Kitty's story wasn't complicated at all. It was simply the story of "how I became the Cat Lamp Witch."
After Olivia unlocked [Cat Lamp Witch Class Change], Jiang Han could finally tell these things as stories. As for the earlier stories, those were all Mouse Han's stories—they had nothing to do with Cat Han, nya!
With the high Mystery bonus and the secret blessing of the cat lamps, the story received unanimous praise.
Then it was Dorothy Jordan's turn.
"Girls, my story might be a little exciting. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
Dorothy's face became increasingly hazy amid the clouds of cigar smoke, making her expression impossible to discern.
Jiang Han sniffed. "Of course."
Sophia folded her arms. "The most outrageous story I've ever heard was one the Castle Lord told us. She told us about an undead stitched monstrosity Angelite created. It was disgusting, terrifying—probably because she wanted us to hate Angelite even more, so she added plenty of embellishment."
Heh, no wonder Yi Daiyu had gotten beaten up by Angelite. A top-tier anti getting thrashed was perfectly normal—perfectly normal, especially when Angelite was such a petty person. Nothing could be more normal.
"Then I'll begin."
Dorothy set down her cigar and clasped her hands together. "I'll tell you why I joined the ranks of competitive witches. When I was about six, my mother and I scavenged on a battlefield. You know, witch stuff—picking up bones, collecting hearts, digging out flesh and blood to turn into ritual materials once we got home. Oh, right, and we had to dig out some eyeballs too. You know how us American witches especially love using eyeballs as spellcasting materials."
No, no, no. I had absolutely no idea.
It was Jiang Han's first encounter with such savage witch culture, and