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Sidwell: "....."

Aba Aba...

Miss Moon Rabbit looked at the elegantly beautiful woman smiling not far away and suddenly lost her ability to speak, slightly unable to step down from the situation.

At this moment, she suddenly realized something – that maybe, her past extremely bad luck wasn't necessarily arranged by her Queen Mother; otherwise, why would she still be so unlucky right now?

And of course, she didn't need to check the Magic Network to confirm the identity of the witch in front of her, for she had just looked it up not long ago – the Witch's Commerce Association that was supposed to deliver goods to her tomorrow was owned by her.

The reason Sidwell chose to place an order with this commerce association was precisely because she discovered that the owner was the Golden Princess from that wealthy witch family.

Well, buying things, especially military weapons, definitely required quality assurance, not some three-no-products, so she specifically selected the well-known Golden Country brand commerce association.

Of course, throughout the entire transaction process, she hadn't been able to meet the president of the association, the Golden Princess. But thinking about it, although the order was all the savings her tribe could scrape together, for the Golden Town Commerce Association, it was likely just a small order not worth mentioning to disturb the president.

But before, Sidwell never imagined that her first encounter with the Golden Princess, a symbol of wealth, would be in such a situation.

What kind of joke was this? Did the Goddess of Wealth even need to come to the vegetable market to shop? So what was up with Miss Mia, with her massive estate, what could she lack in terms of servants that she personally ran to this talent market?

For a moment, Sidwell was flooded with many emotions, deeply feeling the malice fate had in store for her.

So the question was, how could she get out of this situation? Was she really going to pack up and sell herself along with her entire tribe?

Fairly speaking, this option seemed quite good, even a great opportunity. Who knows how many races wanted to cling to the witches' thighs but couldn't manage to, not to mention she was holding onto not just any witch's thigh, but the Goddess of Wealth's thigh. This opportunity, anxiously coveted not just by otherworldly races, but by witches too.

After all, this was definitely more "promising" than the original plan of seeking refuge with other Moon Rabbit tribes. With the favor of the Goddess of Wealth, her tribe would not only be free from the pressure of survival but could even easily expand in scale and might one day grow from a nameless small group to one of the top leading clans.

But...

Sidwell was not satisfied. She truly hated being arranged by others; she would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. She preferred freedom over future prospects.

Yet facing the seemingly kind and gently smiling Golden Princess, Miss Moon Rabbit could not think of a proper way to decline.

Continue to raise the stakes? Emmm, Sidwell had no doubt that this witch's wealth was probably beyond her imagination; the most stringent condition she could think of was likely a small matter to the other party.

Just reneging and defaulting? Not to mention she couldn't overcome that hurdle of her pride, even if she could, she really couldn't afford to offend this Goddess of Wealth. After all, her goods hadn't been delivered yet; if she angered her to where she didn't deliver, then her tribe would truly be doomed.

Although such a big merchant should honor her commitments, Sidwell couldn't take the risk.

So, the auction had to go on; she couldn't really let herself be bought by this Golden Princess.

However, all the numerous buyers had gone, no one had the guts and financial power to compete with the Goddess of Wealth, and now she had no other choices.

Uh... wait, there seemed to be one more person who hadn't left.

Sidwell's gaze was drawn to the seat next to the Golden Princess, where one figure had not deactivated their Barrier, still obscuring their face.

Although it was obvious, given the proximity of the seats, that this witch probably knew the Golden Princess, Miss Moon Rabbit couldn't care less at this point. She had to find a legitimate reason to refuse; she wanted to save her freedom.

So...

"Golden Princess, please take your seat first."

"The auction for myself is not over yet. This guest, since you have not left the venue, do you have anything to say?"

Miss Moon Rabbit asked the witch whose identity was still unknown.

.....

Dorothy: "..."

The homebody witch who had been prepared to enjoy the show as a melon-eating witch never expected to end up at the center of attention herself.

And watching the Moonlit Lionheart Rabbit, who was looking at her with eager anticipation, Dorothy caught the straightforward and unmistakably complicated gaze that screamed trouble, and Inspiration struck her, suddenly understanding what the other was thinking, which made her laugh.

Hilarious, she thought how could an otherworldly race seeking opportunities be so arrogant? It turned out this was someone who wanted to show off by stepping on the witches, but instead of successfully showing off, they had kicked against the iron plate that was Senior Mia. Now they couldn't get off the stage, could they?

Dorothy was feeling schadenfreude inside.

"I don't have money and can't afford to support your whole family, so I don't think it's my place to speak up,"

the homebody witch said, holding back laughter, with a straight face.

Sidwell: "....."

On hearing the only lifeline she had, Miss Moon Rabbit wished she could travel back in time a few minutes to tear her own mouth apart.

That'll teach you to pretend and talk nonsense, now you're getting your just deserts.

But there was nothing she could do, she just had to save face, putting on a brave face as she continued.

"I was just joking earlier. Our entire tribe has hands and feet, how could we need someone else to support us?"

Saying this, Miss Moon Rabbit's delicate and pretty face, which resembled the legendary Moon God, almost instantly turned from a cold moon into a red moon.

Blushing hotly.

Sidwell had never felt such shame in her life. What kind of public shaming was this? Could this be the retribution for her hubris?

But for the sake of her freedom, she took the plunge.

"Actually, compared to material needs, I am more in pursuit of a soul connection, so, dear guests, if I were to follow you, how would you treat me? How would you make use of me?"

Miss Moon Rabbit raised another new question.

Well, trying to challenge the Golden Princess with material conditions was definitely not going to work. To refuse without getting the pot stick, she had to use her trump card.

Only...

"Are you mocking me?"

All of a sudden, Senior Mia's face darkened as she asked furiously.

Sidwell: "..."

Miss Moon Rabbit's face soured, truly at a loss for words. She wanted to explain, but before she could open her mouth, she saw the Golden Princess suddenly pull out a piece of contract.

"Little rabbit, talk is cheap when it comes to soul beliefs. If you want to prove your innocence, then sign this True Word Contract. Don't worry, it's nothing strange. It just makes the signatory unable to lie for a period of time, so I can believe you truly want a soul connection and are not simply looking for an excuse to reject me,"

Senior Mia said as she revealed her last resort.

"Of course, for fairness, we'll both sign the contract too. How does that sound? There's no room for lies in a battle of convictions."

Sidwell: "...."

Busted in her intentions, Miss Moon Rabbit felt numb, but did she have the right to refuse? Clearly, she did not.
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So, she could only nod, seemingly determined.

"Fine, I have no problem,"

Sidwell stubbornly voiced her defiance, not believing for a moment that both of these witches could have beliefs that exactly matched her own. She thought if it was really that coincidental, then what if she sold herself too?

Hmph, how could you witches understand my pain and pursuits? My conviction is beyond you.

Miss Moon Rabbit thought firmly to herself, and then she bit her finger harshly and signed her name on the Contract Book.

Senior Mia was no less decisive; a drop of blood fell from her fingertip, and a mark bearing a huge Golden Dragon's head with twisted horns appeared on the contract.

And so, the pressure fell onto Dorothy's side.

Hey, hey, hey, did I ever agree to join this?

.....The Melon-eating Witch feeling tired inside...