Processing spoils of war, processing soil specimens, processing plant samples, mineral analysis.
...Adventuring was exhilarating, but the trouble afterward was enough to make one pass out.
Witches were not the sort of adventurers who went on a journey and came back with nothing but treasure, equipment, and unexpected encounters.
Reasonable plundering, reasonable sampling, reasonable classification—these adventurers possessed a trait that their counterparts in other worlds found bizarre.
To describe the difference in understandable terms—
It was a little like cooking. Ordinary adventurers were like ordinary people making a meal, while witch adventurers were like people measuring water with a measuring cup and weighing salt down to the gram.
After returning from her adventure, Jiang Han began handling the aftermath right in the middle of the camp hall.
Neither Lin Qiang nor Qin Shunying had returned yet. Their harvests were probably considerable too.
Once they came back, they would have to suffer for a day or two as well, properly sorting through all these samples.
...Maliciously making that guess, Jiang Han carefully picked up a test tube with silk-gloved hands.
Witches like Angelite, Kraken, and Xuelun, who casually manipulated test tubes with magic power, were in fact engaging in behavior classified as "anyone who does this is a fucking idiot" in all manner of ...operation manuals.
But there was no helping it. Witches professional enough to reach a certain level truly could ignore many operating rules, such as "smoking prohibited during alchemy."
Don't laugh—Xuelun Curie was a massive chain-smoker, and often smoked while conducting alchemy.
As a result, smoke would curl through the helmet of her protective suit, making for an extremely comical sight.
"When I reach that level, I'll puff fruit mint every day." What Jiang Han had in mind was something like a hookah, except it tasted entirely like