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More than one person was attracted by Glenn's magic. When Glenn turned around, he saw a pair of bright and scary eyes.

Even the witch and the white dog stopped discussing, sharing the same reaction as the witches around them.

"Sir! Sir, wait a moment, I express my sincerest apologies for my rudeness just now! Please let me see your dark magic, please!"

The real witch behind reacted immediately and stood up, then walked forward to flatter in a very humbly manner.

Glenn didn't intend to respond. He just gave a polite smile to the witches who were watching him eagerly and said, "Don't mind it, everyone. Continue with your work. I'm just looking around."

The witches had no time to continue with their own work and were about to rush forward. Fortunately, the witch appeared beside Glenn in time and glared at the witches around her.

Perhaps due to certain rules, this behavior worked. The witches absentmindedly withdrew their gazes, but each of them had already started thinking about it in their hearts.

The witch breathed a sigh of relief. She turned around and asked excitedly, "What did you just do? Why didn't you tell me?"

Glenn scratched his face and hesitated deliberately, "Well..."

The witch was a little impatient, and twisted Glenn's arm angrily, "Tell me now!"

Glenn pretended to be in pain and admitted his mistake, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you. I'll tell you right away."

The witch was satisfied, and then seemed to realize something. She looked around secretly, then pulled Glenn to an empty room in the castle.

This is something I don't want to share with other witches.

But before he could take a few steps, the white dog and several extremely charming witches blocked his way with smiles on their faces.

"Wait a minute, Avisha, you can't be so selfish. That kind of rare magic is obviously an extremely advanced ancient spell. You can't study it thoroughly by yourself."

The white dog kept blinking at Glenn, and its tone was as sweet as a song.

"And he has shown it all. We have all seen it. Let's study it together."

A witch with her mouth and nose covered with a spell cloth said in a muffled voice.

As she spoke, she deliberately straightened her chest and turned sideways towards Glenn, showing off her charming curves.

"The beautiful ancient magic is the most tempting, and Avisha wants to keep it all for herself! So bad, so bad!"

The petite, baby-faced, extremely cute witch made faces at Avisha.

The witch was furious at the sight of these flirtatious and seductive bitches, who were openly seducing her male companion in front of her, which was simply a provocation.

She really wanted to cover Glenn's eyes to stop him from looking, but that was too childish and didn't fit with her personality.

Glenn was also shocked by the "enthusiasm" of these witches. He didn't know where to look and could only look at the various chandeliers on the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, as if they were worthy of study.

Seeing that he didn't look over here, the witches didn't get angry or anything. Instead, they became more curious. They didn't know where the witch found such a special male companion.

"He is my male partner. This witch gathering is just a communication meeting between witches. I have to ask my male partner separately if he is willing to share."

The witch calmed down, said these words lightly, then pulled Glenn away from the witches and headed towards the corner of the castle.

The witches behind him burst into laughter.

The two entered a smaller room. The witch looked at Glenn with an unhappy expression, "Did you do this on purpose?!"

Glenn felt very embarrassed and scratched his head and said, "I didn't expect it to be like this. I thought magic like mine was not hard to come by here."

"You are already a fourth-level magician. Don't you have any idea of ​​the advanced level of magic?! Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this. Tell me, how did you get this rare ancient magic?"

The witch quietly waited for Glenn's explanation.

"This is obtained from the inheritance stele." Glenn said bluntly.

"As expected." The witch nodded as if she had expected this. "It seems that you are a favored person. You can even encounter such a small probability event."

Glenn added at the right moment: "Actually, to be precise, I snatched it from the inheritance stele."

"What?" The witch frowned, not understanding what Glenn meant.

"My power seems to be able to penetrate into the inheritance stele. Using this, I got the treasure inside."

Glenn explained simply.

As if she had heard a fairy tale, the witch was stunned for a long time, and kept trying to explain the phenomenon Glenn described with the knowledge she had accumulated over the past hundred years.

But this is obviously not feasible. The inheritance stele is too mysterious and complicated. Except for its creator, no one has been able to crack it so far. It is nothing but a pipe dream to want to crack it with only a hundred years of accumulation.

After thinking this through, the witch stopped worrying about it. The most important thing now was the magic that Glenn had obtained.

"Let me see your rare magic, a little longer this time."

Magic particles were floating in the witch's eyes, and it was obvious that some effect was being exerted on her eyes.

Glenn did not refuse. This time he used both hands to cast magic, and the strange smell of decay appeared again.

But in the witch's eyes, she saw more and more subtle things.

"Beautiful, so beautiful, it turns out there are so many ingenious magical configurations..."

Excitement colored her cheeks and her beautiful eyes opened as wide as they could.

Glenn sensed that there were many witches outside approaching stealthily.

This is not because they also felt the breath of magic in Glenn's hands. He was confident that he could isolate all investigations. These witches simply couldn't wait any longer.

Seeing that the witch might not come back to her senses from her exploration for a while, Glenn decisively stopped the magic.

"Why did you stop? I need to see more!" The witch was dissatisfied as expected.

Glenn just pointed outside, "They're still waiting."

After taking a few deep breaths, the witch immediately adjusted her state. She asked Glenn: "Do you want to share with them?"

"I thought you would just monopolize me."

Glenn teased.

The witch rolled her eyes at Glenn again in annoyance, "This is yours, so of course it's up to you to decide."

"So what do you want me to decide?"

Glenn didn't think much of this magic. For him, understanding it was enough. As for power, he was strong enough.

"I've told you to make your own decision. I won't give you any advice."

The witch didn't want to decide the ownership of Glenn's things. She asked Glenn for it because she felt that her relationship with Glenn was good enough, but others were different.

Glenn thought for a moment and said, "Let's share it. After all, as a male companion, I can't let a gap between you and your friends. Besides, this magic is not something that can be studied thoroughly easily."