What lay before Jiang Han was a thick stack of books. They did not look old, and were probably spellbooks made only recently. Even with her less-than-outstanding spell memory bank, she could tell that the spells inscribed upon them included [Certified Burning Spell Text] (If an uncertified person takes one look, their eyes will catch fire) and [Heart Chain Spell Text] (A spell text that locks an oath of secrecy within the heart; once violated, it blows up the heart—though witches of her level were not afraid of having their hearts blown up).
Those two spells she recognized alone were enough to prove these books were anything but ordinary. Such spells were needed to keep them secret.
Jiang Han rubbed her eyes.
Sure enough, Master still cared about me. She's brought out the good stuff...
Before she could finish marveling.
Histeria extended her fair, crystalline little paw, palm up, and loosely curled it.
"Fifty-three thousand yuan, please. Thank you for your patronage."
Staring at her master's little paw, Jiang Han fell into a long silence. She raised her brows, made an expression that carried a hint of pleading, and puffed out her lips.
"Make it cheaper. I'm a little short on cash lately."
"Foolish disciple, if you weren't my disciple, you wouldn't even qualify to buy it. This is a spell I modified specifically to suit witches of our type."
Xiya picked up the teapot beside her and poured two cups of tea.
"You could consider this one of my future family-inherited spells. Once you learn it, you'll also have to write a letter of guarantee, promising not to leak the learning materials for this spell."
Jiang Han's eyes widened in surprise, and her interest in the knowledge recorded within those books surged.
Xiya passed a cup of tea to