"Wait, you have a contact channel with a Black Witch!?"
When soone started showing off on the world channel that their friend was a Black Witch, a quick-reacting guy imdiately realized this was an opportunity.
As for whatever the other party said, it was completely ignored.
Although a person knowing a dozen or twenty magics was indeed sothing hard to ignore.
But that was sothing ordinary transmigrators should discuss.
For these ambitious people, compared to magic, they wanted to know the Black Witch's contact information more.
Because this pertained to whether they could successfully establish their own city-states and countries.
True, rchants like those could also sell them intelligence on Black Witches, but so what?
Buying intelligence on a Black Witch from a rchant?
What do you want to do?
Do you want to know the Black Witch's daily routine and movent patterns and then go kill her?
Are you tired of living, or does the rchant think the human world is not worth it?
So, under the prestigious na of the Black Witches, no one would do this.
Because once soone did this, it would be directly handing a knife to the Black Witches, and from then on they would have to live in the fear of 'possibly being chased and killed by witches'.
So, instead of playing such petty tricks, it was better to find soone familiar with a witch.
This way was not only safe, but one could also convey their words exactly as they were to a Black Witch.
As a result, the private channel of this speaking guy was instantly cramd full.
It was basically all people adding him as a friend, preparing to obtain the Black Witch's contact information.
Of course, these people wouldn't co empty-handed either.
The required agency fees wouldn't be short by a single bit.
After all, compared to those rchants and second-hand dealers who took money but didn't do work, this person who even knew how many skills a witch had was much safer.
However...
"How is it?"
"They took the bait!"
At this mont, in the Flying City several hundred ters high in the sky, a certain woman sat in front of the magic desk in her Shelter, typing rapidly.
And beside her was exactly Beatrice, the one who sold out her teammate.
At this mont, she was questioning this woman wearing an ordinary robe.
This woman's appearance was very ordinary, the kind of existence that might never be found again if thrown into a crowd.
But this woman had another identity that was hard to ignore, and that was a witch.
And a currently highly prestigious Black Witch at that.
That's right.
This person was a shill.
A witch who took off her witch's robe and casually put on an ordinary outfit.
What 'knowing a witch', what 'a dozen or twenty magics', all of it was just a performance of 'I have a friend'.
The purpose was to attract these people over.
Not long after the Supre Council published the disbandnt declaration previously, Beatrice noticed people talking about matters concerning towns and cities.
The keen Beatrice instantly perceived the business opportunity within it.
Actually, after receiving this disbandnt news, she had also been pondering this question.
Without the help of the witches, even if these people established cities, they definitely wouldn't be able to withstand the devastation of the natural world of the Karim Continent.
This was the charming mont for their witches to show their skills.
As long as there were still people who needed that kind of Magic Shield, then the magic arrays in their hands would definitely be needed by soone.
See, she had barely opened her mouth, and a bunch of people ca looking.
Compared to other things, what they needed more right now was materials.
All kinds of various materials.
This was no longer simply just herbs for potions.
Because the rest of the people were also purchasing.
Under these circumstances, compared to funds or whatever, things like materials were definitely the priority.
Thus, the witch responsible for chatting, while collecting the benefit fees, also gave them Beatrice's ID number.
When they added this witch and saw her avatar, they instantly knew they hadn't been deceived.
Because the first continental-level auction she hosted back then made the Golden Witch Beatrice an extrely famous witch instantly.
'Exchange materials for the magic array, with an eighty percent premium as the remuneration for the witches making the magic array, and the paynt for the remuneration should not be Gold Coins but various alchemy materials'.
After adding these guys, Beatrice then stated her conditions here.
And Beatrice's words also made this group of people collectively let out a breath of relief.
With Beatrice's statent, it ant there was room to negotiate this business.
At least it wasn't the phenonon of having the door slamd in their faces.
However, things were often easier than they imagined.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Beatrice's side sent them another list and a price chart.
Everyone picked it up to look, good heavens, these materials truly were whatever was valuable, that's what was used.
And that price chart.
From villages and towns to cities on it, the price for almost every level was abnormally clear and distinct.
Although it was still valuable and rare materials.
But in the eyes of these ambitious people, this f*cking was called 'professional'.
Although it was undeniable that the Black Witches were doing a monopoly business, they had clearly marked their prices; do it if you want, don't if you don't, no one would force you.
Moreover, imagine this, even if there was soone else who could make this kind of Magic Shield, would you dare to use it?
Expensive!
That was because there were reasons for being expensive.
The Black Witch's prices were expensive, but her magic arrays were things that had withstood the test of ti.
At least up until now, apart from those forcibly dismantled by the witches, the other Adventurer Cities still hadn't had any usage problems up to now.
Whether it was mana turbulence, Mana Tides, or natural disasters, none had destroyed the protective shields they made.
Just this point alone was worth these prices.
So after these ambitious people each looked at the list, without blinking an eyelid, they respectively chose the city scale they needed.
As for whether selling Magic Shields would give people the opportunity to catch witches going out, there was fundantally no need to worry about this point...
Since Beatrice wanted to do this business, then she definitely had comprehensive preparations.
The witches doing research all day long wasn't to pass the ti.
Well, although this part of the reason was indeed included, it was more because of love.
This was brought about from the genes of the Witch Race derived from evolution.
Even those guys who weren't very good at this aspect wouldn't say they didn't like it.
At most, it was just like handing in a blank paper during an exam.
So regarding things like Magic Shields, it had long been researched clearly and thoroughly by an entire group of tens of thousands of people.
What Beatrice had to do now was to sell these things that could already be comrcialized in the posture of a product at an 'appropriate ti', thereby allowing the researchers to obtain more benefits and materials to carry out the next research.
Of course.
Because the Witch Race lacked nothing but had money, even if these comrcializable things were suppressed a bit, it was nothing.
Anyway, they wouldn't starve people to death, and the warehouse would never run out of materials or whatever.
So the witches usually only needed to bury their heads in research, or enjoy life.
After all, everyone was an Ageless existence.
As for what this comrcialized Magic Shield exactly was, that truly was a long story to tell...
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