Gaia Space, Whiterun Island, near the camp castle.
With the document Eileen had signed in hand, Jiang Han returned to the camp castle and climbed the completed spiral staircase to the castle's master bedroom.
The master bedroom was in the typical Ghost Castle style: a fireplace covered in intricate patterns, black-and-brown candleholders, sofas of black wood with red cushions, a double bed draped in heavy yet delicately flowing orange-gold curtains, as well as enormous bookshelves and a desk.
Beside the desk stood a vast floor-to-ceiling window, through which she could clearly see the fields throughout the castle camp.
Like an ancient lord surveying her own domain.
"In the name of the First Witch, the rights to manage and develop this land—generally referring to the outer southern quarter-ring of Whiterun Island—are granted without restriction to Miss Jiang Han. In the name of witches, we hope that she will develop Whiterun Island soundly and uphold the responsibilities and obligations of a pioneer."
Holding up the document, Jiang Han read it through with a beaming smile.
She had never expected Eileen's honesty to rival Lilith's. The moment she bought the island, Eileen handed over the document granting its development rights.
And the fee was cheap too—only a 91.75% gold mine development tax. Compared to the Witch Agency's 99.25% gold mine development tax, this was practically a kickback!
Bracing herself against the desk with her left hand, she rose onto her tiptoes, heels lifted off the floor, and stretched out her right hand to place the document into a file rack on the bookshelf.
The contract was still made in quintuplicate, and this copy could only be considered a backup... After filing away the development agreement, Jiang Han took out a stack of contracts from the document pouch, all employment contracts made in triplicate.