"Your muscle barbarians used to be so arrogant, now you're complaining? If you don't want to do research, go do manual labor. Those necromancy factories open 24/7, year-round, are always hiring. You could work there."
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The idle chatter from the underworld residents below also reached Dorothy's ears, leaving the homebody witch even more stunned.
Goodness, have I, the great Research Witch, actually turned the tables and become the master? Is this what they call being meek in life but striking hard in death?
However, the Mechanical Sect...
Dorothy's gaze turned toward the center of Pandora City. Flanking the familiar Monument of Heroes were two grand and majestic structures.
One was the Holy Palace used for office work, and the other was the Church of Machinery's Iron Cathedral.
If Pandora City in the underworld might still be coincidental, the presence of the Mechanical Sect basically confirmed the homebody witch's suspicions.
Oh my, perhaps my dream has truly come true.
