Empress: Need Some Fighters for the Cursed Corridor

Since they were both admins now, Lan Qingyou took the opportunity to explain the group's rules to her.

Speaking of rules, as the person in charge of the Witch's Tea Party, Susie had something to say.

"The tea party has just been established. Shouldn't we set a few rules to regulate everyone's behavior?"

After all, without rules, there's no order.

"Even though the 'tea party' is just a chat group for communication, it still needs some rules to keep things in line. Otherwise, as an admin, you won't have any grounds to manage people."

"That makes a lot of sense. I'm not very good at this sort of thing; do you have any good ideas?"

Lan Qingyou nodded, then casually tossed the question back to Susie.

Susie, who seemed to have prepared for this, no longer looked troubled. After a moment's thought, she voiced her ideas.

Lan Qingyou added a few points after listening. Together, they finalized several regulations.

The first, naturally, was that witches must not kill one another. This was lifted directly from Tarot Villa, so there wasn't much to discuss.

The second was that witches should help each other. After all, the witch population was tiny; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every loss was permanent.

The third was that no one was allowed to engage in mindless verbal abuse or tantrums in the group.

If there were academic disputes, they could be settled with experimental data and results. If they simply disliked each other or got heated, they could arrange a duel through the Adventurers' Guild.

As long as they didn't kill or maim each other, no one would care if they beat each other senseless.

Finally, if anyone committed mutual slaughter, they would be hunted down by the management. Naturally, this rule was also copied from the Villa.

Even though the beginning and the end were copied, one had to admit these rules were very practical.

On the way back, the two discussed more details regarding management.

"Is the Clan Leader heading back already?" Susie asked Lan Qingyou as they arrived outside the Adventurers' Guild.

"Yes. I originally came out to get revenge on the Huang father and son. Although there were a few minor hiccups along the way, everything has been resolved perfectly."

Lan Qingyou had expected this trip to take some time, but she hadn't anticipated it would end so quickly.

In that case, she might as well head back early to brew some Witch potions. She was particularly excited about using Jormungandr's blood for them.

After all, it was her first time working with such a material; it would be a lie to say she wasn't thrilled.

"Alright, since you've decided, I won't keep you."

Susie didn't press further, knowing Lan Qingyou likely wanted to get to work. However, as they stepped into the guild, the once-bustling interior fell silent instantly, just as it had when Lan Qingyou first arrived.

Lan Qingyou was like a signal light; with every step she took, the eyes and heads of the diversely dressed adventurers followed her movement.

Being the center of such intense attention made Lan Qingyou a bit uncomfortable.

She could only keep her face stiff and continue walking, but this only gave the onlookers an impression of 'arrogance' and 'coldness.'

As expected of a witch—so aloof. She was so cold that they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

They could only watch cautiously as she flew toward the teleportation circle.

This was for the best. Her early departure would relieve them of a significant amount of mental pressure.

To be honest, although none of them had interacted with Lan Qingyou or even greeted her, the aura she exuded somehow exerted an invisible psychological pressure on them.

It had nothing to do with race; it was simply a feeling in their hearts.

Yet, just as everyone was eagerly wishing for her to leave, a series of beeps rang out from Lan Qingyou, who had already reached the teleportation circle.

They were familiar with that sound. It was the notification for a chat message on an identification card.

They couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Who was it? Couldn't the message have come a minute later, after they'd seen this harbinger of trouble off? Did it have to be right now?

Lan Qingyou ignored the crowd, whose faces looked as though they were suffering from severe constipation, and pulled out her card.

Empress: "@All, who's free? Need some fighters for the Cursed Corridor."

Oh? With phrasing like that, had Jiang Lan found a dungeon?

Indeed, within the Villa, whenever a dungeon was discovered and combatants were needed, people would call for fighters. These moments were usually the liveliest in the group.

Death: "What kind of dungeon is it?"

Righteousness: "Any intel?"

High Priestess: "I'm in a dungeon and can't make it. Maybe wait for me?"

The Star: "Good grief, you really don't want to miss out on a single thing."

High Priestess: "Of course. I have over ten thousand people under me now. Naturally, we need the experience and gear."

The Sun: "Yeah, yeah, having subordinates is just so impressive."

High Priestess: "I'm regretting it now. If I hadn't wanted more clansmen for protection back then, I wouldn't be stuck being managed by these guys."

Hierophant: "Managed?"

Magician: "Probably because of her young age, even though she's the ancestor of all vampires."

The Emperor: "Haha, Vivian, you've finally met your match!"

High Priestess: "Gu Xiaobei, you just wait! Don't let me catch you!"

Lan Qingyou stood still, watching the chat messages.

She had originally wanted to join the fun, but seeing the High Priestess's words and thinking of the Jormungandr's blood in her possession, she decided to head home and make the Witch potions first.

Besides, dungeons weren't restricted; she could go whenever she wanted or join in later.

However, just as Lan Qingyou was about to put her card away and enter the teleportation circle, another message came from the Empress.

Empress: "It's not a dungeon. A group calling themselves Formation 505 is cornering me, demanding I hand over seeds and such. In short, they're very annoying."

Empress: "I'll pay a commission to whoever comes and takes them out."

While Jiang Lan was exceptional at planting, her combat strength wasn't very high.

In fact, she hadn't participated in any dungeon battles recently, focusing solely on refining her farming and planting skills.

Consequently, she was practically defenseless when facing enemies.

The Tower: "Calling themselves Formation 505?"

Lan Qingyou's brow quirked.

Empress: "Why, do you know them?"

The Tower: "Interesting. The guys I mentioned earlier who were stealing teleportation circles also claimed to be from Formation 505, though they were just an unnamed squad under them."

The Star: "That is interesting indeed."

Upon hearing that Lan Qingyou had also encountered people claiming to be from Formation 505, everyone's interest was piqued.

They were all quite curious about the makeup of this suddenly appearing Formation 505.