Big Eileen's negotiations were highly successful. Angelite soon mailed the materials package to Testnango's camp, where Big Eileen handed it over to Jiang Han.
It was a suitcase as tall as Jiang Han, wrapped in fashionable snow-ox hide.
Its extravagant presentation even drew quite a few witches over to watch.
Olivia, having changed back from the Sleeping Cat Lamp into that black-haired beauty, stood in the room with her eyes half-lidded in a lazy gaze as she watched Big Eileen shut the doors and windows tight.
Big Eileen turned around.
"Sorry, but no one can know you exist just yet... Your photographs have appeared on the covers of textbooks six times. Plenty of witches would recognize you on sight..."
Holding a cup of iced baked tea, Olivia raised her brows and muttered, "That's why I hate being photographed, especially by cameras that use fire-dragon scale powder. It goes bang—just like certain witches casting Fireball Spells at me."
Cameras had already existed in Olivia's era? Well, these were witches. Anything was possible... Jiang Han recalled a book she had read recently, titled <What Things Did We Have a Hundred Years Ago That We Cannot Imagine?>. One entry read:
Back when witches still believed in God, one witch had already cobbled together a working mobile phone!
It looked somewhat like a gramophone, and supposedly allowed one to hear the "voice of Heaven."
—Later, it was proven to be one huge scam. It was just a mobile phone! The "voice of Heaven" was the voice of another witch on the other end of the call. Of course, this also proved that the witches' policy of deceiving the masses had been entirely correct—they had genuinely fooled many devout believers into thinking that "God was a busty, long-legged young woman."
"Don't put it that