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Jiang Xuan returned home on her day off, cooked dinner for the two sisters, and then sat on the sofa watching TV while yawning.

In Jiang Han's view, Comrade Jiang Zhenling was still giving the elder comrade some face, obediently handing over the remote control.

The petite Jiang Xuan grabbed the remote and pressed the buttons with both hands to change the channel.

It was a tournament called the Witch C-League, and she spoke while watching:

"Zhenling, are there any rising stars in the C-League lately?"

"One named Chen Xinyi, fought four days in a row in one week, twenty-three wins out of twenty-four matches," Jiang Zhenling said, her words muffled as she stuffed her face with rice.

Witch Gladiator could be understood as the only sport, and it possessed a set of strict procedures.

The braised pork today is quite good... Jiang Han also offered silent praise.

Although she didn't know why putting meat into a cauldron and burning it over high heat for ten minutes turned it into braised pork, it didn't hinder its melt-in-your-mouth deliciousness.

"What about Teacher Yu Sitong?" Jiang Xuan asked again.

The image of that beautiful commentator surfaced in Jiang Han's mind.

Her younger sister had already finished her first bowl of rice, snapped her fingers to automatically refill it, and exhaled as she said:

"Teacher Yu gave away a free win on the first day; she favored Steel Guard and got taken out by the Russian player's Empowered Triple-Combo."

"Empowered Triple-Combo?" Jiang Han asked.

"Empowered Fireball, Empowered Vodka Spray, and Empowered Flame Shroud—the Russian Triple-Combo. If you don't open a curse resistance or fire elemental defense, you're dead if you eat that," Jiang Zhenling replied.

Just hearing it sounded violent...

Jiang Han nodded. The Archwitch's lessons stated, 'Empowered is good, magic penetration is beautiful; Empowered paired with magic penetration is both good and beautiful.'

We who play evocation aren't as dirty as those who play transmutation or illusion; we just focus on killing the opponent in one wave, or getting killed by them...

She also hurriedly shoveled down a few mouthfuls of rice, and after finishing, sat back on the sofa.

Afterward, Jiang Zhenling also finished eating, sat back on the sofa, and very naturally pulled Jiang Han into her arms, holding her like a doll, which drew a strange look from Jiang Xuan:

"You two sisters are getting along so well now?"

"It's alright." "It's fine."

They watched the match together until late at night. Jiang Han checked the time and went upstairs, grabbed the bag with her qipao work uniform, changed into her witch robe, and walked out of the room.

Zhenling waved at her:

"Going to work?"

"Yeah." Jiang Han nodded, then suddenly remembered something.

Cen Jing had sent her home yesterday, so her broom was forgotten at the Flight Platform Management Office...

She had to pay a 5-yuan 'parking fee' for leaving it overnight.

That was already very expensive; it could buy 12 foreign witch eggs... Jiang Han felt a bit of heartache and put on a fawning smile as she said to her sister:

"Can you take me to the Witch Market?"

"...Hm? Sure." Her sister nodded, sat up, and without changing her casual clothes, walked her to the entryway to grab the broom. "Do you work at the Witch Market too?"

"Yes." Jiang Han made up her mind to say as little as possible to avoid mistakes, but to keep her sister from getting curious, she quickly diverted the topic: "Yesterday, Cen... my mentor sent me home and forgot to help me take my broom."

She would rather be teased by her sister about the egg-laying topic than let her know she was selling alcohol at a bar! Jiang Han made this firm decision.

Although she was teased verbally by her sister a couple more times on the way, thank goodness her attention wasn't on her job anymore.

Around 11:30, Jiang Han arrived at the Witch Market. After getting off the broom, she thanked Jiang Zhenling and carried her clothing bag to the Flight Platform Management Office on the sixth floor, paid the parking fee from yesterday, and then headed toward the Witch House.

Jiang Han pushed open the tavern door and felt a pleasant, cool breeze. All the candles in the tavern had been replaced with candles made of ice; they burned with fire but emitted a subtle, hazy mist, giving the feeling of having both a humidifier and air conditioning running.

Qin Shunying, wearing a gorgeous outer robe and a magnificent witch hat, was chatting with a lady at the bar. When she saw Jiang Han, she smiled and waved.

"Good evening, Ms. Qin." Jiang Han greeted her politely.

Qin Shunying greeted her back, made a gesture for her to wait a moment, and after coaxing the customer away with sweet words, she smiled at Jiang Han:

"I heard about it; you're planning to start a society, right?"

...How long has it been and it's already leaked? Besides smiling, what other expression could Jiang Han possibly have:

"Yes, our society is called Wings; it's just for everyone to have some leisure activities together."

"I know, and you're also going to develop a magic with great financial prospects, right?" Qin Shunying asked.

...Holy crap, everything leaked? Is that even okay? Jiang Han once again wore a sincere smile:

"Yes, it's Ms. Du Ningzhuang's spell project; we only made a meager contribution."

"Hahaha, I can give you some sponsorship money in my private capacity; I'm very optimistic about you all." Qin Shunying clearly looked like she wanted to invest, and said: "But I didn't expect it; your magic power levels are so high. Although my ability to unearth talent isn't weak, I didn't expect that the ones I dug up would be so formidable. Hahaha, you can call me Qin Bole from now on!"

...Damn it, even the magic power levels leaked? Jiang Han continued to smile, chatted with Qin Shunying for a bit, walked into the lounge, and ran to the changing room.

She skillfully took off her robe, changed into the qipao, and pulled a pair of stockings at random from the disposable pantyhose box to put on.

Jiang Han looked at the message on the box while putting on her stockings.

[Sisters, have we registered the association yet? --by TW]

[Good sister, it's registered. I even used your lingerie photos to trade for our first sponsorship, 5,000 yuan. --CYJ]

[Ah? What, what? --TW]

[QWQ So amazing. --DNZ]

[If we're going to use the Seduction Technique, Miss Jiang is more suitable. --CLG]

[Good sister, that spell of yours has a bright financial future. I estimate we'll be able to pull in more sponsorships or funding soon. --CYJ]

[What are you sisters talking about, what am I doing, no, why am I saying no? --CY]

[Miss Chai, your woman is ours now. The four of us did this and that to her. --CLG]

[A bright financial future OvO, sorry to trouble A-Chu OwO, is our mana a bit too high? --DNZ]

[No, what did you do? --CY]

[We did to you what you wanted to do to Miss Tang, sister. --CLG]

[A linguistic trap! --CY]

...Damn it, so that's where the secret leaked from.

...Also, we got the sponsorship because our collective mana levels are high; surely others just think we have potential, right? How could it be that we traded Tang Wen's photos for sponsorship... No, perhaps saying it that way is actually a good thing, it's all good.

...Du Ningzhuang, that repressed pervert, using emoticon culture 15 years ahead of its time.

...Little sister Chai, we did unforgivable things to big sister Tang, tricking her into playing with us.

Jiang Han thought for a moment, then picked up a notepad and pen to leave a message:

[A-Chu is OP! --JH]

After writing it, Jiang Han put on her work uniform, walked out of the locker room, and headed to the bar counter.

"Am I still working as a server today?" Jiang Han asked.

Qin Shunying shook her head and said in a calm tone:

"Sunday is a day off. Although there are customers, most aren't here to watch the matches, so it's not as explosive as yesterday. You don't need to work as a server."

"Then can I go to the bar?" Although the tips are a bit less, Jiang Han genuinely likes the position and the work at the bar.

Qin Shunying shook her head again and gestured with her chin toward the second floor of the bar, signaling Jiang Han to look over.

Witch House is a single-story building, but that doesn't mean it lacks a second floor.

The second floor is more like a quiet tea room, filled with bookshelves, which doesn't quite fit the configuration of a tavern. Since using the second-floor wine rooms requires a fee of 300, very few witches book those limited spaces.

On the inner platform of the second floor, there was a figure.

Because there are only three wine rooms, all with a semi-open design facing inward, they are somewhat like stadium boxes. The side facing the first floor overlooks the stage, and due to a thin layer of magical mist, those on the first floor or outside cannot see the people inside the wine rooms clearly.

"Your customer," Qin Shunying said.

"You should give it a try, see if you can sell her two bottles of regular wine."