Jiang Han and Lilian exchanged a glance, their eyes brimming with questions—and the sentiment of, "You're really reliable, aren't you?"
Lilian spoke as though consoling herself:
"...Heh, honestly, why are young people always in such a rush?"
"...If worst comes to worst, I'll put the chicken's original mechanical heart back in, then go home and fetch the heart."
Jiang Han turned toward the garbage disposer. Facing the steaming gears it spewed out, she slowly raised her head with a blank expression and stared silently at Lilian.
The witch, who was taller than Jiang Han's sister and in better shape too, yet far less reliable than her, stiffened.
She stared at the pile of gears, then at her own hands, while the chicken let out a snidely mocking laugh.
"Hehe."
Hehe, why are young people always in such a rush? Jiang Han kept supplying magic power, gazing up at the sky with the air of a lofty sage detached from worldly affairs. It had nothing to do with her anyway. Lilian could explain the mess she had made to Du Lingxuan herself.
Xuanbao might subject Lilian to a little verbal violence.
Du Lingxuan, master of language, teaching you how to disgust your teammates without ever uttering a curse!
Judging by how much she cared, she might keep it up for a year or two!
Jiang Han was not being sarcastic for no reason. Xuanbao's reputation had always been that she was "good at financial management." Among witches, a relatively bad reputation was being "stingy," which was more or less the same thing. It was just that no one wanted Xuanbao to catch them and mock them with veiled barbs, so they could only mock her instead: "Xuanbao really knows how to manage her finances."
Even a witch so skilled at financial