Even if it’s a mount like a bull or horse, it should still have dignity, right? A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. Just thinking about the treatment I might receive later, Sitle feels it might be better to just die.

"Haha, so what you’re saying is you’re going back on your word?"

Seeing this Aunt of a mount still pretending to be dead, looking as if to say, "I’ve laid down, go ahead and kill me if you can, but I won’t cooperate," Dorothy raised an eyebrow and questioned.

Sitle: "....."

She didn’t reply, even grabbed a piece of broken wall to cover her face, planning to be an ostrich all the way.

Hmm, she planned not to say yes or no.

Default on the agreement? If defaulting.

Too bad.....

"Tsk tsk tsk, well then."

Dorothy nodded, surprisingly without continuing to make things difficult for her. The homebody witch just took out her Spellbook, seemingly messaging someone.

Seeing this, Sitle, whose head was buried in the ruins, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Hmm, young people still are thin-skinned. As long as she doesn’t cooperate, Dorothy can’t do much about it.

That’s what she thought.

In the end...

Two minutes later, a Black Wing Witch landed on the ruins.

"Yo, young lady, where’s the exclusive news you mentioned? Let me see it, I knew the Dragon Roar Colosseum exploded, and that black crescent moon just now must be related to you."

Speedy reporter Wenwen came to report.

After the Japan trip, she was already considered half a member of the Witch’s Home. Of course, this senior actually didn’t yet know her young mistress boss had upgraded to become her Ancestral Elder, so she was still jovial, acting like good sisters.

"Look, playing dead on the ground."

Dorothy pointed to Sitle playing dead on the ground.

"Sitle, elder of the Chris Lineage, one of the Eight Veins of Golden Country, openly contemptuous of the Kengan contract she herself set, deciding to tear up the contract and become a defaulting debtor. Is this news big enough?"

"Enough, enough, don’t worry young lady, this will be the ’Witch Daily’ headline tomorrow."

Wenwen’s eyes naturally lit up upon hearing this.

Wow, gossip about an elder of Golden Country, this is really good, really interesting.

"Enough..."

Actually, as soon as Wenwen arrived, Sitle’s whole body stiffened; after all, those iconic Black Wings were too recognizable.

Damn, it’s those annoying Big-mouthed Crows.

Alright, young lady, you’re ruthless enough.

Even though she was unwilling, she had no choice but to concede. While other media might fear Golden Country’s power and dare not report recklessly, "Witch Daily" isn’t afraid of Golden Country; they have someone backing them, a celestial-level big shot, currently the Prime Minister, the Sage of Lies Hermes.

Sitle can disregard her reputation, but she dare not disregard the reputation of the Chris Lineage.

They are businessmen, after all. For businessmen, the contract is sacred, reputation is life. If this gets big, the Chris Lineage really won’t have a chance to rise.

She sullenly raised her head, looking at that young lady, only to find the other party watching her with amusement. Those peach blossom eyes, far more enticing than her own fox eyes, were filled with pleasure.

Although the other party didn’t speak, Sitle’s ears were already hearing that joyful voice saying: Madam, surely you don’t want to.....

Finally, the proud Elder Radiant Dragon lowered her head. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Mas...ter.... Please give your orders."

She spoke, but her voice was as quiet as a mosquito.

"What, is that all the sound you can make? Senior Wenwen, let’s discuss tomorrow’s headline instead."

Dorothy turned to the Black Wing Senior and said this.

"Master, you win, alright. From now on, I’m your bull and horse, you tell me to go east, I absolutely won’t go west, is that enough."

Sitle shouted angrily, her loud voice immediately attracting the attention of the crowd that hadn’t dispersed, instantly drawing many curious glances.

Nice, some juicy gossip to enjoy.

....Witches enjoying gossip....