Chapter 118: The Tin Knight and The World of The Wicked Witch of The West (1)
The Witch of the West’s workshop was, in the Tin Knight’s terms, a very “game-like” place.
To open the large main gate, one needed to obtain key A, and to get key A, one needed item B.
However, the party didn’t need to go through such troublesome processes.
The person guiding them was none other than the Witch of the West’s disciple.
“You lot! To pass through here, you must bring the red token!”
“What?”
“Oh my, isn’t it Lady Franka! Please come in!”
The burly man, who had been threatening the party for a moment, shrunk and bowed as soon as Franka slightly lifted the robe covering her head.
Dorothea gave an incredulous look at this exchange, “Witch’s workshop or whatever, this is just like the outside. More importantly, is it okay for you to show your face like that? It seems pointless to wear a robe.”
“It’s not good, but what can I do? Now that Captain Bill has seen us, it’s only a matter of time before it’s known, anyway. It’s better to move quickly than to dawdle unnecessarily.”
What happened afterward was mostly similar.
The pack of werewolves boasting sharp teeth and claws hid them with a mere flash of blonde hair, submitting to Franka like tame dogs.