Jiang Han encountered a troublesome client for the first time.
Ma Yeling, the Inferno Fortress Witch, possessed a blazing temperament utterly unlike that of a witch—and a temperament even more impatient than most witches':
"I hired you not to watch you dawdle around here!"
She gave the impression of being an irritable young lady unwilling to wait even half a second.
For the sixteenth time, Jiang Han soothed her, her tone turning stiff as well:
"If we set out now, only ninety Cat Spiders are ready, and only a little over sixty Dragon Turtles are ready. Estimated carrying capacity will drop by more than twenty-five percent. Can you accept that?"
Anyone would be like this after being rushed eight times in eight minutes.
"Hah!" The troublemaker Ma Yeling puckered her lips so far she could have hung an oil flask from them, then found a place to sit and folded her arms across her chest.
The peace did not last long. After roughly twenty seconds, she blinked and blinked again, looking as though she wanted to open her mouth.
"Tell me about the commission. All I know is that we're providing a little military support while hauling spoils, serving as your privateering convoy—but I don't really know the actual commission."
Jiang Han said this to make the other woman shut up.
She had no idea she was opening Pandora's box.
Forty-five minutes later.
The convoy had already set off at tremendous speed. Jiang Han had moved her cat nest into the cargo rack on the Cat Spider's back, buckled her seat belt, and yet Miss Ma Yeling, seated across from her, still had not stopped talking.
It seemed that after every building and certain special sentient regions underwent witchification, they all acquired a gift for conversation rivaling that of