The advantage of a portable space was that whenever she found an open area, she could open it and enter.
There was no need to worry about a witch setting her sights on such a treasure and trying to seize it by force—this was a society governed by law. Even the sort of antics European witches pulled on land-dwellers could get reported and result in fines.
In the enormous musical fountain park at Snow Phoebe Lake Market, Jiang Han paid for a picnic blanket.
Picnic parks often used picnic blankets in place of admission tickets. One cost twenty or thirty yuan, which was already quite an expensive pastime in these times.
Still, at the end of 1994, witches were fairly honest.
A single blanket could be used for an entire day. To avoid accidentally bumping into someone when she came back out after entering her folded space, Jiang Han simply bought a blanket, found a spot, spread it out, and then went in. Witches had a mysterious obsessive compulsion when it came to laws, anyway.
Once a picnic blanket had been laid out, whether or not there was a witch sitting on it, they would wait until its maximum usage time had elapsed before collecting it.
Jiang Han also ordered two picnic lunchboxes. Under the astonished gazes of a nearby land-dweller family, she carried the stacked lunchboxes—together almost half her height—into the park.
Land-dwellers, huh? So rare... Jiang Han could not help sneaking another glance back. It was a standard family of parents with two children. One was clearly a boy, but he was dressed in girls' clothes, wore light makeup, a cute wide-brimmed felt hat, and held a copy of Introduction to Level 0 Cantrips.
This pretty boy was not at all surprised by witches. Seeing Jiang Han sneak