Chapter 201 Witch Tricia

When he went downstairs early in the morning, he ran into the mayor waiting before he even left the house. Mu Hua looked at Pete with a critical attitude.

"Would you like a steak? Minotaur meat tastes pretty good." Tietou brought Mu Hua a custom breakfast, and Mu Hua asked Pete again.

"No, I don't have a good appetite this morning." Pete shook his head, motioning Mu Hua to help himself, but he leaned back and made room for the woman sitting on the other side of him.

"Mu, this is Tricia. I need to discuss something with you about her." When Pete said this, the other party also put down his hood, revealing a head of dark green long hair.

She was in her twenties, with a delicate face and healthy skin. The rare hair color did not affect her beauty. The young woman seemed to be trying to maintain a serious expression.

"Bitch?" Mu Hua asked in astonishment.

"Maggot, are you looking for trouble? Or are you respecting tradition?" Tricia's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Uh, I thought you liked it." Mu Hua spread his hands.

"Perhaps only twisted necromancers like it. Hello, my name is Tricia." Tricia shook her head helplessly and stretched out her white palm to Mu Hua.

"Well, okay, I don't know much about witches, and maybe there are some traditions that don't need to be followed. Mu Hua, you can call me Mu." Mu Hua gently shook Tricia's hand and introduced himself.

A very beautiful witch, compared to her exquisite appearance, Mu Hua seemed to be more interested in her hair color.

"Well, many witches also have this habit, most of them have no malice, and you can also curse back when you meet them." Confirming that Mu Hua was not provocative, Tricia smiled lightly.

"Forget it, it turns out that we should respect traditions. I am more used to being cursed back." Mu Hua shook his head.

"Preemptive strike? So petty?" Tricia teased.

"No, this is respect. You can understand it as equality between men and women." Mu Hua corrected, looking at Pete, as if asking Pete why he brought a witch to him.

"Mu, Tricia wants to open a soul hut in the town. I think our town also needs a soul hut."

"But, you also know that most of the townspeople in the town are ordinary people, and everyone is more or less taboo about ghosts."

"Your guests here are basically adventurers. Maybe they also need a soul hut to hone their mental strength."

"I want her to build a hut near your hotel. You see..." Pete explained concisely.

"Soul hut? Are you a wandering witch?" Mu Hua frowned.

Soul huts are also called witch huts. They are the signature industries of wandering witches. In addition to divination and selling magic potions, their main service scope is to let ghosts SM customers' souls. . .

Well, let the ghosts tear the customers' souls in a relatively safe range to achieve the effect of polishing the souls.

In simple terms, it helps people improve their spiritual attributes, and the ghosts controlled by witches can make this process safer.

Although it must be uncomfortable, ghosts, evil spirits, evil spirits, dead souls, etc., witches who open soul huts usually make a set of ghost companions.

According to the different soul strengths of customers, they will make reasonable combinations, so that every time customers visit, they will feel like being gangbanged by a group of 800-jin fat men, but not fatal. . .

"Why, the boss discriminates against wandering witches?" Mu Hua frowned, which aroused Tricia's displeasure.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, and don't expect me to comfort your fragile hearts. It's not a problem to allocate a piece of land for you to build a witch hut, but if you do business here, you must abide by my rules." Mu Hua said in the same unhappy tone.

Women are troublesome, and women who fight are more troublesome. What is more troublesome than that style is the succubus who defends rights and the wandering witches who oppose discrimination.

The former is annoying to women, and the latter is annoying to both men and women. Their little hearts may not be fragile, but they are very capable of causing trouble, and they will always talk to you endlessly with some words.

The most bizarre thing is that there always seems to be some guys who empathize with them.

Everything else is fine, but Mu Hua can't stand this the most. If he is annoyed by this situation, he will even think about killing people.

Well, originally weak, can think, not necessarily capable.

Now, for the sake of the life and safety of this witch, Mu Hua must stop this tendency in time.

"Rules? You tell me." Seemingly very good at observing words and expressions, Tricia curled her lips, did not entangle with Mu Hua on the issue of attitude, and asked directly.

"Hehe, I didn't think that a witch would come to my door to build a hut, how could I just open my mouth and come." Tricia's tough attitude made Mu Hua quite satisfied. If the other party was weird, Mu Hua would definitely let her get out.

The number of witches is still small, and wandering witches are not so rampant, which also causes some people who want to polish their souls to have to travel far to find a witch hut.

Perhaps it is the development brought by the courtyard. Pete did not avoid a wandering witch who wanted to open a witch hut in the town, and it would not be bad for the hotel to have a soul hut nearby.

After a little thought, Mu Hua did not come up with a rough idea. Compared with setting some rules and regulations for Tricia, Mu Hua prefers to avoid trouble.

"You run your witch hut, but don't involve the hotel in everything. I can also make potions. You should make a unified price with Deman." Pointing to the potions on a wine cabinet, Mu Hua said to Tricia.

"Is that so? It makes sense. Then the land issue, should we rent or sell it?" Tricia looked at Mu Hua with surprise.

Loren Star is the world of settlers. Most of the consumption here is cheaper than in the courtyard, only the land is more expensive.

As the rear base of mankind, although the land of the Magic Empire is privately owned, it is expensive. In many cases, you may not be able to buy it even if you have money.

Like Gravizi, the devil muscle people who came to the town to buy houses, they originally had their own land and houses in Loren.

Sold the land there and exchanged it for this one. The land of Loren Star belongs to the settlers. In this regard, the settlers have an absolute sense of superiority over the adventurers from the courtyard. They always remind Mu Hua of those self-reliant demolition generations.

If Tricia wants to build a witch hut, she will definitely need a piece of land. Mu Hua is not familiar with this aspect, so he motioned to Deman to explain.

"It's not appropriate to buy land, Miss Witch. I guess you are not sure you will settle here forever, right?"

"Renting is more appropriate than buying." Deman understood, and when he talked to Tricia, his face was almost smiling.

Well, there is no need to think about it. Mu Hua is sure that this guy is not happy about making money.

Deman, this fat man, has good teeth and is not picky about food. Tricia is so beautiful that she is bubbling. This guy has a tendency to stick out his tongue.

"As for rent, we are not short of that little money, and we will definitely not do that..." Deman's slightly flattering tone made Mu Hua want to beat him up, but he was interrupted by Tricia before he finished speaking.

"Wait a minute." As a wandering witch, Tricia was not as unruly as Mu Hua imagined. Even if she interrupted Deman, Tricia gave Deman an apologetic smile.

Well, the fat man is even more useless. The corner of his mouth that is raised is just like an old father looking at his little cotton-padded jacket.

It is undeniable that witches are generally beautiful, mysterious and exquisite. If they don't deliberately reject people, they are quite friendly and charming. It is definitely not a good idea to let ordinary people communicate business affairs with a witch.

"Mu, you are a necromancer, right? Do you have undead followers?"

"I have mastered a magic imprint called "Corpse Mark", which is a semi-permanent magic imprint."

"Engrave it on the body of the undead, which can prevent the undead from emitting the breath of death to the outside world, and at the same time it can enhance the growth of the undead to a certain extent."

"The hut I want to build is not big. I can help your undead followers to engrave it. How about it to offset the rent?" Tricia asked Mu Hua.

"Corpse Mark? Isn't that a high-level compound magic?" Mu Hua hesitated. Is this Tricia so powerful?

He now has a better understanding of necromancy. This magic is not easy to learn, and most high-level necromancers cannot master it.

"Well, there is indeed such magic, but my corpse mark is an inherent magic." Tricia said in a calm tone, but her eyes could not hide her pride.

"Oh..." Mu Hua suddenly realized, and his attitude was even calmer than Tricia's. Inherent magic depends on the characteristics of magic power, but there are some inherent magics that are not too demanding and can be compatible with some similar magic characteristics.

Mu Hua's reaction surprised Tricia. Oh, there is nothing? Inherent magic, this is inherent magic, aren't you curious? At least give me a surprise.

Mu Hua's attitude made Tricia very unhappy, even more unhappy than Mu Hua calling her a bitch.

"You want to get something for nothing." Instead of waiting for Mu Hua's surprise, Tricia only got a playful reply.

"No, that's not the case. The death energy spread by the undead is very troublesome, which seriously restricts the necromancer from summoning them at any time."

"And, most importantly, this mark can also enhance the growth of the undead." Tricia acted like a shrewd businessman.

"Don't talk about growth. The growth of the undead mainly depends on meditation and magic. Even if the death energy helps their growth, just find a place with a strong breath of death. Why bother to make a mark?"

"And even if it's troublesome, it's because high-level undead will have a negative impact on ordinary people, but spreading death energy is originally a deterrent for high-level undead."

"Hehe, high-level undead, even if you take a step back, if you want to cultivate it, it must be a follower, are you sure I have it?" Mu Hua smiled, belittling it, but in his heart he felt that this corpse mark was good.

"Of course, low-level undead don't need to be imprinted, but the Black Armor Skeleton General will have a significant impact on the outside world. There are many adventurers without psychic physiques, and it's not just ordinary people who are afraid of death."

"It's just the Black Armor Skeleton General. There is no one now, but it doesn't mean there won't be one in the future." Tricia looked like she was "I'm optimistic about you" and seemed to be drawing a pie in the sky when she said to Mu Hua.

"Oh, in the future? Can you help me imprint my followers? Undead above the level of the Black Armor Skeleton General?" Mu Hua waved his hand generously, like a silly young man, shaking his head and laughing.

"Of course, but forget about the imprisoned undead. It's not a good thing to mark them." Tricia smiled and narrowed her eyes, but added cautiously.

"Okay, you can say it. All right. Having a witch's hut is also good for the hotel's business." He smiled and shook his head in self-mockery, as if he knew that Tricia was setting a trap for him, but he didn't care.

"Hehe, Mu, don't worry, you can also take time to come to my hut after the opening."

"As long as you are not busy, I will give you free soul polishing."

"Believe me, you have definitely made a worthwhile decision. The tempering of the soul is too important for the necromancer. It is safer and more efficient to have a witch take care of you than tossing yourself."

Tricia no longer maintained a serious expression, her eyes flashed brightly, like a fox that stole grapes.

At this time, Mu Hua was more concerned about the magical life. As for the corpse imprint?

Haha, after this busy period, Mu Hua wanted to see how many followers this pretty witch could imprint for him.