Clearly, Lin Zhaojun was the kind of witch who "faced fear and conquered fear."
That was her own unique method. Jiang Han could not do it—not merely because of differences in talent, but because the differences in personality and soul were the direct cause. In any case, according to Eve Harkins: "Who the hell knows how she got such a weird Specialty? The more scared she is, the harder she hits people..."
Eve Harkins had once been brutally beaten by Lin Zhaojun, so it was perfectly normal and reasonable for her to know something about it.
Jiang Han rolled her eyes at her and picked up the book to read.
"Once you use our standard photographic-memory ability to memorize these books, we can move on to the next stage of training—training your Specialty."
Jialadiya stood up. "And I should head back to being my zombie girl. Oh, right—the damaged ones you sent back were really in pretty bad shape. I suggest you avoid going to Anse Battlefield for the time being."
"The intensity of the war has gone up again?" Jiang Han asked.
Her fingers gently turned a page. This was a book about the folk customs of land-dwellers, annotated by the famous know-it-all witch Smedley.
"Mm, that's right. The intensity of the war has increased dramatically."
Jialadiya shared a bit of gossip. "The great witch Agatha was injured over there, and rather seriously too. She'll need to recuperate for nearly half a month. Apparently, those long-eared—"
She glanced at Jiang Han's cat ears and changed her wording. "Those elves have gone mad, mad enough to fight life for life. We aren't afraid of fighting life for life, but most elves aren't afraid either. In the end, once everyone started fighting with real weapons, everybody suffered losses. Poor Agatha, she'll