March 29th.
After getting off work, Jiang Han used a vintage rotary-dial telephone outside the smoking room on the Chicken Stop Plaza platform to call for a Griffin Carriage.
Beside her, Caroline, the Worm Witch, watched curiously. With her hands folded before her stomach, she walked to the smoking room door, tilted her head, and said:
"Not going for a drink?"
She's gotten addicted to drinking... But these past few days, I've been having a little drink with her after work. Feels like I could train up my alcohol tolerance this way... Jiang Han gave her a sweet smile.
"Not today."
"I see." Caroline suddenly put on a wronged expression. The flirtatious charm in her emerald eyes seemed ready to seep out as she placed her hands before her chest, gently pressing the tips of all ten fingers together. "Really not going for a drink?"
No, no! This is too much... When did this woman learn how to act cute? Is this what they mean by keeping company with ink and turning black...? Pah! Pah! Jiang Han let out a long breath and waved both hands.
"Next time, then. How about after work tomorrow?"
The Worm Witch took a small sip of air. Quietly, unlike someone who had just been acting cute, she answered with a mature single word:
"Okay."
Witches came and went outside the Chicken Stop Plaza, with Griffin Carriages arriving one after another.
Jiang Han briefly counted the frequency of the carriages and roughly estimated that the flow of people had likely increased by 60%. With Gaia's development, more and more witches were choosing South City as their first place of residence. The price of her family's house had nearly doubled, too!
Witch houses were not particularly valuable, but Jiang Han's home was close to the city