Inside the third-floor reception room of the Witch House.
This was where witches who had eaten and drunk their fill held private conversations. Most witches were still enjoying the Witch House's services and facilities on the first or second floor, while those with business to discuss entered the reception room.
It had a vaulted ceiling three times the height of an ordinary room, adorned with exquisite murals and fixtures. A huge round table and high-backed chairs stood in the center. From Jiang Han's experience working here, the room's soundproofing was excellent: its thick hollow wooden walls were filled with Ink Spring, replaced every three days. Once the double doors made from Tranquil Trees were shut, even dolphin-pitched screams inside would not leak out in the slightest. It was perfectly suited for secret discussions.
Jiang Han, Chen Ligu, and Chu Yujun entered the reception room as attendants. They were followed by Lilith, Kraken, Qin Shunying, and several witches who had only come to the Witch House halfway through the celebration banquet, dressed in witch robes and long gowns.
Qin Shunying personally pushed in a cart loaded with drinks and switched on the extremely power-hungry air filtration system.
Many witches smoked when discussing business. Without opening the windows, the entire room would fill with smoke; but opening them would render the confidentiality measures useless. Thus, witches had invented pure-magic air filtration devices, which could suck in smoke and produce fresh air. They were extremely convenient, aside from the massive amount of electricity they consumed.
Kraken chose a seat and sat down, placing both hands on her lap as she said in an even voice, "Ladies, everything said here will remain here forever, unless we reach substantive progress or fulfill substantive terms and agreements of cooperation. Do we agree?"
"Agreed..."
"Agreed!"
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