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The witch smiled and glanced at Glenn, but didn't say anything else. Instead, she turned around and opened the door of the room.

Five or six witches of various colors crowded together and looked at the witch who opened the door.

The witches retreated quickly with embarrassed expressions, and the witch smiled coldly as if she had expected it.

"Avisha, don't get me wrong, we are just a little anxious. I wonder what your male companion decided?"

The white dog asked flatteringly,

"You can share, but you can't let us go empty-handed, right?"

Glenn answered as he came out.

"Of course! You can visit and learn freely at this gathering, we won't stop you."

The one who answered was the witch with her mouth and nose covered, her voice a little hurried.

Surrounded by these witches, Glenn was brought to the center of the research area, which had been specially cleaned up with magic, and all the necessary equipment and props were prepared.

Under the witch's guidance, Glenn slowly imprinted his magic on a diamond-shaped crystal.

Several witches with more qualifications and outstanding abilities took the initiative to become the leaders of this research project. They worked out several research plans with extremely fast efficiency.

Glenn thought to himself, how great it would be if all these witches were his subordinates. His company would probably be able to expand to the entire continent in no time.

Although he possesses incredible strength, he cannot change the overall capabilities of his subordinates. The current size of the company has already been saturated, and further expansion as before will lead to indigestion.

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment. These witches might only have such strong motivation in studying magic. If they really did things for him, it might have the opposite effect.

The important thing now is to carefully observe the witches' analysis of his magic.

Although Glenn can use this magic at will and has the memory of a researcher of this magic, he is still not familiar with some details due to his lack of knowledge. I believe that this observation will bring him great improvement.

As the provider of this rare ancient magic, Glenn doesn't need to do anything and can just watch from the side.

The witch is also the most powerful among them, so she is also one of the leaders.

The commotion here had already attracted the attention of some witches from other areas, and more and more people were gathering here.

They quickly found out what happened by asking each other, and before long, all the witches attending the party got the information that extremely rare ancient magic had appeared here.

Except for a very small number of witches with special personalities, the rest cannot resist this temptation.

The witches here are at least level five, and the highest is even level eight. With such combat power, they can easily conquer a kingdom if they are sent out.

In Glenn's perception, the eighth-level witch had been on the level above them, surrounded by five seventh-level witches. She should be the owner of this castle.

Even though Glenn made such a big fuss, the witches up there didn't seem interested at all. It seemed that this kind of thing must have happened more than once.

Amid the crowd of witches, Glenn simply turned into a cloud, which made him feel much more comfortable.

Carefully analyzing the witches' actions and task allocation was a bit difficult even with Glenn's thinking speed.

The main reason was that the knowledge involved was too broad, and there were many professional terms that Glenn needed to think about in his mind before he could understand their meaning.

At the same time, another banquet was going on quietly above.

A long floating blanket rose and fell gently like the waves of the ocean, surrounded by the quiet figures of the witches.

They were either drinking tea or lowering their heads, like soldiers after a tragic war.

At the top is a witch wearing a gorgeous dark pink robe and an exaggerated crown. She is also the owner of this hidden castle.

Ira Beibei, an eighth-level witch, had a mysterious origin that no one knew. Even those who knew her best only knew that she was the only one who sheltered all witches.

She would rescue suffering witches at any time and place and bring them to the legendary witch house.

Because she never kills anyone, she has a good reputation in some places, but it is just a good reputation.

No matter how you look at it, the existence of such a taboo as witches is laden with sin.

At this time, these powerful witches had been silent for who knows how long, until the being at the top tapped the teacup in his hand with his fingers, and the witches' slightly dull eyes finally focused.

Ira Beibei looked around at the witches around her and said in a gentle tone:

"Enjoy the rest of your life, everyone. Even though we failed, there is still hope. Someone will end this."

After hearing her words, the witches were speechless for a long time. They knew that Irabebe was trying to comfort them, but after experiencing such despair, it was good enough that they did not cry bitterly.

"Magic Mom, what should we do next? What will it cost us?"

A seventh-level witch asked in a crying voice.

The seventh-level witches here all call Irabebe the magic mother, because Irabebe is not only the one who trained them, but also their introductory mentor in magic.

"It's okay, don't worry, you'll all be fine, I promise."

Irabebe used witchcraft to appease these witches. She had a gentle smile on her face, which made the witches feel a lot more at ease.

"But Magic Mother is an irresistible force with a bad temper. It will definitely exploit our value in the most unfair way."

A witch with star patterns in the corners of her eyes said worriedly.

"We still underestimated the evil and meanness of the Drifting Thing. Even though we made so many preparations, we still couldn't defend against its cunning. We had clearly already won..."

"It's all my fault. I didn't make a good plan. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to exploit the loopholes in the rules. It's all my fault..."

Finally, a witch couldn't help but cover her face and cry.

The level seven warriors who can call the wind and rain outside will be like the little girl. If there are any outsiders here, they will never do this.

Only in front of Irabebe would they not put on airs.

But they didn't know that there was someone below who could sense this place.

Glenn looked up in confusion and wondered if there was a mourning meeting going on up there.

But he didn't have the extra thoughts to pay attention to it, as he was concentrating on it at the moment.

It took Irabebe a while to calm these witches down. She was the one under the most pressure here, but she also had the best mentality.

This kind of gentleness seems to be innate. Anyone who thinks they have a good mentality will also lose their temper under such tremendous pressure.

But she was able to patiently say comforting words over and over again and cast gentle soothing magic.

"It seems to be very lively down there. You should go down and feel the atmosphere there. This may help alleviate the depression you feel right now."

Irabebe suggested.