Patience was the tool and method by which invertebrates acquired prey.
With the witch's words, another well-intentioned transaction took place—brimming with goodwill, asking for nothing in return. Just like a merchant spending lavishly on charity, what Kraken sought was likely so expensive that Jiang Han could scarcely bear the cost.
Just as with a merchant who did charity.
And most coincidentally, Kraken, who spent money on charity, and the merchant who spent money on charity shared one thing in common: they truly had taken action and shown kindness. At least, that was how it looked to outsiders.
The Great Witch Kraken slowly sipped the ice-colored liquor in her glass and said with lazy elegance:
"Same terms as last time. I hope you can make a bottle of witch potion for me, using a specific formula to create the kind of witch potion I want. Likewise, I'll give you three chances for error. If you're interested, I can give you my memories now."
"I'm willing to try." Jiang Han had wanted to refuse, but the thought of her debts made her fall silent. She lowered her head, then quietly raised it again and said in a small voice.
"Very good." Kraken shook open her blanket and nimbly flashed off the sofa. Half a second later, her afterimage appeared in her original spot, while she had already placed a cup of blue memory solution, rich with the sweet scent of the sea, on the tea table.
A Great Witch's memories... It sounded like some high-level item from a game!
Jiang Han lifted the cup, about to drain it in one gulp.
Then she suddenly heard Kraken's voice:
"Miss."
"Hmm?" Still holding the cup half-raised, Jiang Han tilted her head in confusion.
"What do you think a hometown is?" Kraken's gaze was deep,