Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

As Mi Ye pushed open the carved wooden door of Nightingale's Nest, the three o'clock bell rang out from the distant clock tower, a deep, resonant six chimes.

There were no customers in the bar yet.

The hall was empty, with tables and chairs neatly stacked in the corners. The stained glass windows filtered the last rays of twilight into warm orange and deep purple patches of light, which fell on the floor like an overturned palette.

The air was filled with a faint scent of lemon-scented cleaning agents, mixed with the lingering aroma of woody incense.

Korika was on duty today, and she kept squeezing out too much detergent when she mopped the floor.

Flores sat behind the bar, holding a white porcelain cup in her hand, from which thin wisps of steam rose.

She had already changed into her outfit for the evening's business: a burgundy fishtail dress that hugged her slender figure, long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and large gold earrings that occasionally glittered in the twilight.

Seeing Mi Ye push the door open and enter, she slightly raised her chin, and a hint of dark red flickered in her deep purple eyes in the dim light.

"You're back?"

Flores' voice was languid, as if she had just taken a nap.

Her gaze swept over Mi Ye, lingering on the small piece of rust on her cuff and the shopping bags she was carrying, and her eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Um."

Miya closed the door behind her, walked to the bar, and placed the shopping bag at her feet.

She opened her mouth, intending to organize her thoughts, but perhaps because she was too tired from running, her mind hadn't fully processed what was happening, and the words just spilled out of her mouth.

"Boss Flores, after I came out of the department store just now, two witches followed me for several blocks. I had to drive around for a long time to shake them off."

She tried to keep her tone calm as she spoke, but her hand unconsciously gripped the hem of her hoodie, indicating that she was still somewhat frightened.

Flores put down the white porcelain glass, which touched the bar counter with a soft click.

"Two witches?"

Flores repeated it.

"Yes, we started following them from the entrance of the department store and continued all the way into the alleys of the old town."

Miya wrinkled her nose.

"They don't look like robbers, nor... sent by Reminal. I don't know what they're up to."

Flores was silent for a moment, then she reached out and, just like in the morning, smoothed the stray strand of hair that was sticking up on Mi Ye's head to the side.

The movement was very light, but this time she didn't immediately withdraw her hand. Instead, she patted Miya's head gently.

"Peace of mind."

"You don't need to worry about this, I'll handle it."

Miya raised her head and met those deep purple eyes.

Flores' expression remained calm, but Miya always felt that there was something hidden inside.

"……good."

Mi Ye did not ask any further questions.

She inexplicably trusted this perpetually carefree little witch.

Perhaps it was because from the first time they met, Flores never looked at her with any scrutiny or calculation, as if she were looking at a stray cat that had wandered into the garden, neither chasing it away nor keeping it, but just occasionally placing a bowl of milk in the corner.

"Go and rest."

Flores picked up the white porcelain cup again, blew on the rim, and the steam dispersed into a small cloud of white mist in front of her.

"I have to work tonight."

Miya bent down, picked up the shopping bags, and carried the three bags upstairs.

Once inside my room, I put the shopping bags on the table and first took the laptop out of its box.

The silver-white metal casing gleamed with a warm light under the lamp. She ran her finger across the frosted surface and smiled with satisfaction.

Then plug in the power, turn it on, connect to the bar's Wi-Fi, install OBS, motion capture driver, and audio tuning software, clip the mini fill light above the monitor, and adjust the angle until the light evenly covers the entire desktop.

After everything was set up, Mi Ye took two steps back, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the live streaming equipment that belonged to her on the table.

"...It'll be soon."

She was talking to herself in front of the screen.

"Wait until I finish drawing the suit!"

Then she turned around, took two steps, and threw herself onto the bed.

Miya buried her face in the pillow, smelling the light floral scent of the laundry detergent. She turned over, lay on her back, stared at the milky white spherical chandelier on the ceiling for a few seconds, then closed her eyes and opened the panel in her mind.

A pale blue light curtain unfolded in the darkness, and rows of numbers appeared.

The first thing she looked at was the properties panel.

She could recite that string of numbers with her eyes closed when she left home in the morning.

Now, the numbers on the panel jumped for a moment and then stabilized.

[Physical Fitness: 25]

[Agility: 31]

【Intelligence: 29】

【Charm: 108】

With all her attributes approaching 30, and her agility even exceeding 30, in her own words, she was a little out of breath climbing stairs this morning, but by this afternoon she was able to outrun two adult witches in the alley.

"Evolved from a slime to something like... a mini-boss at the entrance of the starting village."

Miya carefully labeled her own combat strength, then nodded with satisfaction.

Then she opened the wishing well.

That familiar interface appeared in the center of my field of vision.

A circular pool with starry-sky-colored water, where countless points of light slowly move at the bottom, like fireflies trapped in a glass jar.

The counter by the pool displays the information.

[Available uses ×2]

I spent quite a bit of money at the department store today, plus the 1,980 yuan I spent on the computer, which is just enough for two draws.

Mi Ye took a deep breath, silently went through all the metaphysical rituals she could think of in her mind, put her hands together, believed that sincerity would bring results, and then lit the first incantation.

The pool water surged, light spots swirled, and golden streams of light burst forth from the center of the screen, illuminating her entire field of vision.

Streamer class.

Miya sat up abruptly in bed, her eyes wide open.

A new icon has appeared in the talent bar, which is a half-open eye with a gentle light flowing in its pupil.

She tapped the icon with her mind, and the descriptive text appeared.

……

[Observational Skills] Lv1 (Radiant Level)

【Effect】:

By designating a target, one can observe their personality traits, current preferences, and a hidden secret in their heart.

……

Limited to one use per day.

Miya read the passage again, then leaned back and fell back into her pillow, letting out a muffled chuckle.

"Great skill, this is really good."

She knew what this skill meant to her.

What is Nightingale's Nest? What is the job of a hostess? In short, it's about catering to different people based on their status.

To be able to tell at a glance which guest at the table is wealthy and which is just there to enjoy the air conditioning, to know what a guest wants to hear and what topics they don't like, and to push the drink they want in front of them before they even open their mouth.

The "playing the game with the person" techniques that Korika taught her were, in essence, probability games built on accumulated experience.

But the ability to read between the lines is different. With this skill, Mi Ye is the most adept maid in the entire Nightingale's Nest at reading the atmosphere, without exception.

"And what about things on your mind..."

Miya pulled the blanket over half of her face, leaving only her bright, sparkling eyes showing.

"Knowing what's on a customer's mind is the same as knowing why they've come to drink."

"With the right approach and a knack for persuasion, Sister Sylvie, who's number one in sales, your position might be in jeopardy."

She pulled the blanket over her head and laughed inside for a while before finally emerging to get some fresh air.

After finishing all that, Miya glanced at her phone.

It was just past four o'clock in the afternoon, almost six hours before Nightingale's Nest opened at ten o'clock.

She leaned against the headboard, propped up a pillow behind her back, and picked up her phone to start watching short dramas.

To be honest, the entertainment options in this world are far more abundant than in her previous life.

In my previous life, short dramas were just about watching a screen, but Bella Vita's short dramas allow you to directly access your senses through magic. VR panoramic views are standard, and more advanced ones can even synchronize with the characters' emotional fluctuations. When the protagonist cries, your eyes will also feel sore, and when the protagonist eats delicious food, your taste buds will also experience the corresponding sweetness or saltiness.

There's even a dedicated healing sensory channel. Once you turn it on, it feels like you're wrapped in a warm ball of cotton, with soft voices whispering in your ear. It's said to be incredibly effective at relieving the stress of witches working overtime.

Miya watched one movie after another.

I followed the series from "Sakura and the Moon" to "The Villainess".

Then I jumped to a short drama adapted from a light novel, titled "Buying My Classmate Once a Week".

When she looked at the time notification at the top of her phone screen again, the number had already jumped to 21:45.

"……ah."

She rolled out of bed, stepped barefoot onto the floor, and began to change into her work clothes.

Tonight's work uniform is still the same maid outfit: a black dress with a white apron, the hem of which is just above the knee, and the cuffs and collar are trimmed with a thin white lace trim.

She tied the bow on the back of her apron in front of the mirror, then bent down to fasten the buckles on her little leather shoes, and finally patted her cheeks.

In the mirror, a blonde little witch dressed as a maid is staring intently at her.

Her light golden short hair was no longer sticking out wildly like it was in the morning; it now hung quietly beside her ears, with the ends slightly curled inwards.

Her honey-colored eyes sparkled under the light, and her cheeks still had a faint pink tinge from being covered by the blankets for so long.

Miya took a deep breath, placed her hand on the doorknob, and took one last look at the new golden icon on the panel before pushing the door open and leaving.

Then she curled the corners of her lips into a smile, opened the door, and walked briskly.