Although Jiang Han had always called herself an alchemist of the Xuelun Curie School, thinking about it seriously...
"I never took on a master, nor did I actually enroll in Xuelun's alchemy class as a nominal disciple."
So calling herself an "alchemist of the Unnamed School" did not count as betraying her master and dishonoring her ancestors.
Probably!
Having parked the civilian tank, Yi Min wore a suspicious expression.
"But Miss Han, the residual alchemical magic on you is very obviously characteristic of the Xuelun Curie School..."
"I taught myself."
Jiang Han felt no embarrassment at all when she said that, because it was the truth.
Her alchemy had not come from studying under any particular teacher. It was more like taking the backroads—gnawing through all manner of advanced alchemy records before forcibly digesting them, eventually producing her own brutal and wild yet subtly precise alchemical techniques.
Miss Yi loaded the large crate of osmanthus brew onto a little cart and nodded.
"That's truly impressive... Here is the osmanthus brew you wanted. That'll be 219 yuan, thank you for your patronage."
"Eh, that's expensive."
Jiang Han complained.
"Because it was freshly made today. The osmanthus flowers were knocked down by the tails of our Cat Lamps while they slept, then mixed with osmanthus honey... They probably wanted a drink, but they kept knocking all day, so there was too much. We had no choice but to turn it into merchandise."
Miss Yi laughed brightly.
"A windfall, really!"
"Eh..."
Jiang Han pushed the little cart back, waving as she went.
"If it doesn't taste good, you'll refund me, right?"
"No refunds, even if it tastes bad."
Friendship came quickly indeed.
Jiang Han felt that she had formed some sort of connection with this witch. In the mysterious-sounding words of Eastern witches,