The Cat Lamps, glowing as they drifted leisurely through the air, only occasionally flapping their wings, brought considerable light to the witches' camp.
Because the electricity was insufficient to supply every building, the witches had not built any streetlights. There were no lights along either side of the hastily cleared hay-covered paths, but Cat Lamps floated slowly through the air, occasionally letting out meowls, accompanied by countless golden, green, and deep-blue fireflies.
The canyon was especially poetic. Listening to the wind howling outside as they strolled through the canyon with Cat Lamps, even the security witches had taken their pickaxes and shovels to play in the sandy areas of the canyon, or splash around in the lake.
Meanwhile, the witches happily sorted through the gold beneath the witches' watchful eyes.
Come to think of it, witches often felt that the sorceresses lacked grandeur. For instance, when witches acquired gold, they would generally wait until they returned to the main world before considering what to do with it. Sorceresses were different—they started building high-temperature furnaces the instant they got their hands on gold, shoveled it inside, cast it into sorceress gold bars, and stored them away properly... Jiang Han also felt that sorceresses were a little too hasty. Was there really any need to cast gold bars here? Wouldn't there be loss from the fire here, too?
She looked beside her. Miss Wu Xian held a Cat Lamp's leash in one hand and a staff serving as a walking stick in the other as she strolled slowly across the hay-covered ground.
What was worth noting, however, were the dragon horns on her hat.
Jiang Han had seen this witch several times. Whether it was her witch's hat or the wide-brimmed straw hat she wore now, there had always been two pairs