Don't Let the Cats Come

Without continuing to seize the cats' mines, Jiang Han slunk away with the waterstones from Dark Lake under the Cave Carrot Cat Lamp's "wide-eyed, pitying cat gaze."

Those thumbnail-sized waterstones might not even have been as useful as the same volume of gold, let alone spell silver.

Dark Lake's waterstones were mainly used as substitutes for the casting materials of most advanced evocation spells—though one needed to prepare plenty of them.

Witch spellcasting was divided into the rich-kid style and the normal style. The former required specific spell materials, while the latter used ordinary spell-material kits. In terms of money, every spell above fifth level cast by a rich witch required three or four hundred yuan's worth of materials.

Dark Lake waterstones were fairly excellent substitutes, so there was no need to worry about finding buyers.

The only thing to worry about was...

"Ah, it's my production speed..." Jiang Han sighed like a kitty, then took Eileen beneath the core Giant Cat Tree. The giant cats had built spiral staircases climbing through the massive trunk, along with one giant-cat den after another for the giant cats to sleep in.

One could imagine that, at its peak, more than eighty or ninety super-super-super fluffy Giant Cat Lamps would be curled up inside, glowing with warm, bright light.

The inside of the tree also held an enormous space, furnished with Cat Lamp hot springs, a Cat Lamp kitchen, and the famous Cat Lamp hatchery.

Though Cat Lamps were a very common creature, few witches knew how they reproduced. The living environment within their Giant Cat Trees had always been what witches were most curious about.

Jiang Han and Eileen found Ms. Davlin in the hatchery. The witch civil servant was rubbing the cat balls in the hatchery with a face full of