Transfer Station

The dunes stretched without end, strange vines and cacti growing in clusters forming the main scenery... Jiang Han walked to the foredeck and gazed out at the desert gradually sinking into night, unable to stop herself from contentedly twitching her cat ears.

Her happiness showed in her tail and cat ears. The former elegantly curled around her body, its tip tracing wave-like curves; the latter gave little twitches now and then, like an excited Ghost Seal.

Sigh, I need to find a way to make my tail and ears less lively. It feels like people could easily see through to what I'm really thinking like this... This could be a weakness! Smiling, she leaned against the wooden railing, her tail lightly patting the deck. Because her tail was longer than an ordinary Cat Lamp's, even after it curled into a loop, there was still plenty of length left to swish about like an ordinary Cat Lamp's tail.

This desert concealed many secrets, or it would never have been chosen as the main base of the investigator witches. At present, however, the investigator witches were clearly at a disadvantage. Though ghost witches were not especially strong in direct power, their traits made them perfectly suited for chaotic melee, allowing them to move through the battlefield like fish in water.

Before she had time to think for long, she caught a wonderfully fragrant scent of barley tea.

She glanced over from the corner of her eye and saw a figure slowly approaching, an exquisite cauldron floating at her side.

Hiss, a wood-and-silver pot made from mithril mixed with World Tree offcuts... Jiang Han recognized it as an expensive brand from the department store opened by the Great Witch Eleanor. Its main body was still wooden, with mithril used for enchantments and ornamentation.