After getting up the following afternoon, Jiang Han first withdrew the wages that had piled up in her mailbox.
Secretarial work, filming work, police work, promotional work, selling alcohol for Witch House, roll-call fees.
And the work she took on under the name Wings.
Altogether, it amounted to dozens of times the income of witches her age.
It finally allowed Jiang Han to pay off her debt to Kraken, her low-interest bank loan, and the money she owed her friends. Though her friends had all seemed rather surprised when she paid them back, as if they had never imagined:
'A pretty girl borrows money from you, then pays it back on her own before the deadline.'
It really was rather fantastical.
"Phew..." Jiang Han patted her chest and let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Waaah, doesn't that mean I'm almost out of savings...?"
Sitting on a bank bench, she looked mournfully at her passbook. The number in it had fallen below four digits; she only had a few hundred left, an amount so small she did not even dare go out and buy alchemical materials.
Alchemical materials were even more unpredictable than potion ingredients. Rare treasures occasionally appeared on the market without any witch recognizing them, and that was when opportunities arose.
Jiang Han had once seen someone mistake Dragon Scale Jade from a legendary dragon for Vermilion Blood Jade, the primary ingredient in a level-six potion. Vermilion Blood Jade was not cheap either, but the difference in value was fifty or sixtyfold... Unfortunately, her pockets had been empty at the time, and another alchemist witch had bought the Dragon Scale Jade.
Whenever she thought about how she had brushed past 'making a few hundred thousand,' her heart ached!
With an empty passbook and an equally empty heart, Jiang