Chapter 72: The Witch with Ill Intentions
It turned out to be an acquaintance, the Witch with a Witch Residence.
The Witch ignored Small Knife and, without a word, stepped forward and pulled out a palm-sized stone house to throw it.
The tiny house grew visibly larger, swiftly reverting to a stone house, landing squarely in the center of the only exit.
The stone gate opened, and forty to fifty warriors emerged from within.
No instructions were needed; they were already on guard, ready to defend various spots.
Small Knife swallowed involuntarily, my goodness, can a Witch Residence hold people? I love it; I must get one and bring it to the real world.
"What happened here? Where's the witch left to guard? And the totem pole?" The Witch finally approached.
Small Knife immediately recounted everything that happened.
"Capable of controlling a fierce beast?" The Witch's expression changed.
"The Black Soul Crow has already gone after it; it shouldn't be a problem."
