After lavishly spending magic power to create the rooms and shell for the entire mobile base, Jiang Han left the blueprints behind and returned to the castle camp.
In the camp's coordination room, she found Priscilla, just as expected, meticulously calculating the stored supplies.
She wore that beautiful black gauze dress, soft and graceful in temperament. The way she wrote so seriously really had a certain charm to it.
But this woman really was stone-faced—she did not forget to keep a smile on her face even when alone... Jiang Han grumbled inwardly, then sweetly and a little foolishly knocked twice on the door.
"Priscilla!"
The ghost witch who had been writing raised her head.
Seeing that she had her attention, Jiang Han beamed.
"Got time?"
"When my employer comes looking for me, there is no need to care whether I have time." Priscilla's lips curled upward, and her eyes narrowed slightly with her smile.
Oh! That was a polite way of saying, 'I don't have time,' wasn't it? Jiang Han put on a pleasantly surprised expression.
"Then that's great! I happen to need something from you!"
Sometimes, employers did not need particularly high emotional intelligence...
As the saying went, those who were favored always had nothing to fear.
"..." The smile on Priscilla's face visibly froze for a fraction of a second, while her purple eyes—which seemed to have changed color—widened a little.
She was probably complaining inwardly about something like, 'Oh my, so cute, my employer is so cute,' right...? Jiang Han sarcastically mocked her in her heart.
After taking a moment to process the information that 'my employer doesn't understand human speech,' Priscilla put her smile back on, rose to her feet, and said:
"I see. Then, dear Master, what is it you need from me? If I