"..."
After enjoying a bath, changing into clean, crisp cold-weather clothes, and pulling on a short robe for work, Jiang Han stepped into soft slippers that protected her feet and walked out of the camp bathhouse wrapped in a steaming sense of comfort.
The moment she emerged, she saw Giant Cat Lamp sprawled lazily on the ground while the witches groomed its fur.
The witches who had also finished bathing sat in the witch nest, smiling as they inspected the spoils they had harvested.
That was the good thing about being transport-team witches.
They did not have to take on terrifying combat assignments, and after delivering the spoils, they could enjoy a share of the profits.
Four percent might not sound like much, but little by little, it added up, sisters.
The protective scrolls and such torn apart in just the first clash on the main battlefield were already worth more than a week's haul—and there were even teams whose earnings were too low to justify calling in a transport team.
The servant armies had suffered far fewer losses as well... Jiang Han thought.
She noticed Li Li walking toward her. She wore a short robe in the same style as Jiang Han's, her smooth golden hair draped over her shoulders. The fur on her fox ears and tail had puffed up, making her look like a fluffy marshmallow. Li Li had an excellent figure and a resilient air about her, which only made that puffball-soft fur look all the cuter.
"A witch wants to see the person in charge of the transport team." Fluffy and puffed-up, Li Li remained expressionless, but she unmistakably gave off the happy feeling of enjoying the warmth after a bath.
"Hm?"
Jiang Han made a single sound, gathered her robe around herself, and chuckled.