Qin Shunying left after paying.
Every three steps, she looked back, just like a new mother sending her little witch off to kindergarten for the first time, her eyes all moist.
"...She'd make a very qualified mother, if she actually had a daughter," Histeria teased.
"I agree." Jiang Han pursed her lips.
After looking over the surroundings, she asked:
"So, when does my training... begin?"
"There's no need to rush." Histeria turned incorporeal and sank into the ground.
It seemed ghost witches all enjoyed this little trick.
Jiang Han stood there blankly, hugging her book as she stared at the ornate carpet and pondered for over ten seconds.
Then Histeria floated up through the carpet, two wooden-stocked, silver-trimmed Winchester rifles in hand. She looked at Jiang Han with those golden-and-red eyes and spoke elegantly:
"Personally, I believe a fishermaid must learn to use a hunting rifle. Our duties are not limited to protecting the fishponds we carry with us—we must also hunt prey, raise hunting hounds, create outdoor golf courses, and perform similar tasks. Using a hunting rifle is the simplest form of high-ranking witch social etiquette. Whenever the sun begins to rise, ladies take up their hunting rifles, bring along their trained hounds, and track their prey."
So it was like learning to play Texas Hold'em in order to socialize? Jiang Han said nothing, merely gazing at the rifles with curiosity.
"...Of course, we'll also need to study theory. But looking at you, I think you may need more social skills rather than... muddled theoretical knowledge." Histeria gave a sunny smile. "Every fishermaid is more or less the same. After all, for witches who require this much magic power, social ability is far more important than actually doing the work."
To be fair, that was true... Jiang Han laughed