Chance Encounter

After obtaining permission from Dream Garden, Jiang Han registered her name on the form at Cen Jing's desk.

Jiang Han held the pen, stood on her tiptoes, and leaned forward toward the form on the wall:

Swish, swish—

After a few strokes, she wrote down her name.

Cen Jing, a beautiful witch dressed in dark gray robes with her hair styled in a side ponytail, signed her own name with a smile and shook hands with Jiang Han, "Although I cannot share the honor of mentor Cheng Yu, at least for now, I can share her friendship with you."

Judging by her love for handshakes, Dream Garden is actually quite Westernized... Jiang Han glanced at the beckoning cat at the entrance of the faculty office; just like the one at home, it was a black cat.

She put on a smile, shook hands with Cen Jing, and lowered her voice to ask:

"Um, Miss Cen Jing?"

"What is it?" Cen Jing said with a humorous tone, "Actually, you can call me Jingjing. It will make you feel my presence in the library at all times."

Jingjing, alright Jingjing, don't you witches and sorceresses think that using a black cat as a beckoning cat makes it look a bit too thin... Jiang Han fell silent for a moment, then pointed at the beckoning cat and asked quietly:

"Are all beckoning cats black?"

Cen Jing brushed a strand of hair behind her neck and smiled gently:

"Miss Jiang Han, orange cats sell for 120, while Black Demon Cats sell for 2900, and the price is still rising. Which cat do you think is more auspicious?"

Black cats are expensive, so they are used as beckoning cats. Fine, this is very characteristic of the foodie nation... The corners of Jiang Han's mouth curled up subconsciously.

Only when orange cats can sell for over 3000 will they have a chance to reclaim the position of the beckoning cat.

Cen Jing smiled again and asked in a similarly lowered voice:

"Shall we go watch a puppet show tomorrow?"

Jiang Han also lowered her voice and said:

"Sure, but I might sneak in a nap?"

Because the two were openly discussing slacking off in the faculty office, they consciously lowered their voices, whispering as if sharing a secret.

"I guarantee you won't be able to sleep; the puppet show is very good." Cen Jing's tone sounded like she was luring a child.

What would a witch's puppet show be like? Jiang Han found it hard to imagine. Shouldn't puppet shows be part of a peep show? Or, in a high-fantasy setting, would a puppet show with an Eastern theme feel a bit like a horror storytelling session?

Footsteps approached, and after a glance, the two simultaneously shut their mouths.

The tall Cheng Yu walked over. Her desk was one row away from Cen Jing's—incidentally, Miss Cen Jing's popularity was inexplicably poor; her desk was in the last row by the window, with no one in front of her, only bookshelves. In other words, her desk only bordered Cheng Yu's, which was quite antisocial.

Cheng Yu rummaged through the teaching materials on her desk while asking:

"Were you two just talking about puppets?"

Cen Jing replied with a gentle smile:

"Constructs. I was explaining to Miss Jiang Han that puppets are a type of construct. Some highly skilled witches use puppets as familiars."

"Yes, yes! I'm considering having someone custom-make a puppet as a familiar." Jiang Han followed her lead to smooth things over.

Cheng Yu took out a scroll of books, stuffed them into her pocket, and nodded at the two:

"Puppets are nice, just expensive."

After saying that, she hurried out of the room.

After she left, Cen Jing chuckled softly:

"Miss Cheng Yu has always been quite impatient. She does whatever comes to mind and is very passionate. As a colleague, I have been well taken care of by her."

Given your popularity, Miss Cen Jing, it really is only mentor Cheng Yu who takes care of you... Jiang Han thought to herself, then said sincerely:

"It feels like you've taken good care of the mentor as well. I'll have to trouble you to take care of me from now on."

After a few more words and some idle chatter, Jiang Han bid farewell to Cen Jing and left Dream Garden directly. She headed all the way to the Witch Market. Although it wasn't work time yet, Jiang Han happened to have some pocket money, so she could go to the Witch House for a glass of juice and, incidentally, mock her colleagues who were working...

Come to think of it, eating and drinking at a shop where a friend works is especially satisfying! Especially watching them serve you with expressions of shame—it's enough to make one want to scream with joy.

It feels as good as eating rice.

Because of today's leisure, Jiang Han's mood was increasingly good. She even had enough spare time to buy two bags of roasted chestnuts at the Transfer Station; they were sweet and tasted good. She also grabbed a newspaper and started flipping through it leisurely while flying at full speed.

The benefit of the witch world is that when you are flying in the sky, unless your luck is truly so bad that you've offended the Goddess of Luck and her mother, it is impossible to have a mid-air collision.

You can fly and read a newspaper or book to your heart's content, as long as you don't fly too fast.

The newspapers of this era were full of slogans and commercial "miracles," such as "A certain witch invested in a factory and became a millionaire" or "A winery in the XX region produced a star product, and XX leaders and officials went to visit and offer condolences." There were plenty of unconventional and strange ways to get rich, and of course, there was no shortage of legendary brainwashing advertisements for health supplements...

Perhaps because the gold content of an Archwitch in this world is quite high, you can tell if someone is an Archwitch just by having them fight.

Therefore, health supplement companies didn't dare use slogans like "Even Archwitches drink Chinese Soft-Shelled Turtle Essence."

Moreover, in the domestic sector of the witch world line, "Turtle Essence" specifically refers to the heart blood of a Dragon Turtle. As a ferocious monster capable of beating the living daylights out of most witches who only know level 6 or 7 spells, even the most daring health supplement merchants wouldn't dare provoke them.

Even Ice Bears can't beat Dragon Turtles, and there are even many true dragons that can't beat them either.

In the newspaper Jiang Han read earlier, there was even a story about a "Blue Dragon forcibly mated by a Dragon Turtle," which made people sigh, "Oh Dragon, you have days like this too."

She arrived at the Witch Market, found a management office to store her broom, and wandered around the street. Her gaze was suddenly drawn to a sign:

"Yingjie Doll Shop"

Hmm, a doll shop, interesting... Since she had plenty of time to spare and felt that wasting it was a shameful act, Jiang Han decided to find some entertaining ways to squander it.

She walked inside to find a rather grand establishment. It wasn't the Western style she had expected, but rather an Eastern-style doll shop.

Beautiful, exquisite dolls were displayed in glass cabinets, accompanied by various outfits: Hanfu from the land of foodies, kimonos from the East, and butterfly dresses from Southeast Asia. Most were Asian, with only a few British-style gentleman's suits and dresses.

Jiang Han stepped closer and took a peek at the prices, which gave her quite a shock—dolls costing over ten thousand, and doll clothes costing over a thousand. These dolls were dressed better than she was; she glanced at her own witch robe and pursed her lips.

A witch wearing a dark red robe nearby glanced at her, her gaze lingering on Jiang Han's eyes.

Jiang Han felt a bit unnerved by the woman's stare and offered an awkward yet polite smile.

As the days passed in this world, she had become increasingly accustomed to other witches staring at her face or eyes the moment they saw her, and she had even formulated a rule for it called "Miss Jiang Han's Law."

Those who stare at the face are ordinary witches.

Those who stare at the eyes are badass witches.

According to this law, this witch who was staring blankly at her eyes might very well be a very badass witch.

The woman made an apologetic gesture, withdrew her gaze, and then carried a doll to the counter to pay.

She's so rich... Jiang Han felt like she was eating a lemon; it was incredibly sour.

After paying the bill, the woman picked up the small leather case provided by the shop to carry the doll and left. As she passed by, she gave Jiang Han's eyes another secretive scan.

It had to be said that this witch was the first one Jiang Han had encountered in the month or so she had been in this world who was only slightly taller than herself.

This made her generously forgive the woman for her constant, surreptitious staring at her eyes.

Now that the lemon had been eaten and the dolls had been seen, it was time to go to the Witch House and stir up the sisters who were currently on duty.