The family dinner welcoming Jiang Miao lasted a long time. Ms. Ye Keshu had spared no expense, ordering twelve bottles of Moon Sugar in one go for everyone to drink at home.
Jiang Han, who had made the purchase, tearfully pocketed twenty percent of the total. Buying alcohol at Witch House entitled her to the employee rate—a twenty-percent discount—with a limit of three bottles per month. Since she had never bought any before, her quota had accumulated. This time, she used up a huge portion of it in one shot, earning herself a small personal profit as well.
Corruption Level: 20%. The Imperial Inquisition could be constructed now!
At the banquet, with a rare chance to drink openly and aboveboard, Comrade Jiang Xuan single-handedly polished off ten of the bottles. Who knew how that petite body managed to pour them all down? Jiang Miao said she wanted some too, but since she was underage, she was only allowed fruit juice that tasted like non-alcoholic beer.
Ms. Ye Keshu was already struggling after a bottle and a half. Jiang Han was even worse—after half a bottle, her younger cousin carried her back to her room, completely unable to drink another drop.
She had fallen into an embarrassing drunken stupor.
"Mm... ah, my head... my head..."
Jiang Han struggled out of bed, the fragrance of fine wine still lingering beside her.
Since there was no stench of alcohol, witches could indulge in drink without worrying about social problems... That was a lie. When they were drunk, they could not practice spells or conduct experiments. However, there was a special kind of witch in the country famous for casting spells while drunk: a fifty-percent chance of unleashing an unexpected chaotic spell, a forty-percent chance of casting a low-powered spell, and a