“Hmm, another witch is up. And she’s riding a broom.”
Just as Lan Qingyou was thinking things might get troublesome, Ruan Qingyi, who was beside her, handed over her tablet.
“This should be a witch from your faction, right? After all, she’s not wearing a white witch outfit.”
Lan Qingyou recognized the light blue figure instantly.
“Her name is Alice. I think you’d get along with her.”
“Get along with me?”
“Yeah, she’s a witch who loves light blue Western-style dresses.”
“Is that so? Then we really would get along. Let me think about how to handle this.”
Looking at Alice’s petite frame on the screen, Ruan Qingyi, the fashion designer, was already plotting what kind of clothes to make for her.
After the reminder, Lan Qingyou also pulled up Alice’s combat footage.
Compared to her own match, which had over eight billion simultaneous viewers—something she suspected was heavily pushed by the world consciousness—the other matches were displayed in small-screen format.
On a small tablet, a single page contained over a dozen arena windows.
If you wanted to focus on someone specific, you had to find them by their arena number, and the fight had to be one that lasted a while.
If a match ended in dozens of seconds or a few minutes, there might not even be time to search for it.
“Is this Alice strong?” Gu Xiaobei asked Lan Qingyou, looking at the blue-clad witch on the screen who seemed to be about the same age as her.
“Among the witches I know, her attack power is in the top tier.”
Although she hadn't yet seen what kind of Magic Eye Ursula—the one Diana had been pushing so hard—possessed, Lan Qingyou felt that if she had to choose between Ursula, Nangong Lengyue, and Alice, she would recommend Alice first.
Don't be fooled by the fact that Alice was a bit boisterous, much like Gu Xiaobei and Vivian.
In terms of attack power, she was definitely among the elite witches. And that was even though her Magic Eye was an auxiliary-type.
If it were an attack-type or an enhancement-type, she might have to do some even more thorough clearing.
However, in Alice's own words, without that auxiliary Magic Eye, she wouldn't have been able to complete those self-created spells, so she had no regrets.
“Is that so? Then I’d better watch closely,” Gu Xiaobei said. Seeing how highly Lan Qingyou thought of her, she immediately enlarged the screen and began watching with rapt attention. After all, she would have to go onto the battlefield eventually.
While she could also surrender, she felt she should at least hold out for five minutes.
Why five minutes?
Because Vivian had been defeated by Lan Qingyou in just over four minutes.
If she wanted to mock Vivian, she naturally had to 'walk the walk' herself. Only with a verifiable track record could she better strike at her friend.
She knew she wasn't an expert in combat.
In matches like the one Lan Qingyou just had, involving things like tactical deception, she would probably fall for it instantly.
Therefore, she needed to understand the combat capabilities of potential opponents to make herself last a little longer.
“Speaking of which, has the flying broom on the Witch side reached the stage where it can be mass-produced?”
At that moment, Olf also leaned over with a tablet.
On his screen was another witch with long white hair, Nangong Lengyue.
Like Alice, Nangong Lengyue was also riding a flying broom.
When addressed, Lan Qingyou looked over and was also a bit confused.
The thing looked familiar, similar to her own magic broom, but it was definitely not the same.
After all, her magic broom’s only function was automatic sweeping; it couldn't fly at all. But the flying brooms these two were riding were undoubtedly capable of flight.
Because she was looking through a screen, Lan Qingyou couldn't see the specific structure of the flying broom.
But one thing was certain: this was indeed the first time she had seen it.
It was likely a new toy recently created by a certain witch who loved traveling, but it was great that it was successful.
Thinking of the person who had taken her Lightness Potion recipe and samples, Lan Qingyou felt a slight surge of excitement.
However, judging by the fact that Ursula wasn't riding a broom, the person probably only had time to rush out these two.
With that thought, Lan Qingyou pulled out her card.
The information on it confirmed her suspicion.
It was indeed a rush job, but they had managed to produce three. Ursula had one too, but she didn't seem to be using it?
Did she not like the feeling of flying?
Lan Qingyou scrolled down in confusion and then saw Ursula’s feedback.
Good grief.
It wasn't that she didn't like it; she just felt the flying broom was a bit impractical and wanted to pay for a custom-made version herself.
Well, everyone had their own hobbies and aesthetics.
Lan Qingyou actually felt that the uniform attire of those white-robed witches lacked character.
“Yes, but it’s still in the trial production phase. Mass production probably won't happen until the machinery for the production line is finished.”
After a quick scan to get the inside scoop, Lan Qingyou nodded and admitted it.
“Sigh... ever since you witches got your industrial zone, I’ve lost you as a big client. My orders have dropped by ten percent,” Olf said somewhat mournfully after receiving the confirmation.
Although his words were a bit dramatic, the situation was indeed true.
While the industrial zone in Typhon City primarily focused on the golem industry and didn't conflict with the machinery produced in his factory, since they now had a complete production chain, they naturally didn't need to bother Olf with smaller items.
So, a decrease in orders from Lan Qingyou was inevitable.
However, while orders from Lan Qingyou’s side had decreased, orders from Shang Chuan’s side had increased—especially for large equipment like large thrusters for ships.
Overall, his business was stable and flourishing.
“Haha, don’t worry. We still really need things like gear regulators,” Lan Qingyou laughed at Olf’s comical expression and then gave him some reassurance.
“Oh! How many do you want?” Olf immediately perked up at the mention of an order.
“How about starting with a hundred thousand?” Lan Qingyou said, holding up an index finger uncertainly.
“Only a hundred thousand?”
“A hundred thousand already requires my chief administrator to approve the vouchers before I can place the order. You didn't think it was still like the old days where a verbal agreement was enough to seal a deal, did you?”
Faced with Olf’s dissatisfaction, Lan Qingyou simply rolled her eyes at him.
Though she said that, Lan Qingyou honestly didn't like this new feeling.
In the past, everyone was on their own; they could play however they wanted and avoid wasting time, which was very convenient.
But now, everyone had a large business and subordinates to manage and support.
So, things could no longer be as casual as before.
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