When witches moved through circles of power, there were a few things they had to keep in mind:
First, no matter how good your relationship was with those witches who played with power, never get too close to them.
Second, the less you knew, the safer you were—a distinctive form of disguised agnosticism.
Lastly, as long as a cat went meow-ow, meow-ow, it didn't need to know everything!
Jiang Han slipped happily out of the VIP room. From the princess sleeve of her dress, she pulled out her Cat Cup, then held it as she stared at the drinks on the long table in the lounge with the eyes of a predator watching its prey.
First, fill up ten liters.
As she approached the long table, she noticed Priscilla there as well, so she went over to greet her.
"Primila! Planning to show off your skills today? Hunting is your forte, isn't it?"
Hunting in the witch world restricted the use of spells. Using magic meant forfeiting. That was why they used all manner of classical rifles as hunting tools, which was an advantage for most Ghost Witches. Besides bone-devouring swords, Ghost Witches were also known for rifle shooting.
Of course, whether they were actually good shots was another matter. Still, after practicing with guns for so long, they had to be at least somewhat competent.
After all, marksmanship was fed on bullets.
The only witch Jiang Han had ever seen with truly terrifying shooting skills was Blind Treasure.
Priscilla turned around, instinctively glanced downward, then smiled again.
"Cute cat witch, what a coincidence. Drawn here by the scent of food?"
Of course... that was what Jiang Han thought, but she couldn't say it. Instead, she merely said in an adorable voice:
"I saw you over here."
"Is that really