But there were some who did not move.
They were draped in voluminous robes with hoods, which, even under the warm morning sun, emitted a loathsome, eerie chill.
"We are here on behalf of the Derluce Master."
"We are willing to offer the 'Corpse Control Staff' as a trade."
A composed middle-aged man spoke, holding out a staff about 30 centimeters long, resembling a tree branch.
It also had the scent of 'food,' but it couldn't compare to the 'Curse Bag,' similar to what the one who called himself Tucker had offered with his 'landmine'; it was just slightly better than the harpies' 'Witch Feathers.'
"Is there anything else?"
Delbon stepped out at the right moment to ask.
The members of 'Golden Wind' remained silent.
Although they were curious about the Sabie Alien 'Assaulter's' corpse, they weren't here for the 'Assaulter.'
After asking twice more, Delbon then turned to Jason.
"What will you choose, Lord Jason?"
As Delbon spoke, he subtly gestured with his finger towards the 'Corpse Control Staff.'
The witches' items were too dangerous; Delbon immediately ruled them out for Jason.
The Goblin Landmine was the same, with instability being its biggest issue.
And as for the harpies?
The so-called 'Witch Feathers' were too cheap and simply didn't match the value of the 'Assaulter.'
Therefore, that left the 'Corpse Control Staff.'
While that group of male witches could be troublesome, Delbon was confident that in this situation, they wouldn't cause trouble or do anything underhanded.
Jason saw Delbon's signal, but he had his own choice in mind.
Naturally, he would choose the most enticing option.
There was no need for hesitation.
"I want the Curse Bag!"
Jason said decisively.
Delbon was taken aback, while the witches sitting astride their brooms immediately burst into laughter.
"We like doing business with smart people."
The witch holding the 'Curse Bag' directly tossed it to Jason.
Delbon, standing next to Jason, saw the 'Curse Bag' being thrown and immediately ducked behind Jason, while the old instructor, Nosa, quickly positioned himself in front of Jason.
One mustn't recklessly touch the witches' belongings!
This was a recognized fact in the 'Mystical Side'!
Especially items from the 'Witch' of Cherry City, Jennifer, or anything related to her.
They had even become somewhat taboo.
The old instructor, Nosa, watched the 'Curse Bag' as it flew closer, but as everyone's eyes followed the 'Curse Bag,' it just vanished into thin air.
The next moment, it reappeared right before Jason.
The members of 'Golden Wind' once again quickly retreated, creating distance.
Although they were monsters, when faced with a 'taboo,' they still followed their inner choices.
Nosa was astonished; the Werewolf Leader hadn't seen how the 'Curse Bag' got behind him.
The old instructor, however, was closely watching a witch behind the one who had thrown the 'Curse Bag.'
He saw her casting a spell when the 'Curse Bag' disappeared, while everyone's attention was drawn to the thrown 'Curse Bag' and the initial holder.
In the shadows, the witch had cast a spell that changed everything.
The old instructor noticed it.
Jason, of course, noticed as well.
But what Jason cared about was not the spellcasting, but the cooperation between them.
That was not something that could be developed overnight.
It wasn't just about understanding; it also involved command and coordination!
Jason took another look at the seemingly carefree witches all perched on their brooms, each with a smiling face and a languid posture, but each one was positioned at a distance calculated down to the last detail, neither too far nor too close, positioned in a way that they could easily support and cover one another, and Jason was certain of one thing: if a battle began, they would demonstrate even greater strength.
This scene made Jason involuntarily think back to Hans Port, and the personal guard under his cousin's command.
They too had similar formations.
But that was an army.
These before him were witches!
"An army made up of witches?"
Jason pondered inwardly as he reached out to take the 'Curse Bag' that was in front of him.
The witches upon the brooms saw Jason's composed action and chuckled lightly.
They moved down from mid-air, landing above Jason, maintaining a certain distance, but the atmosphere was entirely different from before.
"Indeed, a smart man."
The witches said softly.
"It's just abiding by trading principles."
"The Sabie Alien 'Assaulter's' corpse in the refrigerated van is yours now."
There was nothing about being smart or not; he always acted cautiously.
It might seem casual to take it into his hands, but he had checked the 'Curse Bag' several times with mystic knowledge, ensuring there was no danger and no malice in his sense before he finally held it.
However, the surrounding members of 'Golden Wind' did not know this, and the way they looked at Jason turned somewhat strange.
There had been more than one or two cases of men being attracted to 'witches.'
Of course, none of those stories ended well.
They savored the attraction.
Immediately, the harpies twisted their necks bird-like, appearing disdainful yet at a loss for words.
The male witch representing Derluce silently put away his staff.
Tucker, representing the goblin engineers, still felt somewhat unwilling to give up.