Steve: "You can't escape now. You are well aware of the Tower Witch's thods. I'm afraid death is your best outco."
Death is the best outco.
This phrase wasn't originally coined by Steve. It was how people on the world channel described it after learning that the dark witches had developed curse magic.
After all, compared to death, the ntal tornt of weakness, dizziness, poison, fatigue, and blindness would always outweigh the physical suffering.
Unable to go out and work, unable to gather resources, unable even to live a relaxed life.
After living like that for a long ti, there were plenty of people who, already sensitive from their transmigration, simply chose to die on the spot.
Therefore, provoking a witch wasn't scary. Provoking a witch who could use curses was what would cost you your life.
But Isabel clearly didn't think so.
She still wanted to struggle.
Isabel: "I'll give your club half of my current assets."
That's right, she was trying to buy her life.
Originally, she had intended to use this idea to reconcile with the Witch Race after learning about their curses.
But who would have thought that Durandal, acting as a middleman, would bring back news of rejection a re ten minutes after she sent her request?
To be honest.
Even now, she felt that Durandal hadn't wholeheartedly helped her.
That kind of reply speed felt more like a brush-off.
Just like so ti ago, when she asked that commander of the Witch Legion to search for the flying city. After being dispatched, there was no follow-up.
As a result, the enemy directly launched a surprise attack on her territory.
Steve: "Half is too little. For that lord, using a teleportation spell is extrely taxing."
Bah!
Taxing my ass.
Is your family so poor that you can't even afford a mana potion?
If you want money, just say it, stop putting on airs.
Isabel, well aware of the other party's tricks and appetite, almost shattered her back molars in hatred.
Sure enough, these guys were demons who would even sell the gods they worshipped for money.
So, Isabel replied with a gloomy face, "How much do you want?"
Steve: "Ninety percent."
Isabel: "Impossible!"
Are you kidding? Wouldn't ninety percent basically be everything?
The problem was, if I give it all to you, what am I supposed to do?
They say the most painful thing is either dying before spending all your money or running out of money while still alive.
Your asking price makes it very difficult for .
Steve: "Nothing is impossible. Although it's ninety percent, at least you'll still have your life. After this blows over, you can continue to govern the Rolling Thunder Wilderness, and by then, you can accumulate wealth anew."
...
Looking at Steve's ssage, Isabel fell deep into thought.
That was true, but to make her cut off such a huge chunk of flesh still made her sowhat reluctant.
But at a ti like this, she had to cut it off no matter how reluctant she was, because the other party was right.
Isabel: "Fine, you win."
Having made her final decision, Isabel let out a long breath of relief after typing this ssage.
Then, she sent her wealth to the other party.
Because she had a lot of assets, she sent them in batches.
As for trying to be sneaky and hiding a portion, she had never considered it.
Because it would be far too easy for the other party to find out her total assets; she simply couldn't hide it.
When everything was sent, she replied to the other party with a ssage.
And the other party quickly replied with a ssage of their own.
However, unlike the previous text, this ti it was a red packet sent directly.
After Isabel clicked to open it, a vial of reagent appeared on her desktop icon, and was finally automatically sorted into the shop warehouse.
Isabel: "What is the aning of this?"
Confused, Isabel sent a ssage to Steve, but after a good while, the other party still hadn't replied.
Isabel: "Did you go do sothing?"
Isabel: "Steve, what do you an by this?"
Isabel: "Where are you?"
Isabel sent a ssage every so often, but Steve seed to have vanished from the face of the earth, not replying at all.
If it wasn't for his profile picture still being there and her still being able to send ssages, she would have thought he was dead.
No...
It wasn't that the other party was dead, but that she had been abandoned.
After giving her a test tube, the organization the other party represented had abandoned her.
"Bastards!"
Thinking about how she, a dignified princess of a country, had been reduced to such a state, Isabel couldn't help but lose her temper.
As if venting her frustrations, she violently swept everything on her desk onto the floor, acting out the role of a desktop clearing master.
Then, she smashed the decorative bottles and jars nearby all over the floor.
After a good while, Isabel finally stopped venting, leaning heavily on the desk and panting heavily.
Her previously ticulously styled long hair was now rubbed into a ss, worse than a bird's nest.
But right now, she couldn't care less about that.
She had originally thought that the other party were the kind of people who would sell their faith and gods for money, but at least they should have so basic integrity.
As a result, that guy actually ran off just like that after taking all her wealth!
These damn demon squid-n were waiting for her to die!
Once she was dead, the other party wouldn't even have to acknowledge this bad debt. What a good trick.
Tsk, Steve was like this, and the Tower Witch was like this too. Why was every single one of them so damn worrying?
Why didn't these damn things die sooner?
No!
She absolutely couldn't let the other party achieve their desired goal so easily.
Especially those supplies and money.
I'll let these damn demon squid-n know that my money isn't so easy to take.
Thinking of this, Isabel began to type sothing on her magic desk.
After finishing, she imdiately sent it out to everyone.
Whether it was the groups she had joined or her friends, she didn't leave a single one out.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as her 'final madness'.
After all, in her eyes, if she rushed out to fight the witches, she would definitely die without a doubt.
But to say she would just keep hiding in her shelter was pure nonsense.
Unlike others, she was a true councilor who had been there even before the Supre Council issued its initial statent.
The greatest benefit brought by this kind of 'seniority' was that she had much more intelligence in her hands than others.
The fact that the Tower Witch had the ability to break through other people's shelter protective barriers had been known since the witches were dispatched to study.
In other words, even if she hid in her shelter, it would be useless.
In the end, it was still a dead end.
The only difference was whether she would be killed instantly or killed after being tortured for a while.
Although she didn't want to die, at such a critical mont, nobody knew if she could survive.
So she needed to arrange so things first.
Only after finishing all this did she finally rember the potion the other party had sent her.
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