This was not vacation time, but rather a crucial moment for welcoming the business of the new year.
Many witches believed that a good beginning would always lead to a good continuation.
This stood in stark contrast to their usual disdain for fatalism and the existence of destiny.
Holding a glass of mango juice, Jiang Han smiled as she bid Kraken and Histeria farewell. The two had to return to sort out their businesses, Kraken especially—she ran a seafood restaurant known only within their circle as an annual pastime. Histeria was even more formidable: she had to help Dinesha's new album climb the charts while also launching a new generation of Lolita-style violins.
Watching them leave, Jiang Han tipped her head back and drained the mango juice in one gulp.
Heh, witches... They say they don't believe, yet even witches standing at the summit like Histeria and Kraken still had their little superstitions.
She set the glass down on a small table beside her.
Before she could react, the glass floated up by itself.
The little glass passed over chairs and barriers before landing on the bar. Kang Xinyu behind the counter smiled and waved at her, then lowered her head again, patiently polishing a glass as though, in the entire club, that was the only matter worthy of her attention.
...Very mysterious, but I have to briefly shatter this scene again. It wasn't convenient to ask while they were here just now; it would take some time, and I was afraid they'd delay their business to accommodate me... Jiang Han supported her waist with one hand and strolled slowly toward the bar.
She casually picked up a glass of low-proof ale from a dining table, walked up to the bar, sat on a high stool, and smiled at Kang