Chapter 613 – Forest Veil Tree Wall

“Not at all! I just studied at the Imperial Magic Academy for a while, then worked as a chef on Delicacy Island for a few days,” Mo Lan said with great modesty.

Speaking of Delicacy Island, she hurried to turn all the dishes she had made while running her shop there into gourmet cards and listed them in the Dawn Society’s Card Shop.

Of course, she didn’t forget the magical candies she had sold in the Holy City either — she made those into gourmet cards and listed them as well.

“Back then, you only attended the Witch Academy for a few years, and you managed to learn all of Witch Magic.”

Amisha understood Mo Lan’s overachieving nature all too well:

“These cards of yours, combined with the ‘use now, pay later’ benefit — for witches at Peak level and below, the level of protection rivals Firework Blast! No! It should be even stronger than Firework Blast. At least witches at Peak level and below have a ceiling on their magical power, so even with Firework Blast amplifying their destructive output, there’s still a limit. But these Magic Cards come in all levels of strength — it’s practically no different from having a Beyond Peak powerhouse as a personal bodyguard.”

“I’m afraid that once the other races suddenly learn what happened to Lady Anita, they’ll take out their old grudges on the witches. With these cards, I can rest a little easier.

After all, the existence of the Dawn Society can only intimidate those who have brains and understand what’s at stake.”

Mo Lan wasn’t afraid of clever people declaring war on the witches after careful deliberation — she was afraid of fools acting on impulse and lashing out at whatever witch happened to be nearby.

Caught off guard, some young witches might actually fall victim.

“Even if the witch population is small, there are still nearly thirty thousand. Even assuming everyone honors their debts and repays what they owe, the time gap in between could cause you massive losses over a period. Can you really afford that?

Witches who have ventured beyond the Wilds are no hothouse flowers. With your Communication Cards, every witch across the entire world of Valen has already received the message and is prepared to handle the crisis.

Death is something every witch must face on her path of growth. You really don’t have to do all this.”

Amisha understood her concerns, but she couldn’t help worrying about the losses Mo Lan would have to bear — especially given her track record of wanting to run a business at a loss just because she had goodwill toward her people.

Mo Lan shook her head and insisted:

“While witches value independence and freedom, how could a witch who truly grew up in this family built on mutual trust just stand by and watch her companions face life-and-death trials when she has the means to help?

Only by staying alive can you walk further. Once you’re dead, there’s nothing left.

Lady Anita gave up her chance to rapidly strengthen herself and chose to share 《Fireworks Magic》 only with witches, becoming their shield for protecting their own lives.

I want witches to have a card or two up their sleeves when they face a true life-or-death crisis — something to help them escape danger.

I believe that, given the education witches have always received, none of them would become dependent on my cards, nor would they delay repayment when they have the means to pay.

As long as they’re alive, they can continue providing me with more magical power.

So in the end, I’ll only lose a little on the witches who used the cards but still didn’t survive. From everyone else, I’ll absolutely come out ahead!

As for the time gap…”

Mo Lan glanced at the countless zeros in the Book of Cards’ “Stored Energy” column, then looked at the energy income report, and said with confidence: “My energy reserves are beyond your imagination. A single minute of income is more than enough to support every witch using dozens of Magic Card — Long-Range Teleportation tier cards per day, and then some. There absolutely won’t be any problems!”

Amisha did the math on the price of a Magic Card — Long-Range Teleportation, and completely lost any desire to keep persuading her. The way she looked at Mo Lan shifted from “selfless fool” to “obscenely wealthy heiress.”

She had assumed Mo Lan’s method of helping other witches would seriously harm her own interests. In reality, what Mo Lan was offering was pocket change to her.

It wasn’t that Amisha was foolish — it was that the wealth gap was beyond anything she could have imagined!

If she herself were this rich, she too would want nothing more than to give every graduating young witch a life-saving trump card.

All that talk of independence and freedom could be set aside when lives were on the line. Witches aspired to and pursued independence and freedom — they weren’t so rigid as to refuse adaptation when death was staring them in the face!

Amisha thought to herself that she’d never again have to worry about Mo Lan hurting herself for the sake of the witch race. With Mo Lan’s wealth, a single shake of her robes would scatter enough gold dust to gild every witch alive.

Seeing Madam Amisha’s gaze grow increasingly uncomfortable to endure, Mo Lan quickly changed the subject: “Headmistress, you called this the Forest Veil Ironthorne Tree Wall Barrier just now? Is it different from the tree wall barrier at the Witch Academy?”

“Yes! I combined the Forest Veil Tree Wall Barrier with Sylph’s mutant Ironthorne Trees to create this upgraded Forest Veil Ironthorne Tree Wall Barrier.

They don’t just form a defensive barrier that only permits specific people to enter — they also skewer anyone who forces their way in like a pincushion, drain their blood, and bloom into beautiful thorn flowers. Most critically, these mutant Ironthorne Trees are immune to fire damage, which ordinary plants fear, and their branches are as hard and sharp as steel,” Amisha explained.

“Mutant Ironthorne Trees?” Mo Lan had indeed seen Sylph list Seed Card — Mutant Ironthorne Tree and its corresponding Hybrid Magic cards in the shop.

She hadn’t expected these trees could also be combined with the Forest Veil Tree Wall Barrier to create the Forest Veil Ironthorne Tree Wall Barrier.

At a glance, it was far more imposing than the tree wall at the Witch Academy.

“Sylph has come back too, hasn’t she? I heard she’s settled in Emerald Creek Plains and is already preparing to build her Witch’s home. Headmistress, do you know where she lives?”

“I do. After you pass through the tree wall, fly southeast for about an hour, and you’ll see a plantation. That’s where Sylph lives.”

Amisha continued: “In recent years, quite a few witches have chosen to return to the Wilds and build their Witch’s homes in Emerald Creek Plains. This area has been getting livelier and livelier!”

Mo Lan had heard as much.

After what happened to Lady Anita, many witches had changed their original plans, returning from all across Valen and choosing to settle in various places along the borders of the Wilds.

Emerald Creek Plains, lacking any natural defensive advantages from its terrain and bordering the combat-loving humans, was the most popular choice among witches.

Calling it settling was really just another form of stationing themselves — treating their Witch’s homes as part of the border’s defensive force.

Take Madam Amisha, for example — she herself had been living along the border for a long time now. But she hadn’t built a Witch’s home. Instead, she had been continuously patrolling the border, devising ways to strengthen its defenses, living wherever her path took her.