The Ghost Witch Rebellion Ends

Though this base was not particularly large, it had no shortage of resources.

Perhaps because witches held their personal quality of life to such exacting standards, even a temporary residence would be decorated beautifully, hung with all manner of collectibles to display their wealth and prestige. Of course, Eve's treasures could now only benefit Jiang Han and Eileen.

Jiang Han watched Eileen scurry up and down, while the First Witch let out delighted exclamations from time to time.

Looting really was a witch's favorite pastime... Jiang Han blankly rifled through the bookshelves.

Before she could find anything, she saw Eileen leap down from the third floor like lightning, clutching a fur rug larger than she was.

The First Witch grinned, humming as she shook her head and showed it off.

"Look what this is!"

Jiang Han blinked. Inside, she let out a little meow, and seeing Eileen's excited expression, she dearly wanted to say, 'I'm just an innocent little kitty.'

But refusing one of the greatest witches took far too much courage, so Jiang Han guessed:

"Some kind of... large magical scroll?"

Ritual magic scrolls could be that big!

Eileen stared at her in a daze, then asked pityingly:

"Sigh, what kind of hard life did you used to live...?"

Meow! Jiang Han restrained the urge to jab Eileen in the face with her tail and huffed irritably.

"A mortal life where my paternal-clan mother gave me an allowance once, my maternal-clan mother gave me one too, and they'd take our whole family to see magical crystal turtles! So what exactly is this?"

Eileen frowned as she considered what sort of life Jiang Han had described. Most witches did not have especially pleasant childhood memories—or rather, their memories of family were not particularly wonderful. At best, they remembered them as