After disguising themselves, Jiang Han took the lead while Chen Ligu followed behind, imitating the nightmare creatures as they ambled forward at a leisurely pace.
But whether there was a problem with their disguises or they had given themselves away somewhere, the moment the two tried to slip forward alongside the last batch of nightmare creatures, they were stopped by a guard.
The nightmare guard had the multi-jointed appearance witches typically despised, along with a head that looked much like a wild boar's.
"You're late, so your pay will be docked!"
Just as Jiang Han was considering whether to take advantage of the nightmare creatures having gone far away to kill this thing, the nightmare boarman snorted and wheezed, speaking in clumsy Witch tongue:
"Also, you—you need to write a report! Explain why you were late!"
"We weren't late, were we?"
Chen Ligu asked in surprise, pointing at the nightmare creatures whose backs were still visible ahead.
The boarman snorted and wheezed twice more.
"One second slow still counts as being late. You're wasting your life like this—do you even want to improve?!"
At this point, its speech suddenly became fluent. It had probably said those words a thousand times.
It stretched out a hand and slammed it against the notice board beside it.
Jiang Han looked over and saw the following written on it:
[Work more, be late less. Work ten extra seconds every day, and your life will become vastly different. The secret to success lies in these few seconds.]
Even with a witch's work efficiency, Jiang Han could rack her brains dry and still not imagine what difference ten extra seconds of work could possibly make in someone's life.
She did not understand, did not want to understand, and did not want to waste time writing