"Just one bag of gold, and you can receive the great protection of Lord Bastit! What better deal could there be?!"
"Not a hundred bags, not ten bags, just one bag of gold!"
"Once worn, you won't encounter any danger in the city of Wusa!" the small dwarf merchant quickly overcame the shock brought by the Little Witch's erratic thoughts and continued to eagerly promote his amulets: "And all it takes is one bag of gold!"
Zhuzhu sighed quietly for unknown reasons.
"I'm really sorry," she puffed her cheeks, her red pupils filled with apology: "Though I am also afraid of danger, I'm more afraid of my captain... If the captain finds out I worshipped other divine spirits, he would eat me."
With that said, she shook her head, hands behind her back, and bounced away from the dwarf's shop to catch up with Nikita, who was about to disappear into the crowd.
The dwarf merchant stood staring dazedly at the back of the Little Witch leaving, then spat angrily on the ground after a while.
