"Eh, what news? What intelligence?"
Jiang Han tried to muddle through.
"Han-baby."
Priscilla carried her buffet plate back, tossing in a dashing smile as a bonus:
"One piece of news for another. If you can clear up my doubts, then I can clear up yours. And by the way, Ghost Castle has always maintained quite a good relationship and connection with you."
She sauntered back, as dashing as a swordfish charging forward without hesitation.
Jiang Han puffed out her cheeks, picked out two more pieces of sushi at random, and carried her rather heavy plate back.
Having eaten her fill of delicious food, Jiang Han did not have much time left to think.
Priscilla was already paying the bill.
Given how time-sensitive witches could be, perhaps Priscilla would be able to uncover the news as soon as she got home today. Then the value of the information in her hands would plummet. Besides, this was something even Miss Qiao Rou and Miss Chen Yu could find out.
It was not that Jiang Han underestimated her two friends too much; that was simply the truth. Given their positions in public institutions, it was not difficult for them to dig up hearsay.
At most, it would be hard for them to connect it to Eileen so directly.
But was Priscilla an ordinary witch?
Jiang Han believed that among the Ghost Witches she had met, the most dangerous one might not be Xiya or Dinesha, but Priscilla.
This witch seemed to be everywhere, as though she dealt in intelligence. Even the Cat Lamps rarely managed to find her!
That was truly extraordinary!
Cat Lamps were spread throughout the world, with their figures almost everywhere, yet Priscilla often vanished from the cats' sight. Even the boss cats found that deeply intriguing.
A witch