A question lingered in Jiang Han's heart.
After circling into a room where the floor was toasty warm, the lighting dim, and two lamps illuminated five or six Cat Lamps crouching about, she first looked at the wooden cabinets on either side, like dry sauna rooms, as well as the comfortable cat nests atop them for Cat Witches—two on each side, each two to three meters in length and width.
After setting down her luggage and clothes and choosing the changing room inside, she spoke through the wooden partition as she changed.
"How did your friendship with her come about?"
She said, "I can tell you two are old acquaintances, and she gave you so much money all at once..."
"Hmph."
Olivia displayed a disdainful expression. "The fact that I didn't kill her was already the greatest care and friendship I showed her back then. Our Cat Witch customs gave that bad cat some security, and more importantly, talented witches receive a little more preferential treatment wherever they go."
"Tell me the story?"
"There's nothing much to tell, but since you asked, I can talk about it."
Don't let Olivia's quiet-cat appearance fool you—when it came to gossip, she was definitely more than twice the sum of Eileen and Anjie. Or perhaps Cat Lamp-type girls simply had this hobby of telling little stories to others. It couldn't be changed; at least, in Jiang Han's eyes, Olivia definitely couldn't change.
So Jiang Han pricked up her ears.
Waiting for the big cat to tell her tale.
"Cat Witches with fame, land, and lord-level standing would often spend time in their manor studies every year listening to the troubles and problems of younger cats, offering help within their means so long as it did not harm their own interests. Just like what