"Sisters."
Chen Ligu said this meaningfully, while also "inconspicuously" sweeping a glance over the cracks on Jiang Han's face.
"Little sisters."
Qiao Rou's face reddened as she too "inconspicuously" glanced at the crack radiating powerful magic.
"Good sisters."
Chu Yujun smiled, her tone exaggerated. "The elder sisters' magic isn't much good. I've just broken twenty-five thousand—what about you, Gu Bao?"
"Thirty-two thousand."
Chen Ligu played along.
"..."
"Sigh, look at us three sisters, we're just ordinary folk with a bit over twenty thousand..."
While Chu Yujun spoke eloquently, Qiao Rou said coldly, "I'm at eighteen hundred."
"..."
After two seconds of silence, Chu Yujun raised her brows. "Sorry."
She pointed at the Nightmare Triplets, who were fiercely rallying themselves, and said gravely, "We don't have enough magic, so even if we wanted to self-destruct, we couldn't. You blow yourself up first—preferably blow up most of this city—then we'll clean up slowly afterward... If that really doesn't work, the elder sisters will buy you another puppet and let you blow up again. That should be alright, right?"
Qiao Rou chimed in, "I can guarantee that the Witch Agency will provide you with purchasing eligibility."
The two little sisters traded line after line, roasting Jiang Han over the fire.
Jiang Han looked at them, slowly took off her gloves, and said nothing.
"..."
"Alright, alright... This puppet body of yours will be reimbursed through the agency's public account. How about that?"
Chen Ligu spoke with difficulty.
It was nearly five thousand. That was enough for the agency to hold a lavish reward party, or even hire a delicate, pretty young witch to wear a maid outfit and come clean every evening. A witch maid like that earned less than five hundred a week, though food and lodging had to be included, along