"What price was I willing to pay?"
After pondering for a moment, Lin Zhaojun pointed at the nearby campsite, which had been divided into roughly five or six sections by fences.
"That's an interesting question. Come, walk with me. Let's talk in that little campsite over there—this isn't a good place for conversation."
Jiang Han followed her over with light steps. She noticed that the markers at the entrances to the campsites all bore the crests of famous witches. Most belonged to witch families known to be on good terms with Lin Zhaojun, while a small number displayed the insignias of administrative officers—the sort witches loathed bitterly.
Once every top-tier witch reached a certain level, she would hire administrative officers to serve her.
Just as witches of sufficient standing often hired one of three kinds of master chefs—Cat Lamp chefs, Witch chefs, or witch chefs—to add color to their lives. After all, when going out to have fun with friends, having a plump Giant Cat Lamp chef along was incredibly prestigious!
Jiang Han wondered whether Lin Zhaojun had hired a Giant Cat chef.
While Jiang Han let her imagination wander, they had already arrived. Lin Zhaojun stopped at a cozy little campsite. It had tents, fishing chairs, and hamster spray to ward off mosquitoes and insects. Between the tent and the fishing spot lay a hot spring blanket, its steaming waters rolling with comfortable red and golden light, plenty of materials having been added to it.
Directly opposite the tent entrance was a mobile cultivation cart—a tracked platform roughly twice the size of a truck. It was piled with leyline soil, leyline injections, magic-spring infusers, and other equipment for accelerating plant cultivation.
Two random fruit trees and dozens of tea vines in all manner of colors grew atop the