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The witches here had no intention of going down, they just wanted to be quiet for a while.

Now they are indeed envious because the witches below do not have to bear the despair like them.

Glenn had already listened to the part he needed to know. As for the rest, he already had his own understanding, so he let the witches study it on their own.

He left the busiest research area and came to the entertainment area.

There were a few witches sitting or standing in groups of three or four, chatting about strange things.

Glenn found a place like a massage chair and sat down, and began to recall and digest the knowledge he had just learned. During this process, his perception was always expanding.

Although the witches' occasional fussing was a bit disturbing, it was still acceptable.

The hall was lit with bright orange light, and there were no other colors to create a gloomy atmosphere.

Outside the castle is a dark forest of dead trees, with crows flying up and down from time to time.

However, this place does not seem as safe and hidden as the witch introduced to Glenn.

For example, at this moment, Glenn's perception discovered that there was a hole in the artificial moon outside, or the moon created by magic, and a roll of paper came out of the hole.

Glenn opened his eyes and looked out the window without looking at the curious witches who were commenting on him.

Could he be a guest at the party? A roll of paper? ...While Glenn was still pondering, a powerful concealing magic barrier enveloped the entire castle.

The barrier was created by the eighth-level witch above. According to Glenn's perception feedback, this barrier should be used to isolate external interference.

The eighth-level witch was not like the witch here who saw the roll of paper outside.

Glenn felt something was wrong, but decided to observe first.

A drifting object, a piece of contract paper, a being that uses the unique power of the contract to make profits.

It took it a lot of effort to find this place, and it was willing to put in the effort in order to collect debts from those witches.

Realizing that the castle in front of it was protected by some force, it sneered to itself. These creatures created by the original wizard were so interesting and cute.

It was like a black flame suddenly rose up, and Irabebe and the seventh-level witches emerged from the black fire.

"Nice to meet you again! Witches, I have been looking for you for a long time. Why do you look so unhappy? Are you so unhappy to see me?"

The contract paper was unfolded, and on the paper was a very ugly and distorted human face, with its mouth opening and closing in confusion.

Yila Beibei said sternly, "Contract paper, we agreed that it won't be today!"

"You are not welcome here! You are a scheming fellow!"

“Get out of here!”

The seventh-level witches all looked at the contract coldly and criticized it.

However, the strange paper only chuckled, completely silencing the witches, because they knew very well the power of this legendary drifting object.

"Hahaha, it's time to stop talking nonsense. My rules are absolute, and it's my ability to find loopholes. Anyway, I didn't break the rules. Okay, let's talk about the contract."

Faced with the words on the contract paper, Irabebe suddenly moved forward a distance.

She was about to speak when she saw the contract paper suddenly look towards the castle and said strangely:

"Why are you witches sneaking around like thieves? Why are you hiding it from those cute children?"

Irabebe seemed to realize what the contract paper was going to do, and immediately stopped it: "No! You can't do this!..."

This is of course useless, as what the contract originally required will not change.

The barrier released by Irabebe herself was easily broken by the contract paper, and the witches inside also sensed the situation here at the same time.

Irabebe felt dizzy and was about to faint, so the witch who was nearby hurried forward to support her.

In the castle, no matter how devoted the witches were, they flew out of the castle nervously after sensing the contract paper and the aura of the eighth-level witch.

Glenn was also among them. This time he finally came into contact with another drifting object. The one he met last time ran away, but this time he might be able to catch it and study it.

"Magic Mom! Why are you here? And... why did the Drifting Item Contract Paper appear?"

Bai Gou was the first to ask the question, and her voice trembled slightly due to the strong sense of foreboding.

It was not Irabebe who answered her, but the contract paper. It transformed into limbs and a hat like a gentleman, bowed to the witches, and said:

"Hello ladies, I'm Contract Paper. No one remembers my real name, so just call me that. I'm honored to see so many beautiful ladies here."

It glanced at the witches with all kinds of unfriendly expressions, and it was extremely happy. Then it spoke:

"Your kind magic mother played a game with me. The stakes were that I fulfilled one of her wishes, which was to end the witches' periodic torture."

Hearing this, the witches all changed color and looked at Irabebe with eyes that were either touched, worried, or angry. They were shocked that the witches' common umbrella was actually doing such a dangerous thing behind their backs.

Those are drifting creatures, each of which is notoriously evil. It is almost impossible to get anything from them, but Irabebe would actually do such a thing for the future of the witches.

"Magic Mom! Don't you know how unreliable drifting objects are?! Looking for them is simply seeking death!"

A witch cried out sadly.

In this world that is extremely unfriendly to the witch community, Irabebe can be said to be the only spiritual support for the witches. With her gentleness that can melt everything, she leads the witches who have fallen into darkness to the light.

I couldn't imagine how the witches would react if something happened to her.

"Don't say that. My rules are absolute. As long as they can defeat me within my rules, it's fine. They just don't know how to be flexible."

The contract paper accused innocently.

It paused, and then said:

"Besides, the most hateful person should be your magical mother."

The witches immediately cast hostile glances at him.

Glenn wanted to go out and say a few words several times, but before that, he wanted to figure out the whole story first, so he waited for the drifting object called contract paper to continue talking.

After everyone around them was quiet, the paper continued:

"Your magic mother planned to hide everything from you. After studying the rules of my game, she came to challenge you. To be honest, I was really scared that time. I thought I was going to give her my first wish, but I was still better. After your magic mother failed, she had to bear the consequences alone and didn't let me tell you. Tell me, is this hateful?"