The business Jiang Han had negotiated with the Mermaid Witch merchant group had finally reached its delivery date. To show her sincerity, she personally led her two plump-cat secretaries, Mao'er Lite and Mao Philia, to make the delivery.
The inspection site was the air harbor on Long-Haired Cat Clawmark Island. It was a highly unusual place; practically all Ratfolk from the Void lived here, and under Xu Fangying's leadership, they had built a sizable cargo hub. The Void Ratfolk had abundant experience in this regard—they had long grown accustomed to handling large-scale cargo transport and coordination.
Inside the Ratfolk warehouse, Jiang Han's two plump-cat secretaries were inspecting the gifts sent by the Mermaid Merchant Group.
Crate after crate of liquor.
"Meow-ao, so much port wine! This gives cats tremendous morale, meow-ao-ao!"
Mao Philia, the Gray Mist Giant Cat, held a tiny bottle of liquor that was quite small for her size, her tone brimming with delight. No matter what kind of cat lamp it was, it would always crave fine wine.
"A cat proverb!"
Mao'er Lite widened her cat eyes, clutching a bottle of port wine in her paw and expertly sniffing the bottle. "One bottle of wine can keep a cat warm all day! Meow-ao, sleep soundly!"
Such simple and brutal proverbs were precisely the style of cat lamp literature.
Jiang Han was much more restrained. She picked up a bottle, examined its label, and said to the Sea Tree Witch who had come to deliver the goods, "Why go to such lengths? You're too kind."
Sea Tree Witches were a kind of plant witch. They had huge spider-like arthropods on their backs, though without fur and made entirely from woody tendrils. They possessed an innate ability to specialize in two metamagics, and all their later advancements were