Jiang Han had not brought much luggage: two changes of pajama dresses, five different dress outfits, a set of makeup tools, a set of maintenance and oiling tools, a set of specialty-study books she was currently reading—including the half-finished Cat Lamp Artisan (a book about how to oil and charge Cat Lamps)—plus her Cat Lamp maintenance gear and equipment. That was roughly it.
After putting away her luggage, she leisurely climbed into the uppermost cat nest on the left. Inside the tiny, fluffy, soft tatami-style nest, she rolled around under the blankets and claimed the bed.
Sticking her head out, she said, "I'm taking this room, sisters."
Alesha, who was huffing and puffing as she dragged in a gunsmith's workbench for maintaining hunting rifles, looked up and twisted her neck. "No one's fighting you for it, sister. Besides, Kenbao and I prefer beds lower down..."
"Oho."
Du Lingxuan was adjusting the air conditioning. She turned around and, unable to suppress the power in her bloodline, said in a strange tone, "Let it be spread far and wide that Kenbao and Blind Treasure like it down below."
Honestly, the fact that Xuan Bao had not been beaten to death was truly a testament to the precious enlightenment of witch civilization.
"You might get murdered, sister."
Jiang Han said this as she jumped down from the cat nest.
A left turn out the door led to the bookstore's buffet area.
The moment she entered, as expected, Cat Lamps filled everything in her field of vision.
After all, it was feeding time for the Cat Lamps.
Relying on the [Cat Lamp Non-Collision Principle], she drifted through the sea of cats, piloting the light and airy Cat Han through waves of frenzied cats and raging tides. With exquisite Cat Lamp non-collision techniques, she dodged