Start a dungeon

Chapter 392
'Collect protection fee! '

In the picture, a few burly men in vests came to the room where the witches were, and grinned grinningly.

Their level is less than level 2, but there are as many as seven of them.

Lott looked at the picture solemnly, and then asked, "Has the tramps been blackmailed by these gangsters all this time? Do the consuls know?"

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

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

This is the understanding of the consuls. After all, there are so many factories outside. If you go to any assembly line to work, you can earn 600 gold a day, 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 have entered the trough of life and want to escape. Have any women been hurt?" Lott asked.

System: "Currently there are no, it should be said, there are currently no female homeless living 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 and make a rescue."

System: "Good sir."

In the picture, the three witches were suddenly awakened.

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

The girls didn't talk nonsense, they raised their short sticks and threw a series of magic strikes.

It's a pity that the opponent has a large number of people. Even if the first two get down, a group of guys behind will rush forward.

Seeing that the witches are about to be murdered.

In the blink of an eye, a figure stood in front of them, and then a burst of crackling lightning struck, and all the hooligans became a pile of charred corpses and collapsed on the ground.

After a while, all disappeared and rolled back to life.

The witches sat on the beds and stared blankly at the knight in silver-white armor with a yellow mouse on his shoulder.

'Thank you' said one of them hastily.

The death knight glanced back slightly, then disappeared.

Looking at the dazed looks of the witches in the picture, Lott couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Heroes save the beauty, this kind of clichéd plot will never be outdated no matter what. Let the warlock go and see if he can get out of the leaves."

System: "Follow orders."

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

'You're not hurt, are you, ladies? ' asked the warlock, turning to look at them.

The witches stared blankly at him, and it took a long time to come to their senses. This warlock and the knight just now are both local law enforcers.

'My lords wish to speak with you. ' the warlock said as he took out a disc, on which Lott's holographic image appeared.

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

Since you want the leaves of the world, then simply do it, and don't waste time by hiding it.

The girls who had just escaped from danger were a little surprised when they saw the virtual image of Lott, because they instinctively thought that there should be only one person in this city who can dispatch the local law enforcement team.

"Your Excellency, Lord of the Dungeon?" one of the witches asked cautiously.

"Yes." Lotte nodded with a smile.

When the witches heard this, they were immediately filled with shock and joy.

It's really true that I met the lord of one of the forces as soon as I came here.
In fact, in the eyes of nobles, witches are basically no different from ordinary alchemists and adventurers—it is nothing more than that they spend money and then buy corresponding services or props.

The price and reputation paid by each nobleman are different, but the higher the nobleman's reputation, the higher the reputation. They basically disdain to take advantage of adventurers.

On the contrary, the low-level ones love to care about every detail, and there are constant troubles of this and that.

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

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

But occasionally there are some special cases, and the lords are quite generous.

Therefore, it is quite a glorious thing to be interviewed or even entrusted by the lord of a certain force. Not to mention the money, the lord will give special rewards for the excellent completion of the task.

The Witch Apprentices in front of them are not high-level, and what is suitable for them is just to accept some 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." Among them, the witch who seemed to be the oldest stood up and saluted quickly.

She could see that if it wasn't for the lord's order, the law enforcement officers probably wouldn't be able to carry out on-site rescue so quickly, and it was unknown whether they would even show up in time.

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

The witches looked at each other, and the eldest sister said humbly to Lot:
"Our instructor left early, because the alchemy experiment needs a lot of materials, so we plan to open a magic workshop here to pick up some tasks, and practice our skills by the way."

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

When several people heard this, they were immediately refreshed, and quickly asked what an item was.

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

This made the witches startled, and they all looked up at him.

Lott continued: "As long as you help me find the World Leaf, then I can satisfy any advanced workshop you want, and I will give you 1000 million as a reward, how about it?"

"1000 million?!"

Several people gasped.

They had never heard of such an amount in their lives.

10 gold is already the top of the sky, and the 1 gold they brought is the lifetime wealth of their mentor.

"How?" Lott asked further.

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

Lott nodded in agreement and asked Warlock to go out and wait.

On the big screen, the witches had a heated discussion about whether to sell the leaves in their hands.

And Lotte himself sat there leisurely with his legs crossed, drinking coffee.

Just then, he heard a set of familiar terms: Babwiss.

Goat?
The witches said nothing more.

They looked at each other and finally nodded.

One of them went out and called the warlock over.

When the warlock came in and showed Lott's holographic image to the witches again.

The old witch said: "My lord, we can get the world leaf for you, but please promise us one thing?"

"Say it." Lott nodded.

"Please kill the Legion Commander of Babwis's Fenrir sub-helm here for us! If you can get its horn, we will give you the precious world leaf."

(End of this chapter)