The Weaving Maids were absolutely master-level. Through nothing but patching, tinkering, hammering, and banging away with tools, they had somehow built a base vehicle from scratch.
It even underwent six rounds of modifications along the way, gaining all manner of functions.
The most crucial part was the core steam greenhouse Mela had designed herself.
By using witches' magical energy, they had pushed the steam engine in one go to the level of an ultimate furnace. Then, with vast quantities of magic-guiding materials, they spread the heat throughout the greenhouse's botanical garden and pools, creating both a hot spring that could travel with the base vehicle and high-temperature soil capable of growing heat-resistant potatoes.
The Weaving Maid Clan's ability to suck up was enough for certain races to study for a lifetime.
They did not say anything bootlicking—they simply did the things bootlickers did in silence!
That hot spring, usable along with the base vehicle, was already enough to delight Jiang Han.
The following afternoon, Griffin Carriages streaked across the sky one after another.
Having accepted an invasion... ahem, a commission to travel to another world, Jiang Han finally needed a servant army of her own. She needed a modest-sized legion to handle miscellaneous tasks, and she also needed to learn from the principles of her senior witches:
"Diminish the war potential of other races, and forge mixed races with witches as their absolute core."
Witches used servant armies not merely for their military strength, but also to select talent—to sift out useful geniuses from other races and absorb them into witchkind.
...Of course, the method was not particularly friendly.
Once they confirmed that a creature possessed extraordinary talent and might grow into an elite witch, witches would forcibly inject it with six times the standard dose of witch