Name Your Price

In her residence on Snow Phoebe Lake's inner ring, Jiang Han and Qin Shunying sat in the conference room where the starlight and moonlight shone most beautifully, gazing westward through the open floor-to-ceiling windows.

Thick clouds swaddled an air of mystery. Specks of light glittered within them in harmony with the starlight—the glow shed by the cat lamps after they had been swept into the clouds.

The little things were having the time of their lives.

"What exquisite taste. I suggest building an observation deck here. You could also enjoy the night view with me from the upper floor of the Witch House tavern," Qin Shunying said.

The manager of Witch House's South City branch possessed a dazzlingly mad temperament—the sort of woman who made one wonder, halfway through a conversation, whether she might suddenly do something utterly unhinged. But judging by her looks alone, Jiang Han could guarantee:

Right in my strike zone!

But more importantly, I should mention the task the Grand Council gave me... Heh, with no civil servants watching over me, don't blame the cat... Jiang Han took a sip of tea wine. Thinking of the immense profits soon to arrive, while savoring the fragrance of this excellent tea wine, put her in an especially fine mood.

This tea wine was a special export from the overseas Sea Siren Islands and other worlds, supplied exclusively to Kraken!

It needed cat lamps and dragons to transport it along the way. After Jiang Han gave her word, Kraken had been reasonably willing to let some cat lamps handle the delivery of this premium tea wine. Although cat lamps transported goods more slowly than giant dragons, they were steadier. The damage rate for the wine had thus fallen from the dragons' 4.5% to 1.25%, earning Jiang Han lavish rewards