Make a call, book an appointment, and head to the Sea Shepherds' base at the appointed time.
Though they were called Sea Shepherds, their base was built on a Sky Island. Constructed around a massive floating mountain range that spiraled upward like a staircase, it gave first-time witches the impression of some kind of Twelve Golden Palaces design—but unfortunately, it was not Greek architecture. It was German.
Kraken's residence stood atop the highest peak, complete with a vast suspended library and an energy well representing a witch's most terrifying combat power.
She was received in an office within Kraken's residence, designed like a captain's cabin from around the Age of Sail in the eighteenth century.
Huge nautical charts and the horns of hunted monsters hung on the walls. The driftwood desk was inlaid with leather, while the red-cushioned, brown-wood sofa had an especially distinctive feel.
Jiang Han curiously examined the ships in bottles, Sky Islands in bottles, and sea islands in bottles displayed on the shelves of an ornate bookcase.
This was the first time she had received such a formal reception. Whenever she had come looking for Kraken before, it had either been near the school or she had simply been brought to that villa by the school. Formally visiting the Sea Shepherds' camp like this truly was a first.
Unlike the high-tech setting she had imagined, this office possessed a far more mysterious air, brimming with nostalgia for the Age of Sail. Jiang Han spotted an alchemical coefficient chart hanging on another wall. It resembled a nine-pointed star, with thousands upon thousands of nodes. Each node was labeled with the name of a material and a small number—some were "1," some were "0.0001"—but even whole numbers had to include trailing zeroes. For instance, 1 had to be written