.

She thought it would be better to complete the transaction as soon as possible and then go back to each house to find each mother.

"Of course I brought the goods. It's right here. Take a look."

The Phantom Thief lady opposite didn't seem to have any intention of causing trouble. She just snapped her fingers, and then an exquisite box appeared on the table in front of her. She pushed the box towards Dorothy, indicating that the other party could check it out in advance.

Inspection.

The otaku witch was really surprised that this guy could be so straightforward, but she still stretched out her hand, and an invisible tentacle rolled up the box and put it in her hand.

Then, she opened the box in front of her.

And as the box was opened, even if only a small gap was opened, a powerful and majestic magical aura surged out from it.

Normally, this movement should be a standard scene of the birth of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Frequent visions should occur and attract the attention of the whole city. But now, no matter how turbulent the magic power pouring out of this box is, it is still blocked.

Holding it in Dorothy's hand, no breath could leak out, as if there was an independent world in the palm of the witch's hand.

This is the magical power that holds the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of your hand.

Well, a new magic that the otaku witch randomly came up with on her journey.

It's not difficult, it's quite simple. It's just a little fusion of space magic and Bodhisattva's state of mind. It just burns a little bit of magic power and can squeeze out a witch in one second.

But what does draining the otaku witch dry have to do with my otaku god?

Now that she has enough magic power, she can use it freely.

Really, if she had so much magic power, how could she, a magician, dance with others with swords, guns, and fists every day? The magician should be able to cast spells gracefully.

"Well, the product is good, the condition is excellent, and it's well preserved. I'm quite satisfied."

Looking at the shining golden heart that was still beating in the box, like a dragon's heart made of gold, Dorothy nodded and said with great satisfaction.

This ancient glorious dragon heart is really in excellent condition, as fresh as if it had just been picked.

"Of course. After seeing your request, Miss Witch, I went to the Dragon Realm specially. The goods I just bought are naturally fresh. The old goods are thirteen thousand two hundred and forty-two years and two hundred and sixty-five days and ten years old.

She scolded me three hours, forty-five minutes and eight seconds ago. She deserved this fate, but she was already dying of old age and had already lived in a dragon's tomb. She didn't have a few good years to live.

Well, I just helped her a little bit, and she should thank me."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Opposite me, Miss Phantom Thief was also very proud when she heard this. She raised her head and raised her chest, and said so as if I am amazing, please praise me.

Dorothy: "......"

Ah, this is really killing on the spot.

The otaku witch couldn't help but be speechless.

Tsk, what a crime. If there is no business, does that mean there is no killing?

She silently lit a candle for the unlucky Ancient Glory Dragon, and then mentally raised the danger level of the Phantom Thief Miss to the full limit.

Turtle, you kill someone just because someone scolds you. You are a harmless person. I have never seen anyone more cruel than you.

Moreover, compared to slaying a dragon over a disagreement, Dorothy felt that being able to hold a grudge down to the second was even more terrifying.

Damn it, I can’t afford to offend him, I can’t afford to offend him, so I’d better end the deal and run away.

Dorothy felt that her little heart couldn't bear the stimulation, so she had to speak again.

"So what's the price?"

Well, this guy refused to tell me the price before and insisted on a face-to-face meeting. Now that they are face-to-face, she should make a quotation, right?

In short, hurry up, even if you are slaughtered, you will be slaughtered, as long as you don't go too far, the otaku witch feels that she can still accept the loss of money to eliminate disasters, and it is better to leave this cruel god of plague as soon as possible.

"What do you want? Library points or something?"

she asked.

"What do I want? Of course I want you, Miss Witch of the Forest."

Miss Phantom Thief really didn't waste time this time. She sat on the soft booth sofa and looked at Dorothy with burning eyes.

Well, that’s the standard look in a thief’s eyes when he sees his favorite treasure.

In other words, the weasel saw the look in Kun's eyes as he came to the door.
Chapter completed!