Are you missing deer?
The elf who spoke always felt like he was being questioned.
She seemed to have said nothing, and yet she seemed to have said everything.
The elves all fell silent.
They wanted to fight back with this silent contempt, but they had too many worries, and in the end they could only digest it into an oppressive silence.
Seeing the group of elves starting to stare at each other, the witch who had had enough of watching the excitement finally spoke.
"After packing up, take these monsters back quickly. This is a deal between you and Yafila and Cornelia. We are not responsible for handling the follow-up matters."
She glanced at the monsters on the ground, took two steps back in disgust, then raised her head and said impatiently: "Didn't I say that there was someone who wanted to redeem a learning opportunity? Which one is it?"
"It's me, Kitty Raglanjes."
Ketiti stood up, took out her letter of recommendation for study, and nodded to the witch.
This is a learning opportunity that her family used the rare resources unique to the elves to buy for her.
You can freely choose a witch on the list and ask for advice.
In Ketiti's view, it is a very cherished and valuable opportunity.
The witch nodded.
"Then you come with me. The others should take their monsters and go back as soon as possible."
Watching Kitty being led away by the witch, Dean lowered his gaze and looked at the elves who deliberately did not look at him.
A gaze with a strong sense of presence was projected from a high place and fell on the backs of the elves without concealment.
Not to mention extraordinary people, even ordinary people can't help but feel this overly obvious gaze.
However, the elves did not raise their heads.
Their only reaction to this was that the movements of their hands to collect the monsters sped up visibly to the naked eye.
It's like driving at 1.5x speed.
It made Dean feel like he had turned into Grandma Rong, the kind who could pierce people with his eyes.
He touched his chin and seemed to understand why Ketiti's mood was so intense.
Standing on the window sill, Dean's eyes followed the backs of the elves' heads until they were far away, then he slowly looked back.
The same reaction as him was the witches around who were joining in the fun.
They retreated in twos and threes, their faces filled with disappointment and wasted emotion.
But soon, this emotion disappeared.
Because the witches who returned to their homes found that Chiara was going crazy from house to house carrying an oversized bag to collect debts.
Seeing her posture, many witches felt a thump in their hearts and couldn't help but have a bad premonition.
And it turns out that their hunch was correct.
This day is destined to be an unpleasant day for many witches.
A robber named "Chiara" broke into their house, took his old notebook, and in an extremely mean tone, began to write "Repaying Kindness", which is read as "robbing homes and houses". .
Every time she left a house, the pocket in her hand became heavier. By the time she passed half of the houses on the notebook, the magic pocket had been stretched out of shape.
The witches watching the excitement couldn't help but murmured, and they all discussed how many things Chiara had collected to reach this point.
Listening to the voices of these guys talking, Chiara turned a page in the book in her hand.
Suddenly, as if she saw something, she turned her head violently, and her eyes, like searchlights, began to scan the crowd.
The ferocious appearance, like a hungry wolf searching for prey, frightened the witches into muting their discussions.
Finally, after scanning a wide circle, Chiara's eyes were fixed on a certain witch in the corner who was gloating about her misfortune.
The hot sight played a good role in clearing the field.
The witch standing in front of the person involved immediately retreated to both sides like Moses parting the sea.
"……I?"
The witch who was let out blinked and pointed at herself in surprise.
"Are you not mistaken? I don't remember that I owe you a favor!"
Chiara said "Oh".
"You don't owe it?"
She opened the small book and raised her eyebrows.
"On the Moon Festival three years ago, you borrowed the heart of Abyss Dream from me, and you completely consumed my heart, which had not been used a few times. You also didn't pay me because you were short of money. Any compensation."
"What I said at that time was that if I need help in the future, as long as you can help me..."
"okay!"
At Chiara's reminder, the witch's face turned red when she remembered this episode, and couldn't help but interrupt her.
"I know, I'll send it to you tomorrow!"
"Today! I need it soon."
Chiara turned the pen in her hand, showing a victorious expression.
The witch in question was so angry that she secretly gritted her teeth. She had no choice but to make up for her mistake, so she could only lead the way and take the robber back to her home.
His tragic appearance attracted the sympathetic looks of countless witches.
…
Of course, Dean didn't know about these little episodes.
The only thing he knew was that when Chiara came to find him at night, the pocket behind her almost touched the ceiling.
Before Dean could ask what it was, the bag opened automatically, like a blower, and began to pour out.
The barrier automatically unfolded in front of Dean. He watched helplessly as a pile of treasures fell from the sky and spread towards the entire room. He was completely confused.
It was so full of jewels that it almost hurt his eyes.
When everything subsided, Dean was almost submerged below his waist. If Chiara hadn't unfolded the barrier and distributed two-thirds of the treasures evenly, he might have been able to swim in it. .
"What you want."
Looking at the treasures that still covered the floor of the room and reached his calves, Dean swallowed and showed an astonished expression.
Seriously, is Chiara prepared to continue living her life like this?
I should say, can she still survive?
Looking at the treasures all over the floor, even a man with a black heart like Dean couldn't help but feel like it was going too far.
But Chiara behaved very generously.
"Maybe it's a bit much, but it doesn't matter, it's not mine."
"Just work hard for me. Anyway, this favor can only be used once. I've already used it, so why not get more."
She made a pun: "My favors are not so easy to owe."
Dean realized this hard.
It's really hard to get.
These senior witches have proved this painful fact with bloody lessons.
I'm probably crying at home now.
Chiara shook the bag, shook out the last remaining gem inside, and showed Dean the empty pocket.
Dean noticed that the bag was a little deformed, which showed how heavy the pressure on it was from the treasures on the ground.
Chiara threw her pocket aside and said in a tone full of elder style: "My sincerity is all here, it should have been fully demonstrated."
"I hope your sincerity will make me feel that it is worth the money."
Dean pulled his feet out of the treasure pile, feeling suddenly less confident.
He thought about it carefully and felt that Lai Yinna must be quite talented in daydreaming. He wondered whether the remuneration would support the transfer payment...
Chiara narrowed her eyes.
"I want both quality and quantity. The two are indispensable."
"You won't trick me, right?"
Dean smirked, "Of course."
"What?"
Kana emerged from the pile of treasures with a head of jewelry on her head, a look of confusion on her face as if she didn't know what night it was.
It turned its head and looked at Xiaolan who was sitting on the golden Holy Grail, feeling that its world view had been greatly impacted.
How could a human woman of Dean's caliber be so profitable?
Kana was holding a pile of heavy treasures, her facial features were wrinkled, as if she had encountered some very difficult to understand problem.
Dean also found it difficult to understand.
He glanced at the golden gem that was shaken out of the bag and landed on a pile of treasures, and he could not suppress the shock in his eyes.
It's just outright robbery.
Even Dean, who has always been known as a robber, can't help but feel like he is being outdone.
It seems that he has to give up this title to others.
After finding a fairly flat place to sit down, Chiara fiddled with the extraordinary materials at hand twice and reminded her.
"Although the witch has the ability to create extraordinary materials, a large part of them is used to supply herself. Whether it is used for trade or to make some items she wants to make, it is a big consumption."
"Most witches don't have a lot of materials stored in their hands."
"Most of these things are finished products. Because your material list said that there is also a demand for finished products, so I didn't specify the type of items."
"The simple materials are easy to say, there is nothing noteworthy, but the extraordinary items inside, especially the weapons you requested, need special attention."
"Although I think those guys can't be so generous as to bring out too good things, the witch's power comes from a special source and comes in various types. You'd better be more careful to avoid being tricked. If something goes wrong then, I It’s irresponsible.”
Dean is really worried about this.
He picked up a necklace and waved it in front of Chiara.
"In addition to verbal warnings, can I get some more substantial assistance?"
Chiara touched her chin, thought for a moment, and gave her answer.
"There is something that might be suitable for you."
After saying that, she took out the item that was considered suitable from the space and input the energy.
A warm golden light lit up. Chiara took off the detection pen-like component on it and touched it on the extraordinary material at her feet.
"Didi! Dangerous items, children should not touch them~"
The pre-recorded voice echoed in the quiet room, and Dean's expression became weird.
Kiara continued to show off.
"Didi! It's a safe product. Children can touch it, but they cannot take it orally~"
"Didi! Super dangerous goods! Danger, danger, danger! All children, stay away as soon as possible!"
"Didi..."
Dean watched silently as Chiara showed him this toddler teaching aid. After all the level introductions appeared, the witch took back her hand and put the pen back to its original place.
"There should be nothing difficult to understand if you operate it for a fool."
"The principle is rather complicated. I'm too lazy to explain it to you in detail. It's probably that these things are burned with some kind of safety mark. If you use this to probe, you can detect the danger level."
"You just need to deal with it differently depending on the classification."
"Just order whichever one you don't recognize. As long as it's not a 'super dangerous item', there's no big problem. Just use it as an ordinary material. There's no difference."
"...What about 'super dangerous goods'?"
Pulling the thing certified as a super dangerous item to Kana's hand, Dean asked Chiara for advice.
"It is recommended that you collect it yourself. It is best not to perform any secondary processing. The risk is too high."
Chiara shrugged and gave what she thought was the most appropriate way to deal with it.
"But I guess you can't help it, so you can pretend I didn't say anything."
"Tomorrow I will get you a summary of the information. Although it is not complete, you can take a look at it. If there is no record, I suggest you seal it up. Don't ask for trouble. If there is a record... you can take care of it yourself."
