Chapter 146 Witch Paul_1
Wicked little witch!
It’s a good thing her belt was thrown away.
Otherwise.
If she were left to create panic aboard his ship as a witch, all the joy he created would have been negated by her.
Luck indeed stood by his side.
Since when had he ever used poison to kill?
He always struck at the heart!
Duge looked at He Ya, offering perfunctory comfort, "No need for that. Marsha, our pirate crew’s creed is to spread joy. With our protection, no one can harm you. You should learn to be a happy witch..."
The witch glared at Duge indignantly, "Witches require reverence, not happiness. You’ve taken me captive, and destroyed the fear my grandmother and mother accumulated over a century. I can already foresee the days to come; no one will fear me anymore."
Family legacy, huh?
Curious, Duge eyed Marsha Hewitt and asked, "Who was bold enough to marry your grandmother? And who married your mother?"
"..." The witch choked, then bellowed, "What does that matter to you? That’s not the point at all!"