In addition to the time-consuming places like teahouses and theaters, there are also some entertainment venues on this street that are not available in the City of Gaso.

Among these entertainment venues, there are at least dozens and hundreds, all of which have been strictly trained, carefully dressed up and have excellent appearance. Here you can invite the witch you like to eat, chat and watch the show, and do whatever you want. However, there are two restrictions. First, you pay for all the fees, and second, you cannot force the witch to do anything.

Regarding the first article, all men are very conscious and will definitely abide by the witch whenever they invite a witch. As for the second article, it is strongly guaranteed by the name of Bazaar, the "butcher".

Although you can't force the witches to do anything, if you are charming enough, then the invited lady may gradually develop a favorable impression on you.

But it is best not to use your own sweet words to deceive the witches into trust, or use some despicable means to deal with these witches. Before coming here to work, these witches have received special training and are more than enough to deal with these things. Perhaps the witches will find natural excuses to leave, and you can't see anything, but soon, the lord's personal guard will come to the house to investigate...

To put it bluntly, Witch Street is a place that is very suitable for love. If you really want to find a witch's wife, then you often come here to date a witch seriously. As long as you are sincere enough, you will always impress a beautiful lady and eventually get the beauty home.

If you just feel a little lonely and want to find a beautiful girl to chat and talk, you can also come here. Of course, don’t have bad intentions, it will be hurt.

From observing words and expressions to dealing with more serious emergencies, these witches have done a great job. By now, many witches have come out of Witch Street. Now they have formed families with other demons in the city and live happily. Among them, there are also many witches who did not intend to leave but just wanted to live quietly in Witch Street.

What does that sentence say? When love comes, you can't escape even if you want to.

On Witch Street, most of the places where these witches who are waiting to be invited live are called Witch Gardens. Some of them have different names, but they are almost the same. Among these "gardens", there are already very popular witches, and the invitations and gifts they receive every day are piled up like mountains.

Robben was always a little confused about this. No matter how he thought about it, the Witch Garden was somewhat similar to the Jiyuan, but it was different. Are you a high-end girl... It's not true, no matter how he thought about it, he felt messy.

Robben was amazed at these shrewd, careful witches who could deal with all kinds of bad thoughts in men. How did they do this, but Robben soon understood later because they had a very amazing teacher.

"Sir, you're back"

Before Robben could reach the gate of the lord's mansion, a group of witches ran over from the corner of the street. Bazaar had already received the news and brought people to greet him.

Looking at the familiar faces around him, Robben smiled. These witches were now considered their confidants.

"Ah... I'm back, you're well informed."

Bazaar smiled and said, "There is no reason I don't know. Now the city is saying that you will go to Witch Street to check the situation as soon as you come back, and you will be very generous in letting go of the stupid boy who challenged you."

Sure enough, the news about Witch Street was the fastest...

Robben looked at the witches around him and asked, "Where is Bartoli? Why didn't you see her?"

"Oh, she's busy. Recently, a group of witches are going to have a final assessment. She can't sleep for long every day, and we send the food to her."

"Another group is about to graduate..."

"Yeah..." Bazaar nodded vigorously, and then said with a longing: "If I were a little more beautiful, would I be able to receive training and then stay in the garden on Witch Street for a while?"

"Baza... sir, what are you talking about?" The witch next to him quickly pulled Bazaza's sleeve.

"What's the matter? I won't really go." Bazaar muttered.

"I'm afraid that even if you go, you will only scare people away. Now our Bazaar captain is famous..." Another witch said with a shaking head.

Bazaar looked helpless: "It's not those guys who like to spread rumors and make trouble. To be honest, as a warrior, that would not take away many lives, but I'm now a cold-blooded murderer."

Robben laughed: "I am really incompetent, I am thrown into you all the time. Thank you for your hard work."

Bazaar smiled and said, "What are you saying, "We are very happy that we can do things for you. If we can't help, we will have the will to die."

Nalan saw that the sisters around him had no intention of stopping their conversation at all, so he had to say, "You... I'm just back and I'm blocked on the street and talked. Now I'm still hungry, so why don't I go back to have dinner together."

"When did you see Sister Nalan, you are so beautiful..." Bazaar immediately came over to please, "And...every time I see Sister Nalan, I am hungry."

"Ask for a fight" Nalan raised his pink fist in anger.

A large group of witches returned to the Lord's Mansion with a joke. The news of Robben's return came from Witch Street, and it seemed that he would run faster than it would be from anywhere. Everyone in the city soon knew that the heads of most officials would be cut off when they arrived. Lord Robben, who had been away for a long time, came back...

Although Robben spent most of his time running around, it was ten years after all, and the witches had a clear understanding of Robben's temperament. At the huge dining table, the witches were noisy and happily told Robben about what had happened in Moro City in the past six months.

Some witch caused a sensation in half of Moro City when she held her wedding. The "cold-faced butcher" Bazaar followed Qianli alone, and finally caught a demon who committed the crime in Moro City and chopped his head back.

Some are serious things, but some are just some...most of them are trivial and trivial things, and there are no trivial things. Luo Benzhen doubts how these witches know these things. Is gossip a woman's nature?

When the meal was halfway through, Bartoli came late and apologized as soon as she met, but she was quickly pulled up by Bazaar and stuffed it into a chair to eat.

Bartoli lived well in Moro City, but the witches of Bazaar did not reject her. Later, Bartoli returned to her old career and became innovative. She began to train all-round witches. These witches would act spoiled and get angry, both gentle and fierce, sometimes virtuous and sometimes rough. They could not pretend to be pure, occasionally pretend to be mysterious, and they would deal with all kinds of men without letting themselves suffer losses. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are young men killers.

Since the establishment of the first Witch Garden, Witch Street has been rising rapidly, and now it is no less than other gold-selling caves in the city.

When Robben first saw Bartoli's tutorial on training witches, he was stunned, and at the same time he felt sad for those men who were bad-hearted but were fascinated by the witches. Bartoli seemed to know the psychology of all men...

Bartoli looked very tired and had a little depressed between her eyebrows. Robben couldn't help asking: "Battoli, why do you look very worried? Is there anything difficult to do recently?"

Bartoli nodded: "It's not easy to train a witch, but I've been used to it before. But recently, more and more people have come to Witch Street, and the witch's loss is faster than before... Alas, I have clearly told them to stay in Witch Street for at least a few years, but these little girls can't help but talk sweetly and are cheated by others in the end."

Bazaar approached Luo himself and whispered: "Most of those witches have been married by the demons in this city. We all check their situation regularly, which is very good. Bartoli recently wanted to forcefully limit the witches' working hours in the witch's garden."

Robben smiled and understood Bartoli's distress. He said, "Battoli, I understand your thoughts, but let's forget it. You are all witches and should know the difficulties of witches. If you have trained to have a good ending in the end, then you will not make any effort. What we want is not money and income, but I just hope these witches can live a safe and happy life. You have done this perfectly."

Bartoli was stunned by Robben's words, and then smiled slightly: "What the sir is saying is, I... I was a little wrong."

Robben threw a piece of fragrant meat into his mouth and said, "Actually, I was wrong at first. I didn't think there was anything good about this Witch Street, but I suddenly realized that maybe this is not bad, haha... it should be said that's right. In fact, what the witches need most is to integrate into the demon world society and live a normal and equal life, rather than being gathered together to protect it. Bartoli, draw some more agile witches, teach them, and then ask them to help you. The scale of Witch Street is gradually expanding."

"Sir, is this true?" Bartoli was obviously excited, and the fatigue on her face was wiped out.

Robben smiled: "Of course it's true. I suddenly had an idea just now. Because the city of Gaso was developed with a witch training camp, the number of witches has reached its current scale. However, the number of witches in Moro City is much smaller. It is almost impossible to realize such a witch city. Such a witch street should be a very good choice, work hard."

"It's an adult"

Everyone was eating and chatting happily. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the dining room. A servant said outside the door: "Lord, Lord Karanda and Lord Holot ask for a meeting."

Robben wiped his mouth and nodded understandingly: "The movement is getting faster and faster, so I'll go and come back soon."

"Well, the owner, hurry up, the main course is coming soon." Nalan's mouth filled with food and said vaguely.

"I got it, I'll be back soon." As he said that, Robben left the dining room and walked towards the lobby.

Since the "almost beheading" incident that happened ten years ago, all officials have a sense of fear of Robben, and some of Bazaar's practices have naturally been forced to say that they have something to do with Robben.

Every time Robben returns to the city, no matter when, what are these officials of all sizes doing, whether you are sleeping or squatting in the toilet, they will be immediately summoned by Caranda and Holot. All the members will come to the lobby on the first floor of the Lord's Castle to see Robben, and report on the major events that have happened during the period when Robben left.

Robben actually just listened to it. There are very few things that need to be handled by himself, because most of the things were handled by Caranda and Holot. He had said a long time ago that I don’t care about the matter, but if I fail, I will punish you. Robben knows that he is a bit hooligan, but who said he is different from these? He is still a lord. With so many capable subordinates, why are he going to be in trouble...

Leaning on the lord's seat, Roben listened to the report from Karanda and Holot and said, "Very good, you have done a good job and will give you a salary increase at the end of the year."

Robben has said this sentence dozens of times, and he doesn't even change it once...

All the officials looked at each other secretly, smiling helplessly. The lord couldn't show off several times a year, and he was always perfunctory every time. He had never seen such a lord, but... he did raise his salary every time. Although it wasn't much, it was already very considerable after a dozen times.

"Is there anything wrong? If you have nothing to do, go back. I'm still having a meal. At this moment, the main courses will probably be eaten up." Robben began to send these officials.

Five minutes later, Robben found that Nalan was surrounded by other witches and kept saying something in a low voice. Nalan's face looked embarrassed, as if she couldn't resist it, and kept throwing her eyes to ask for help.

Robben had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and said, "Now there is a new news to notify you. It's more important. You all listen carefully."

The witches' attention was immediately attracted, and they all turned their eyes.

"Sir, what's the matter? Are you going to marry Sister Nalan?" Bazaar immediately came over.

Robben sweated, and now he probably knows why Nalan was so embarrassed when asked.

"Don't guess, this matter has something to do with you. The news I just got is that the new witch guard chief is about to start the selection. Do you... have anyone have some ideas?"

The witches were stunned, and Ba was slightly unresponsive. She glared for a while before saying, "Sir, are you talking about the selection of the witch guard?"

"Well, that's what I said." Robben nodded slightly strangely. Why did everyone's reaction be so strange?

Bazaar scratched his head: "Although... we can't say we don't have any ideas. After all, every witch wants to get this position, but... it's unlikely that we have just come out of the training camp for about twenty years. The other witch seniors are looking at us like children."

"But..." Bazaar turned his head and looked at Nalan: "If it were Sister Nalan, maybe it would be possible. The selection of the chief guards accounted for a large part of the rating in terms of strength. If we were to do so, there would be no hope."

Roben couldn't help looking at Nalan, but Nalan seemed a little confused: "Captain Guard...me?"

Bazaar immediately said enthusiastically: "Yes, Sister Nalan, if you are selected this time, it will be the glory of our entire city."

"It's not as easy as you said. Besides, my age may not be able to pass at all." Nalan seemed to have no idea about this position.

"Well, that's wrong," Bazaar said seriously: "The Witch Chief Guard has no age limit, it seems... it seems that the youngest one is younger than Sister Nalan."

Nalan looked at Bazaar with great doubts. It was almost impossible. If he was younger than himself, he had not yet officially grown up. No matter how old he was, he would not be allowed to be responsible for the outer guards of the entire Demon Palace in the Demon Realm.

"The most important thing is strength. I think Sister Nalan is perfect," Bazaar said very surely.

Nalan looked at Robben with some hesitation. Robben smiled: "We have just returned and have been away for a long time. If you want to take a break, why not try it?"
Chapter completed!