Near All-Things Trade Street stood a newly built witch nest: Sky Island.
Its exterior looked somewhat like an enormous pinecone, with a multi-layered design. Every villa residence in the nest came with a sunlit garden and half a house, a slightly eerie storeroom, and a study standing alone in the garden, as well as the tofu-grinding basement every witch needed—meaning that kind of tofu-grinding, not the kind requiring two witches and the proper essential oils.
Standing in for Chen Ligu, Jiang Han brought out her wine-selling skills and introduced the place to Yamamura Chizuko:
"This residential complex has a large number of fluorescent flowers and a concealed design. There are only two exits: one from your garden leading outside Sky Island, and the other an underground passage leading to the clubhouse at the center. It's convenient and private, suitable for doing your own things..."
It was her first time here too, but she had read the materials. She deliberately took Chizuko to look at the fluorescent flowers. From the outside, the witch-nest Sky Island looked like a floating island, but inside it resembled a tiny honeycomb, each cell containing a house and a garden.
It was a nice house. Buying it would probably cost a great deal. It suited single middle-class witches, or two best friends, or even three best friends—because as the witch proverb went: "Besties, besties, honey on their lips. Besties, besties, secrets in their chambers."
Which meant that when two best friends moved into the same house, things like "Happy Egg-Laying" could easily happen—stories unspeakable, unseeable, and wondrous beyond words.
"Not bad. Just a little cold, if you're outdoors." Wrapped up like a rice dumpling yet somehow still looking alluring, Yamamura Chizuko spoke in stiff but fluent Chinese.
Honestly, at this rate, Jiang Han knew a witch