"I... six times... mined ores... once again... superior... comrade."
"Hahaha, incredible, truly incredible! I'm sure Miss Cui and I will get along splendidly."
—Qin Shunying truly was a master of social graces. Even though she could barely understand what Cui Yiqi was saying, she still praised Cui Yiqi until the latter was delighted. At least, in Jiang Han's eyes, Miss Cui, who was only a little taller than herself, had her initially stern expression soften, revealing an attitude of "wanting to get close, yet unwilling to let it show," and she chatted merrily with Qin Shunying.
Incidentally, the look Miss Cui gave Jiang Han was filled with surprise, delight, and even the sort of joy one might feel upon encountering an ordinary human on a post-apocalyptic Earth. She even deliberately edged closer to Jiang Han, occasionally turning her head to look at her. Her gaze lingered atop Jiang Han's head, followed by quick, sharp bursts of laughter.
No matter how she listened, that laughter contained only two words:
[Shorty!]
Laugh, laugh, laugh! What the hell are you laughing at, shorty? Jiang Han shot Cui Yiqi a vicious glare, itching to show this dwarf what an Archwitch's fury looked like! What a shoddy, powerless Bear Triple-Combo looked like!
Qin Shunying sensed something and stepped between them, separating the two and preventing an incident of witches beating up a witch—one sure to make sensational headlines.
From Miss Cui's rapid, machine-gun-like speech, Jiang Han roughly grasped the conditions proposed by the Adventurers Association.
Condition one: the Witch Adventurers Association had to be the hired party, employed by the witches. If exploring the folded space later generated any profits, they had to be given a nominal share—though in practice, they could be given nothing.
Condition two: should the folded space spark news reports or