After working diligently for a week, Jiang Han received the extra pay as promised.
The high quality of Jiang Han's Evaluation of Witch Island No. 92 was unanimously praised by the witches and magic-born women of the No. 92 Witch Association.
And it had nothing to do with Kraken and the others. In her previous life, she had often been a minor leader, after all. Whether these evaluation reports were actually useful was another matter, but purely in terms of prose and thoroughness, they were exceptionally polished. It was just that she habitually wrote things like [study...], [progress...], [advance steadily and surely...], [unyielding and unbending...], and [implement step by step...].
Where had the witches of this world ever seen reports packed with one set of such phrases after another, ones that even read with a faint rhythm?
Naturally, they all gave Jiang Han high scores!—Unfortunately, those high ratings only affected Jiang Han's "potential market" and came with no bonus.
After waving goodbye to Ji Nan, the witch sent by City Hall, Jiang Han caught a ride home in Sea Shepherd Xu Wenji's carriage.
The Griffin Carriage had recently developed self-driving technology. With only an additional device, it could automatically find its route—and among the relatively technologically advanced Sea Shepherds, beta versions were already in use before the device had even been released...
Xu Wenji took an enormous birdcage out of the carriage. Inside was an Old English Sheepdog wearing an inexplicably stern expression.
Its expression was so severe that Jiang Han couldn't help glancing at Xu Wenji. This witch among the Sea Shepherds also spoke to the birdcage with a somewhat solemn look.
"Luoluo, we're heading for the Sky Island residential district near All-Things Street."
"Fully understood." The Old English Sheepdog answered in a low, magnetic female voice.
...This dog's