After taking a stroll through the Future Work Scene, Jiang Han said goodbye and left.
She returned to Chen Ligu's office. By then, Chen Ligu had already used magic to appraise all those gold coins. They were worth roughly 900,000. Since the gold was pure and of good quality, it could even be sold as crafting material for more money.
After packing up the gold, Jiang Han prepared to take the money and pay off part of her debt first.
"Just how much do you owe the Final Witch?" Before Jiang Han left, Chen Ligu rubbed her hair and leaned back on the sofa, her delicate feet wrapped in black nylon stockings tapping lightly against the floor.
"A normal witch's lifetime's worth." Jiang Han let out a breath. Beneath her exquisite makeup, the gesture made her seem pitifully delicate.
Chen Ligu snorted.
"Three million?"
Jiang Han bent down and pulled on her combat boots, stamping them against the floor. Then she turned around and flashed a radiant smile.
"Then make that two lifetimes."
Night Watcher Camp, Sovereign Palace.
Since she came often, and since Jiang Han had quietly complained about the ticket prices for the Night Watcher Sky Island, hinting that she wanted a direct pass, she no longer needed to queue or pay whenever she came here. She only had to tell the Night Watchers at the entrance.
Their duty station stood by the gate—a delicate treehouse adorned with lanterns and designed in a fantasy style. Beside it were machines made of brass and forest wood, brimming with industrial beauty and excellent taste.
Normally, three people were on duty. When Jiang Han stepped inside, she saw one witch reading while the other two colleagues played computer games.
Among the Night Watchers on duty today was one of