Royal City Side Palace, Witch Camp.
The witches, who had already occupied nearly the entire royal palace, had grown increasingly bold. After sealing off the routes in and out, the witches in the camp shed their disguises and set up hotpots right where they were to eat.
When it came to food, witches were somewhat like the hobbits in The Lord of the Rings. Even when traveling far from home, as long as conditions allowed, they would never mistreat themselves.
Each group had its own room and, naturally, its own hotpot.
Tan Yue and Lin Shu were cooking black pepper pork shank, along with a pot of black pepper oxtail soup that felt warm just from its aroma.
"..."
Solna had borrowed Jiang Han's group's room to study a map of the area around the royal city. This, too, was due to witches' utterly unreserved racial habits:
This did not mean witches liked stealing other people's good rooms. It meant that witches with first choice would never stand on ceremony!
Simply put, if, in her previous life, a royal fan held a ranking debate over the historical standing of professional League of Legends players, and a witch took part, that witch would disregard the organizers and social grace alike and instantly lock in Lee Sang-hyeok as the undisputed greatest of all time.
So Jiang Han's group had not spared a thought for things like, 'What if the leadership comes over?' They had simply snapped up the most luxurious side palace as their camp.
Naturally, Solna had not been polite either. Under the excuse of "bringing good food to reward the employees," she had slipped in directly, bringing several group leaders with her.
Jiang Han drank the black pepper oxtail soup and felt her whole body grow hot, as comfortable as