She ordered the accompanying processing materials for Flamewood.
She raised enough investment through advertisements to assemble an undead army.
She also had the Nightmare Cat Lamps manufacture vast quantities of weapons, equipment, and more.
Yet the event Jiang Han had been expecting—[Eileen directly attacks the Anse Elves' homeland]—did not occur during the month. Instead, Eileen had remained quietly stockpiling armaments. Jiang Han had even asked Priscilla for her opinion, but had reached no conclusion.
Could this be the unhurried style of old-school Witches?
It did not seem like it. Olivia was older than Eileen, yet she still moved like a gust of wind. If she said she was going to inspect the market, she would immediately disguise herself and head out to investigate it herself—though Jiang Han felt that woman was really just going out for a stroll and some fun. If she said she wanted to make money, she would immediately alter her spell models to earn it, never dragging her feet.
There were thoughts from every angle.
But Jiang Han had to admit that stockpiling a batch of armaments, along with a batch of servant troops, gave her ample confidence. Quietly waiting for Eileen to make her move no longer felt unbearable; instead, it brought the reassuring sense of being [fully prepared].
Jiang Han shared that sense of reassurance with Cat Xiumei, who had come over to deliver her meal.
They were in the company break room, under the curious gazes of the other Witches.
Their eyes lingered on Cat Xiumei's fluffy cat ears and the thousands upon thousands of cat tails extending from beneath her tattered robe. Even Witches who had seen countless bizarre creatures would struggle to find a Giant Cat Lamp stranger than the Mysterious Guest Giant Cat.
The Mysterious Guest Giant Cat widened