Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

No matter what, after all, he had agreed in front of so many people. Even he wouldn't suddenly go back on his word, which would really damage his dignity and air, like an unruly child.

But just taking a hit like this still made him uncomfortable inside. Thinking about it, he stood up and walked towards the young girl, his nearly 2-meter tall, fat body bearing down like a small mountain.

"Miss Hexia, since you agreed to serve as a doctor, I have some issues that need your treatment here too."

"What kind of issues?" Tilan stood up, lightly stepped back a few steps, and widened the distance.

"Look at my gradually growing body weight." Saying this, Gus patted his belly, his fat jiggling around.

"I would like Miss Hexia to cure my obesity and restore the robust physique of my youth." This request was quite demanding, but due to his authority, no one else in the tent dared to say anything.

"There might be a way to handle obesity, but as for regaining a robust physique, I can't do that; Gus needs to exercise himself for that." Tilan shook her head.

"Hahaha, Miss Hexia, you're joking, you surely can do it, right." He said this as he continued moving towards Hexia, trying to block her escape route and space.

Indeed, this kind of low-grade charming spell has many flaws.

Originally, according to the tradition of the Songstresses, she wouldn't learn such a spell that temporarily sways someone's judgment because, in the view of the Songstresses, doing so is ultimately just a form of deceit that the other party will eventually notice, leading to a counterproductive effect.

Only recently having seen the Fox-tail Species use it, she slightly studied its principles and tried it herself this time.

"Since Mr. Gus is requesting, I'll give it a try." Tilan gently closed her eyes, then opened them again, and this time her entire aura transformed; the whole person seemed like a standing glacier. Just a glance made Gus feel cold all over, an unknown fear rising up, even stiffening his body a little.

As the words fell, Tilan raised a hand, and a cold-emitting ice blade appeared floating beside her. Seeing that she was about to perform liposuction surgery on this mountain of flesh, the other party finally struggled out of his stiffness, hurriedly twisting his face to stop.

"Wait, wait, wait, I suddenly think this body of flesh is still useful." By this time, Gus also felt something was off. Initially, he thought she was just a pretty and useful blue silk bird, but he didn't expect her to truly have skills and strength.

With a somewhat poor complexion, Gus was helped to sit back down slowly. Now the atmosphere in the tent was a bit quiet, everyone realizing that Gus had suffered a great loss but didn't dare to mock or flatter him, for fear of offending either side.

On the other side, Tilan, seeing that the tent had finally calmed down, also breathed a sigh of relief, at last not having to go on a killing spree. Honestly, if possible, she really didn't want to resort to violent means because this path didn't quite fit her style, but if there really was no choice, she wouldn't hesitate to use violence.

Having a simple meal of some fruit, Tilan stood up and bid farewell. This time Gus didn't stop her, only having someone help her bring back the tied-up Butterfly Species.

Thus a day passed quietly. It wasn't until Tilan returned to the camp that she received a message. They'd prepared a tent for her to perform medical arts and needed Hexia to go there at 9 a.m. the next day.

"I understand." Tilan nodded, then asked the message-bearing guard to return.

Soon, news of a High Rank Doctor capable of healing severed limbs spread throughout the camp. Some even saw posted notices and such, saying various injuries and diseases could be treated, but patients needed to have money ready.

At night, in the main tent of the King Camp, a woman with long wine-red hair leaned on the soft backrest of a huge chair, her narrow eyes overlooking the fat man prostrated on the ground below.

"... So, you're saying you were frightened by her at the time, right?"

"Uh, that's correct." Knowing that continuing to argue would only displease the Queen before him, Gus had no choice but to admit the truth.

"Hehe."

The Wolf Blood Queen, leaning on the enormous chair, let out a few soft laughs. The light in her eye shifted, making it hard to guess what she was thinking. Her body size seemed twice that of a normal person, probably about four meters when standing, and even sitting she could overlook Gus below. Her arms were long without showing obvious muscle, and her snow-white, rounded legs, even concealed under black fabric, exuded a sense of power. The nearly ten centimeters long slender blood-red nails lightly plucked, picking up a nearby transparent wine glass, slowly pouring it into her mouth to taste.

"You may leave, if she performs well tomorrow, line up the slaves in the camp and let her treat them one by one."

"Yes, my Queen." Gus respectfully bowed and then stood up to slowly leave the main tent.