After compiling the materials and arranging to watch the match with Du Lingxuan tomorrow, Jiang Han put on her shoes and took a Griffin Carriage to the Witch House.
Her diary still carried reminders of the things she had to do every day.
Even witches with multithreaded minds often forgot certain things, like checkups.
The large-scale checkup held once every season was meant to collect witches' data, as well as gather information on city happiness and Sky Island livability.
It was also meant to identify powerful witches and register them in the intelligence records.
There were no reclusive masters among witches. Every powerful witch was marked from childhood, and any mutations or unusual changes they underwent were recorded one by one. Aside from magical power, a figure that was kept rather vague, most witches' aptitude for spells could easily be collected.
Witches did not follow mainlander rules, such as not eating before a checkup. So while lining up at the Witch House, Jiang Han simply sampled the restaurant's newest dish.
Jiang Han watched as the truly beautiful Miss Li Yun plated the grilled beef and set it before her. The tender beef was sprinkled with witches' distinctive "salt honey," a bewildering assortment of strange spices, and quite a bit of mushroom ore powder, giving it the fluffy, bubbling feel of mushroom soup.
The rich scent of milk mingled with the fragrance of meat, making Jiang Han close her eyes and inhale in satisfaction.
Seeing that expression, Miss Li Yun—the gray-haired, golden-eyed girl who resembled Eileen—smiled a little happily. She reached out and affectionately pinched Jiang Han's cheek.
"You slack off and eat every time you come here."
Days when the manager doted on you were just that plain and unpretentious.
Yet Miss Li Yun was carrying a plate herself. She