Chapter 694 – Dreamweaver World 32

Mo Lan’s list grew longer and longer. Even with the Transcription Spell to assist her recording, it consumed most of the morning.

When the name of the last skill book was written down, the long sheet of bark paper had already spread across the entire small Living Room.

She surveyed the hefty list with satisfaction. “If this trade goes through, I’ll be able to gather all the Magic knowledge in the Beginner Zone much faster and head over to the Exploration Zone sooner.”

However, to bring this list into the dream realm, she would need to borrow the power of the Book of Cards.

Mo Lan fed the entire thick list to the Book of Cards as raw material, using it to design a {Supply List} card.

That evening, after entering the dream realm, the first thing she did was materialize the card.

Since it was made from bark paper crafted from the inner bark of Greenwood Village’s signature giant trees, the paper itself was two to three times thicker than ordinary paper.

The long list, rolled into a bundle, had a diameter comparable to an adult’s arm and stood about as tall as the solid wood bar stool by the window.

Mo Lan tried lifting it — the weight was equally astonishing.

“Thank goodness the adventurer’s backpack storage rules only check for completeness…” she thought gratefully. As long as something was classified as “a single item,” no matter how large it was, it could be stored whole inside the backpack.

The giant scroll vanished before her eyes, leaving only a miniaturized bark scroll icon displayed in her backpack inventory.

After that, Mo Lan shifted into her tit form and flew through the darkness of night toward the various plant transformation classes.

It was currently nighttime in the dream realm. Courses during this period were relatively few and concentrated in the first half of the night.

The Ghost Grass invisibility technique class, the Nightglow Cereus blooming detail class, the Dark Night Vine strangling techniques… By the time the last class ended, the moon had already begun to dip westward.

Mo Lan shifted back into her Shadow Night Cat form, padding with elegant steps along the quiet vine-covered path. The night breeze brushed through her black fur, carrying a slight chill.

From a distance, she could already see Downs pacing back and forth anxiously along the vine-covered corridor outside the Heartwood Inn.

He looked like he had been waiting for quite some time — the collar of his uniform was damp with a patch of night dew.

When Mo Lan appeared in her Shadow Night Cat form at the far end of the corridor, he shot to his feet, his legs so numb he nearly tripped over himself. He quickly feigned composure, steadying himself against the vine railing. “You’re finally here! I thought you were going to stand me up…”

“Sorry, something held me up for a bit.”

Mo Lan leaped lightly onto the corridor railing, reducing the height difference between her Ghost Cat form and him. She took her time licking her paw before retrieving the giant scroll from her backpack.

With a dull thud, the scroll landed at Downs’s feet, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

“This is…” Downs’s eyes went wide.

“I rented a warehouse from Old Groot. Here’s the spare key. Whenever you’ve gathered everything on this list and stored it in the warehouse, that’s when I’ll tell you how to acquire skill points.” Mo Lan tossed him a leaf-shaped key. Nobody’s backpack could hold everything on the list, and the dream realm had no magical contracts to bind transactions. Only when everything was stored in a warehouse she herself had rented would she be willing to share what she knew.

At her words, Downs fumbled frantically with the vine binding. The heavy bark paper unfurled with a loud rustle, rolling out a considerable distance across the ground.

He scrambled after the scroll for several steps before managing to pin down one end.

When he made out the densely packed entries covering it, his jaw nearly hit the floor. “You call this a list? This is practically the entire inventory of a Federation warehouse!”

The tip of Mo Lan’s tail tapped the ground unconsciously. Though she felt a twinge of guilt inside, her tone was perfectly matter-of-fact. “It’s written on a single sheet of paper and can be stored in a backpack all at once — how does that not count as one list?”

She hopped lightly onto the unrolled list, her paw landing precisely on the notes section at the end. “Look carefully — I only need one of everything.”

Downs crouched down and squinted at the notes.

Indeed, every item was clearly marked with “one copy,” “one set,” or “one volume” — it just wasn’t very conspicuous, squeezed between the dense lines of text.

He let out a long breath, his expression finally softening somewhat. “Well, the list is certainly… er… diverse in its categories, but if you only need one of each…”

His finger traced down the entries as he gradually regained the composure of a professional investigator. “One copy of a Shadow Tribe residency guarantee letter, one set of Shadow Tribe race-conversion ritual materials, one Shadow Hunter profession invitation letter, one volume oferta《Professional Skill Book — Shadow Walk》…”

His voice grew quieter as he read on, until finally he couldn’t help voicing his confusion. “But this is way too varied, isn’t it? From residency guarantee letters and race-conversion ritual materials to profession invitation letters and skill books — are you trying to build a faction by collecting every race, profession, and skill book in the Beginner Zone of the dream realm? But what use is just one of each?”

“That’s none of your concern. I have my own uses for them!”

Mo Lan had no intention of explaining her plans to him — she couldn’t risk him guessing the method for acquiring skill points. She simply stated:

“My demands really aren’t that steep. These are all standard materials obtainable within the Beginner Zone. For your Federation, they’re just items sitting in warehouse stock — no difficulty in acquiring them whatsoever. It just takes a bit of time and effort.”

Downs scanned the list while doing quick mental calculations, his brow gradually smoothing out. “True… although the variety is a bit much, they’re all common items with established acquisition channels…”

Though something felt off to him, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He carefully rolled the list back up. “I’ll need to report this to my superiors… but since it’s all Beginner Zone materials, it shouldn’t be a problem. The prerequisite, though, is that the information you mentioned truly applies to everyone, as you claimed.”

Mo Lan’s tail curled upward triumphantly. “I guarantee you’ll be satisfied with my information.”

She knew this deal was as good as done. For the Dreamweaver Federation, trading a pile of materials they already had in stock for a major discovery that could expand the number of skills available to adventurers was a sure profit no matter how you calculated it.

And what she was about to receive was a comprehensive library of Beginner Zone Magic knowledge that might otherwise take years to collect.

Downs stowed the list scroll in his backpack. His figure soon disappeared at the far end of the corridor outside the inn. Mo Lan watched him go, then transformed into a tit in the blink of an eye — tonight’s “extracurricular tutoring” was just getting started.

There were no village-scheduled Transfiguration classes in the latter half of the night. But for Mo Lan, who had long since built good relationships with the dream citizen Instructors through gift-giving, her learning opportunities were no longer bound by the class schedule.

She couldn’t afford to waste the nighttime hours either. Otherwise, if she followed the village’s regular class schedule one session at a time, she might not cycle through all the plant transformation classes even in two or three years.