The more significant the information, the harder it was to keep completely secret.
On the magical side, it was possible to ensure that not a single word leaked out. But in a world where communication three hundred years ago was already like the internet age of another Earth in 2018, a complete absence of news and magical lockdown was itself highly conspicuous. Thus, more and more witches learned of the enormous folded space.
Even the Landfolk! had heard about it. They had begun stockpiling the fruits of magical plants at home, preparing to ride the wave and sell them at sky-high prices!
Under such circumstances, witches' societies and secret communications surfaced throughout every corner of South City. Jiang Han had even received an offer from Kraken—she was only one interview away from starting the job... or rather, from being solicited? From Wings buying her out with sponsorship and technical support?
Sigh, why do I always run into this sort of thing... It feels like every profession I've worked in gives people the wrong idea. Look at these jobs of mine! "Selling alcohol," "calling names," "technology and money transactions"—none of them sound respectable... She wallowed in self-pity for a moment as she pulled her cloak tighter around herself.
The weather was a little cold.
It was currently 11:55 p.m. on the 27th, at the Cloudway Transit Central Station in South City.
Cloudways were a means of transportation in the witch world. Certain special rituals anchored the clouds in place, after which tracks were built upon them for rail airships. It looked somewhat like flying kites: tough synthetic metal cables on the tracks held the fast-moving, steadily balanced airships in tow as they sped along the rails.
They could travel between two continents in under an hour. Of course, travelers arriving from