Dean pretended not to understand what she meant, still looking like "where there's a will, there's a way."
He had made up his mind, and Lilia was too lazy to talk. She put down her wine glass, walked to the window, and sighed.
"Since you insist, then I will show you what a difficult group of people you have to face."
With that said, Lilia opened the window and snapped her fingers.
The magic circle lit up, and countless energy light balls the size of glass balls condensed out, as if some tracking program was installed, and they hit the glass windows in all directions.
The posture of a goddess scattering flowers gave Dean a bad feeling.
And soon, he knew that this was not an illusion.
Because in the next second, a series of shattering sounds of glass came in from the window, accompanied by screams such as "My window" and "Lilia, why are you crazy?" Dean was almost stunned when he heard it. I choked on my saliva.
Kana stretched out her paw and patted his back, summoning the power of shadow to block the figures on her side.
When Lilia came back from knocking on the window, she saw that the unfaithful master and pet were protecting themselves very well.
The power of shadow wraps up a person so tightly that it almost leaves "I don't know this person" written on his face.
She sneered and used a defensive magic to block the attacks coming towards her window.
After one round of attacks passed, Lilia took out her ears and removed the soundproofing magic that had been deployed along with the defensive magic.
The angry curses of the witches came from the outside world.
"Lilia, are you okay with your mind?"
"Do you feel that your life is too comfortable?"
Lilia blew her little finger that had just removed her ear and said to Dean: "Understand, they haven't seen anyone for a long time and are a little excited."
No, I don’t think this excitement has anything to do with me.
Dean's mouth twitched, and he suddenly began to worry about the feasibility of the plan.
With such an introducer, can he really coexist peacefully with other witches?
Why does it feel worse than not knowing anyone...
Dean even suspected that Lilia saw that he was too nervous, so she deliberately acted like this.
At least his mentality is much more serious now.
After walking to the balcony at Lilia's signal, Dean found that wherever he looked, in almost every house, there was a witch standing on the roof, staring eagerly at the place. While his scalp was numb, he also felt a trace of desolation. Dan's mercy.
Those with balconies stand on the balcony, and those without balconies stand on the roof.
This is really...too realistic.
Lilia walked slowly to his side and put her hands on the railing of her luxurious balcony.
The witches who saw the stranger somewhat restrained their emotions. They looked at Dean, and then turned their eyes to Lilia's face, signaling her to explain quickly.
Lilia held on to the railing and said lazily: "Dean, breeder, my friend."
The witches were obviously not unfamiliar with this name, especially the name with added identity. They hugged their shoulders, temporarily put aside the window matter, and turned their inquiring eyes back to Dean.
Dean, who instantly felt a lot of spiritual power approaching him, sighed, released the Akkaman divine fish, and blocked it in front of him.
The fish's tail swung in the air, and those impolite mental powers suddenly seemed to hit a copper wall.
Dean, who saw many witches holding their foreheads and crying in pain, nodded to everyone, and introduced himself amidst Lilia's gloating laughter.
"I'm Dean. I came here to make a deal with the Witch's House, or everyone here."
"Please give me your advice."
This straightforward introduction obviously pleased some of the witches, and their eyes on Dean softened a lot.
However, there were still people who were angry with Lilia because of his rude behavior and showed disdain.
Dean looked at these witches with different expressions, not showing it on his face, but he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.
The Witch's House really interprets the phrase "a hundred flowers bloom" thoroughly.
At this glance, he could see that almost no pair of witches had similar features. Even their hair was different colors.
Not to mention the clothing and accessories, the styles are very different, and some even differ from season to season.
For example, the one wearing a swimsuit...
Wait, swimsuit?
Dean went back to confirm again. When he found out that he had read it correctly, his eyes widened with an incredulous expression.
Good guy, are you so angry? In this weather, there are still people wearing swimsuits?
Don't you feel cold?
His eyes were fixed on the woman's blue lips, and he felt that he had understood the truth.
Lilia also noticed something unusual about him, and after following his gaze, she showed a clear expression.
"That's the ice witch Ellie. She said that to understand the secret of ice, you have to start by feeling the cold, so you have to use your body to embrace the ice."
"It sounds artistic, but it's actually just an ice bath, or just find a lake for winter swimming."
Lilia held her chin and reasoned reasonably: "Dressed like this... when I broke her window, she must have been taking an ice bath."
It's such a calm statement, and I don't feel any guilt at all.
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed sincerely.
"You guys here... are really tolerant."
If we had moved to another place, people like Lilia would have been thrown out in a sack long ago.
Lilia thought Dean was talking about the Ice Witch, so she waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, she doesn't like men."
"...No, I don't think we are talking about the same thing."
Dean rubbed his brows, and under Lilia's gaze that seemed to be mocking him for being so rare, he chose silence as golden.
Since there is an outsider like him here, it is naturally inconvenient for internal strife.
Taking advantage of the fact that she still needed to entertain guests, she sent all the witches away. Lilia led Dean back to the room despite the unfriendly looks of the group of people.
After closing the curtains, she crossed her legs and raised her chin towards Dean.
"Although I was the one who picked it out first, you should be able to tell what kind of virtue those people have from this meeting just now."
"Everyone is thorny, independent, and goes their own way. How can you impress people like this?"
Lilia looked at Dean and commented in a tone of bystander: "Witches are synonymous with indulgence and enjoyment. They are short of money but not short of money. They love money and don't love money. Such a group of people are unpredictable and unpredictable. You probably haven’t met this person yet, right?”
"I know you can customize your magic pet, but can you customize a magic pet for everyone that suits their own characteristics, satisfies them, and makes them excited?"
Um?
Hearing this, Dean paused. He looked up at Lilia and said sincerely, "I think I can do it."
