After successfully choking Lilia with one sentence, Dean successfully retreated under the complicated look in her eyes.
When the two separated, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
By the time Lilia saw Dean again, it would be five days later.
She looked at Dean, whose whereabouts had become a mystery these days, and asked with genuine curiosity.
"Where have you been these past few days?"
Why don't you see anyone every day?
Dean yawned, and the two shallow dark circles under his eyes revealed his recent chaotic routine.
Dean answered her question while drinking tea to cheer him up: "I'm going to the tea party."
"tea party?"
This answer was obviously not what Lilia expected. She was stunned for a moment, then frowned and continued to ask: "What tea party?"
Why didn't she know there was such a thing in the Witch's House?
Before she could think about it for a second, Dean slapped her in the face with his answer.
"Of course it's a witch's tea party."
"It's just a group of like-minded witches, or witches who are studying similar topics, get together and hold an exchange discussion..."
"Don't you know this event exists?"
Dean showed undisguised surprise. He really didn't expect that Lilia didn't know about the existence of the "tea party".
He had been going around in the past few days and participated in more than a dozen events. He thought this was a regular event at the witch's house, but he didn't expect Lilia, a local witch, to be unaware of it.
It can be seen how unwelcome this person's normal behavior is...
Seeing the surprise on his face, Lilia fell into a high-quality silence.
She did know that those old women would organize some activities from time to time, but she had never participated in them, and she didn't know that they were called tea parties.
I didn’t expect that Dean had just been here a few days and he was already acting like this.
Lilia clicked her tongue a few times in her heart, seemingly dissatisfied.
In fact, when the tea party started, the witches had thought about inviting her.
After all, whether this person is a bear or not is another matter. His knowledge and wisdom are indeed second to none.
However, before he finished speaking, Lilia stopped him with two words.
She said the need for brainstorming to solve the problem would only expose their incompetence.
As a genius who has absolute confidence in herself, she doesn't need anyone to tell her about her research results. Only one person is enough to accomplish everything.
This response instantly stirred up a hornet's nest.
The witch who originally planned to invite her was so angry that she walked away before she could finish her words.
If we hold similar events in the future, we will naturally not invite her again and bring trouble to ourselves.
Lilia recalled it for a while, and found out what had happened from the corner of her memory that was classified as unimportant information. Her interest in this tea party instantly faded a lot.
But it was still a bit awkward to be asked like this by Dean, a newcomer.
Lilia had a stinky face, and even the corners of her mouth dropped. The low air pressure surrounding her body almost froze the tea in Dean's hand into ice cubes.
This expression said everything. Dean knew without even guessing that she had not received the invitation, so in order to increase the knowledge of this unpopular witch, he took out the invitation letter he had just received and handed it over. .
"We sincerely invite Mr. Dean to attend the "Winter Sunshine" tea party in Cabin No. 203..."
After taking a look at the contents of the invitation, Lilia couldn't help showing a disgusted expression before she finished reading it.
"I'm going to vomit."
She thrust the invitation back into Dean's hand with a look of disgust, as if the invitation would be a contamination to her fingers if she stayed there for one more second.
"Returning to the warm winter sun" sounds disgusting, but you can endure the humiliation. "
Lilia looked Dean up and down, and for the first time, she got to know this person in a complicated way.
That kind of mentality is like learning that King Gou Jian of Yue was lying on the firewood and tasting gall.
The person involved touched his nose and his eyes were a little wandering.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle. If he wants to attack the witches, he must first understand the preferences of his target group. After collecting the information, he can officially start.
But to be honest, although he attended the tea party with some caution, he was quite happy at the tea party. Although there was no chance to interrupt, the knowledge and various details revealed by the witches during their discussion were exposed. The information about them that came out benefited him a lot.
Especially for the reading tea party held by the "Witch of Books" before, Dean also mixed in two very cherished ancient books to read, and spent a very fulfilling afternoon.
Lilia couldn't understand.
She didn't even bother to find out how Dean got in. She wiped her fingers several times before telling her why she came to him.
"Fuya has a day off today. I asked her to go get some things and she will be back soon."
Shaking the cup, Lilia looked at Kana opposite, who looked up at her because of these words, and raised the corners of her lips.
It was probably because the Lord loved her so much that soon after she finished saying this, Fuya opened the door and walked in.
Dean looked at the door expectantly. On the sixth day after arriving at the Witch's House, he finally saw the Shadow Doll that Lilia said had a very different mental outlook than before.
"What?"
Looking at Kana and Dean in the room, Shadow Doll tilted his head and seemed to take a look at them. Then he nodded politely, carried his suitcase, and walked in.
She behaves like a dignified and generous lady, making people dream of an aristocratic girl with extraordinary wealth walking towards her.
Dean put down the tea cup and suddenly felt a little pressure.
He straightened his back silently and looked at Fuya who was walking towards him and others.
This Shadow Doll is indeed very different from when it was in the breeding house.
I don’t know how many good things Lilia fed it, but its appearance alone is much better than before.
He was also covered with a small white robe, hanging down at his feet. It swayed slightly with the movements of the demon pet, blending with its white body, as if it was glowing, and was particularly eye-catching.
From a distance, she looks more like a young lady from a noble family.
It was only after Dean looked at it that he realized that the same principle that a man relies on his clothes and a horse's saddle seems to be applicable to magic pets. He carefully looked at the generous and decent Fu Ya, then looked at Kana, and suddenly felt that My children have become simple.
It's okay, you still have to look at the data.
Anyone with long hands will wear the clothes, whether they are strong or not will last a lifetime.
Dean comforted himself, and then opened Fuya's information panel.
[Magic Pet Race: Shadow Doll]
[Gender: Female]
[Attribute: Ghost (Shadow)/Dark]
[Racial Qualification: A]
[Individual Qualification: S]
[Talent: Thinker]
[Introduction to Demon Pet: A shadow doll that has learned magic, likes to think, and can draw strength from thinking.
Although his original talents were reduced due to the absorption of a large number of elements outside his own system, after mastering a variety of magic, he seems to have developed a combat system that is more suitable for him. 】
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