Arena

Jiang Han took her personal teacup and prepared to head to the arena for a look.

But before leaving, she first returned to the assembly plant to let Lilia and Lester know, leaving them a way to contact her in case something urgent came up and they could not reach her.

Inside Workshop Six of the Transfer Station assembly plant, several witches were upgrading their survey vehicle in a very witch-like fashion.

Specifically, including but not limited to:

Muttering bizarre incantations while manifested runes flickered with ominous green light.

Smashing potion bottles onto the deck with crackling bangs, letting potion and glass melt together into the survey vehicle.

Forcibly hammering mechanical arms into the survey vehicle's deck with clanging thuds, then declaring, "I reckon this oughta work!"

In any case, Jiang Han did not dare keep watching. She was afraid these witches would eventually pull out engineer certificates from their pockets and proclaim smugly:

"Yer lookin' at a witch grand master of tech! I reckon this is how it's gotta be done!"

Jiang Han was even beginning to doubt the reliability of having Lilia contact these witches to repair the vehicle...

Phew!

As she turned back for one last look at the workshop, she exhaled, lowered this matter's priority a little, and wandered through streets that had finally become less crowded with witches, teacup in hand, all the way to the arena.

It was designed like a sunken coliseum, with six towers serving as the foundation for ritual spells. They had been arranged into the [Anti-Curse and Protective Ritual Spell] publicly shared online by the great witch Angelite, providing powerful protection for the entire arena and preventing spectators from being injured.

These towers were costly to build, and each additional tower compounded the price enormously. Every tower was considered one