Double Ring Hills, a Great Battle on the Verge of Breaking Out

The Witch of the Tower: "Is that so? Then thank you very much, Professor. I don't need much; helping me get about a thousand bottles should be enough."

She stated a number that shocked Samael, based on her calculations of roughly how many cells were in a single bottle of wine and the total quantity she required.

A thousand bottles...

The Hermit: "How long am I supposed to be buying these?"

The Witch of the Tower: "They only care about money anyway, so just pay a bit extra and have them restock for you."

The Hermit: "When you put it that way, it actually makes sense..."

Indeed.

From what he had seen, the other party was indeed only interested in money, but was such a blunt and crude method really okay?

Professor Samael wasn't quite sure.

But regardless of his uncertainty, Lan Qingyou had already begun to take action.

Fifteen thousand Gold Coins—snap—she transferred them to Samael without even blinking.

It left Samael at a loss for words.

Although this "sales trip" had allowed him to earn quite a bit, it really paled in comparison to the Witch of the Tower.

Fifteen thousand Gold Coins was practically child's play for the Black Witches.

While an ordinary witch might not be able to produce that much money at once, he was certain that any witch could easily come up with fifteen hundred Gold Coins.

She said ten times the amount, and she really did transfer ten times the money.

Is this what strength looks like? I love it.

The Hermit: "@The Witch of the Tower, you gave too much."

The Witch of the Tower: "@The Hermit, no, the extra money is for your hard work."

Look at that, that is what you call class.

Seeing that he had suddenly gained an