The Tower: “What’s wrong with that? The Witch race needs a territory of its own. Otherwise, we won’t even have a place to call home when we want to rest.”
Lan Qingyou answered Chu Yuan’s question quite bluntly.
Justice: “I think it’s fine.”
The Tower: “Then help me pass the message. Oh, and while you’re at it, let them know that since I’ve been a bit busy lately, the matter of the Cursed Corridor might have to be put on hold for a while. @Empress @Lovers, is that okay?”
A threat.
For Lan Qingyou, there were many ways to leverage the Kalim Supreme Council.
However, since this matter had come up so suddenly, a direct and immediate threat like this was bound to be more effective.
Lovers: “No problem. I can stay at the Empress’s place for a while and do some research. It just means we won’t be able to start mass production yet.”
Empress: “I’m in no hurry.”
Justice: “Got it.”
Since Lan Qingyou had put it that way, Chu Yuan naturally didn’t mind.
In fact, he was secretly delighted that Lan Qingyou was being so firm.
It was one thing to mess with him—he didn’t have many ways to push back—but if they turned around and tried to mess with this witch, they were about to find out how uncomfortable life could get.
And so, a cheerful Chu Yuan relayed the two messages Lan Qingyou had given him into the Kalim Supreme Council’s channel.
Isabel: “What is this witch trying to do!”
Piamon: “Is she threatening the Supreme Council? This is simply unreasonable!”
Shigeki Morikawa: “I’ve said it before, these people are lawless and should have been suppressed with an iron fist long ago. Otherwise, they forget who the actual rulers of Kalim are.”
Gu Anran: “Heh, law? What law? When did the Supreme Council ever establish laws? If you want to use the law to punish someone, you’d better actually write some laws first.”
Admel: “True. Though I wonder if anyone would even follow the laws we set. That’s the important part.”
Gersons: “That’s probably not going to happen, especially since we’ve only just started setting up the Adventurers’ Guild.”
Salvador: “Now is not the time for this. If the witch doesn’t plan to personally build the magic circles for the Cursed Corridor, who is going to ensure the supply of grain and vegetables?”
Shigeki Morikawa: “Hmph, if she won’t do it, there are plenty of others who will. Just get some other witches to do it.”
Li De: “The magic circles those other witches make are too small. The input and output wouldn’t meet the interests of the Supreme Council.”
Daniel: “Then what do you suggest? Should the Supreme Council bow its head again?”
Gu Anran: “If you view compromise as bowing your head, then I suggest you step down and give your seat to someone else.”
Durandal: “Enough. Let’s stop there.”
Daniel: “Council President.”
Shigeki Morikawa: “The Council President is here.”
Durandal: “@Chu Yuan, tell the witch that we accept her conditions. However, when she is crafting the magic circles, she must take our witches along and teach them how to construct them.”
Chu Yuan: “I can pass that along, but whether she’s willing or not is up to her.”
Durandal: “Then tell her that regardless of whether she agrees to that part or not, we accept her conditions. Furthermore, the Supreme Council will officially announce the Abandoned Land as the legal autonomous territory of the Witch race.”
Durandal: “However, as a result, the Adventurers’ Guild in the Abandoned Land will have to be built by them. We will only be responsible for providing the materials.”
Durandal: “Moreover, aside from the unified system for accepting missions and the bonuses, she will need to recruit the staff for the established Adventurers’ Guild herself.”
Chu Yuan: “Understood.”
Seeing that even the Council President of the Supreme Council had spoken, Chu Yuan naturally didn’t object.
As the Council President, Durandal held the power of final decision when matters reached a deadlock.
Although a decision made through this power could be re-evaluated if someone objected, in most cases, no one would.
On one hand, it was because Durandal was well-liked; his popularity was part of the reason he had become Council President in the first place.
On the other hand, it was because Durandal rarely exercised this right.
He had only stepped in this time because the matter involved the witches and the Cursed Corridor—things that were beneficial to the Supreme Council and their hold on power.
Otherwise, he was rarely seen speaking in the channel.
The Tower: “I see. Fine then, I agree on my end as well.”
After Chu Yuan informed Lan Qingyou of the Council President’s decision, she agreed without a second thought.
Although she didn’t really need anyone’s recognition for a place like the Abandoned Land if she truly wanted it,
The fact that the Council President had spoken that way meant he was making a concession, which satisfied Lan Qingyou greatly.
Furthermore, Lan Qingyou now lived by the principle of equivalent exchange. Since the Council President was showing respect, she would naturally return the favor.
After all, respect was mutual.
“Is it settled?”
Shang Chuan, who had been lurking and watching the screen since Lan Qingyou pulled out her card, asked immediately as soon as he saw her put it away.
“It’s settled. I’m heading over to the Empress’s side next. I’ll leave the matters of the Witch’s Forest to you.”
“It’s no trouble. I’m going to be living here from now on anyway.”
Shang Chuan was naturally very satisfied with a residence where he didn’t have to worry about monsters, mana turbulence, or mana tides.
Although he had been quite satisfied with that hidden cave before,
If possible, living under the open sky and soaking up the sun was far better.
“Mm. Since the Supreme Council has now agreed to recognize the Abandoned Land as the habitat of the Witch race, shall we use this teleportation circle as the site for the Adventurers’ Guild?”
“I think that works. As for the rest, we can also...”
The two of them chatted for a while longer before Lan Qingyou stepped onto the teleportation circle and vanished.
Once Lan Qingyou had left, Shang Chuan turned to look at the group of people gathered around them.
“Listen up, you scum of District 666. I’m going to make this clear: if you want to live on the witch’s territory, you’d better follow my arrangements. Otherwise, please get the hell out of here.”
From the very start, Shang Chuan didn’t show these people a shred of kindness.
He went straight into mockery mode.
“Who the hell are you? Why should we listen to you on the witch’s territory?”
Although they had seen the witch talking to this guy just now, Shang Chuan’s own people had surrounded the area, so they hadn’t heard the specifics of their conversation.
Now that he had started with such blatant provocation—and a group taunt at that—how could these pieces of trash not get worked up?
Good grief.
If the witch had said it, they would have taken it. After all, she was the master of this place; she could say whatever she wanted.
But who did this outsider think he was, acting so high and mighty?
“The name is Shang Chuan. If you’ve been hanging around District 666, you should know who I am.”
Faced with the confrontation, Shang Chuan didn’t back down. Instead, he took a step forward, standing right in front of the speaker with narrowed eyes and a murderous aura.
“Damn! It’s you, that profiteer!”
“I was wondering why you looked so familiar. It’s Profiteer Chuan.”
“I remember this profiteer and the witch have been working together since shortly after the crossover started.”
“Then what is this guy doing here now? And he talked with the witch for so long... could it be that the witch sold us all out to this profiteer?”
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