At this moment, Dorothy felt a mountain of pressure.

Lucky for her, she had already cultivated a Bodhisattva Heart, so her momentary panic was just ripples on the surface of the Heart Lake, which soon calmed down.

"Oh no, there was a loophole in what I said yesterday."

Her thoughts quickly shifted, and she soon realized where the issue lay.

Yesterday, she meant for the lucky winners to return home, think about the spell they wanted, and then come today with the red orb they received to claim their spell.

However, she emphasized the binding relationship between the person and the orb.

Which means, if someone wanted to be technical about it, they could interpret it as Ren Qiu not recognizing people.

But heaven and earth know, the Homebody Witch truly hadn’t thought things through before.

After all, in her view, among those ten lucky winners yesterday, there were no weaklings; even the weakest was an old-timer with a title, lining up for the Peak assessment.

Moreover, besides individual strength, they were almost all high-level members of top battle groups, their backing similarly formidable.

The weak worry about being guilty for harboring treasures, but the strong have no such concerns.

Anyway, Dorothy didn’t think anyone would want to attack those lucky big shots for just one orb. That wouldn’t be worthwhile, right? Even if the Witch of the Forest’s name was famous, it couldn’t be so enticing...could it?

Yeah, no way, truly no way.

The Witch of the Forest’s popularity mostly comes from ordinary witches, as she takes a more approachable route; it’s normal for her to be popular because there are so many ordinary people.

Those who could become Peak-level figures, aren’t they already world-renowned experts themselves? Why would they need to idolize other peers? Big shots should have their own pride and treat each other equally.

But now...

I don’t understand, Dorothy really doesn’t understand.

Why did you actually start fighting? What are you fighting over? I didn’t even know I had such charm, right?

The Homebody Witch was truly baffled.

Well, she could only simply understand it as that’s just how Dragon Witches are, perhaps they weren’t trying to snatch quotas, they simply just wanted a reason to fight, yeah, dragons being belligerent is quite normal.

That’s how she convinced herself.

Then, with her equally bewildered sisters beside her, bearing the terrible magic pressure that could make even Great Witches’ legs go weak, she stepped forward, arriving at yesterday’s stall.

Honestly, there was no stall anymore. With such a commotion at the entrance of the No.1 Colosseum today, who dared to set up shop here? Even Miss Jinggu’s magic potion stand wasn’t open today.

Today, there was likely only Stars Industry standing alone.

But it didn’t matter, it wasn’t a major issue. Regardless of why the big shots were fighting so fiercely, as long as she did her job well, it didn’t matter who she customized the spells for, a customization is a customization, right?

Besides, the one who should be troubled is Lady Witch of the Forest, what’s it to me, the lady of the house? I’m just a salesgirl without feelings.

With that, Dorothy calmly set up the table and chairs, then alongside her sisters, sat down, before raising her head to look at the Peak group all moving towards her.

Hmm, never expected that Peak Witches, those rare big shots, could one day be described as a group. It felt quite extraordinary. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

And from afar, at the edge of the square, there was still a large crowd of onlookers gathered. Though they feared the magic pressure of the big shots, too scared to boldly watch up close, they had enough courage to watch from a distance, and quite bravely.

Dorothy even saw a few Black Wing figures among them.

Tsk, as expected, wherever there’s a hot topic, there are Big-mouthed Crows. Without even thinking, I know I’ll be on Witch Daily’s headline again tomorrow.

I hope these guys will be a bit kinder with their words, or I’ll ask Senior Wenwen to give them a hard time.

The Homebody Witch thought sarcastically.

Then she took a deep breath and entered work mode.

"Though I think there may have been a little misunderstanding between us, forget it, it really was my oversight."

Dorothy seriously looked at those ten ultimate victors who came to the stall.

Hmm, compared to the candidates from yesterday, six have changed, while four managed to keep their qualifications, among them, Miss Tyranny Inanna and Miss Celine from the Red-Eyed Corps were still there.

This was understandable, after all, whether in terms of strength or influence, these two were top-tier; unless a Sage intervened, snatching something from them was quite hard.

Among those who seized the qualification, three were quite familiar.

Ostana, the Thunder Dragon Witch from the Roaring God Battle Group, Miss Faye the Black-Robed Witch from the Death’s Wing Corps, and...

Melantha, the Silver Princess from the Golden Country.

The Homebody Witch looked surprisingly at the latter.

No way, aren’t you Senior Mia’s rival? Coming here to send us money?

But never mind, Dorothy wasn’t someone who would go back on her word; since they actually came with an orb, she would naturally treat them equally.

This way, Sophia’s lottery yesterday was a waste, losing six lucky winners in one go.

While Dorothy was observing them, the others were also observing her, especially the six who had obtained the qualification through various means; upon hearing this wasn’t considered a violation, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

"Then, tell me what kind of spell you want."

The Homebody Witch said.

As she said this, she quietly took out a small doll and placed it on the table.