Room 0297 sat near the edge of the island, with a small patch of woods beside it as decoration.
Inside the room, Miss Chen Ligu, whom Jiang Han had just called over, listened to her explanation.
Chen Ligu rubbed her temples.
She looked up at the three unlucky witches, let out a long sigh, ruffled her own hair, bit her lip, then shook her head and said:
"You want a cat to honestly help train you? This..."
She stopped halfway through what she had been about to blurt out, found herself a less troublesome question, and asked somewhat strangely:
"No, wait. Why are you asking me for advice?"
Jiang Han had her own logic.
She said cheerfully:
"You get along fairly well with Ovie. I can tell she likes you quite a bit. More than that... she seems to value your opinions and advice."
In truth, Olivia greatly admired Chen Ligu.
In Jiang Han's words, [Olivia has this utterly inexplicable regard for Chen Ligu—she even respects her a little]. Perhaps it was because Miss Chen Ligu was capable enough and talented enough. Ovie admired that sort of witch.
Looking at it practically, Ovie seemed to have admired witches like Chen Ligu ever since before she became a Great Witch.
Having gotten her answer, Miss Chen Ligu irritably scratched at her hair.
After thinking for a moment, she took a breath and asked:
"You three want Olivia to provide you with professional training for five whole days, right?"
"That's right!"
Du Lingxuan hurriedly answered in Jiang Han's stead.
Training a witch required quite a lot of talent. It needed masters of alchemy and potions, specialists in witch studies, and all manner of professional skills. Nearly half the A2 subject list had to be brought into play, all just to keep