Chapter 830 – Inviting Shana’s Mother

After seeing Balak off, Shana closed the door and turned to face Mo Lan, a lingering smile still on her face. She was clearly in a good mood.

She walked over with light steps and asked in a gentle tone:

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Are you a Witch who just arrived in the City of Chaos? Are you experiencing some sort of spiritual trouble, or do you need some guidance?”

However, the moment her words left her lips, she saw this “unfamiliar” black-haired Witch break into an affectionate smile tinged with mischief.

Then came a familiar voice: “Mom, are you planning to take things further with that Mr. Balak?”

Shana froze on the spot. The smile on her face solidified, her eyes went perfectly round, and she looked Mo Lan up and down in disbelief. Several seconds passed before she finally seemed to confirm what she was seeing, and she cried out in delighted surprise: “Moira?!”

Even as she spoke, she rushed forward excitedly, reaching out to pinch Mo Lan’s cheeks, then curiously tugged at her black hair: “Did you drink a transformation potion?”

Mo Lan nodded and gave Mama Shanna a big, solid hug: “This is what I looked like in my previous life. My original appearance attracted too much attention.”

“That’s true!” Shana touched her own hair, which she had dyed golden, and agreed wholeheartedly: “When I first arrived in the Land of Chaos, my purple hair made who knows how many people think I was the famous Card Sorceress! I wasted so much breath just explaining, and even got into a few little scuffles. Eventually I just dyed it for some peace and quiet. Lately, I’ve been partial to gold…”

“Gold?” Something stirred in Mo Lan’s mind. She looked at Shana’s golden hair, which appeared quite dazzling under the lamplight—even carrying a touch of wild allure—then thought of the thick-maned BeastmanBalak from moments ago and certain information she knew about lion-tribe Beastmen. A thought surfaced, and her expression became rather complicated:

“Mom… your sudden preference for gold wouldn’t happen to be because… lion-tribe Beastmen generally consider golden fur to be the standard of beauty, would it?”

Shana gave her beautiful long golden hair a bold, carefree toss, her eyes carrying a hint of playful defiance: “What? Is that not allowed? Gold looks great—youthful and full of vitality! Besides…”

She leaned closer to Mo Lan, lowering her voice as if sharing a little secret, “When you see a big golden lion with fur so sleek and glossy it’s like sunshine walking past you every day, you start to think the color really is quite easy on the eyes. Changing your hair color to change your mood—what’s wrong with that?”

“Alright, alright! Whatever makes you happy!” Mo Lan laughed in surrender. “I just think the shift in your aesthetic taste is really quite dramatic.”

She propped her chin on her hand, feigning deep contemplation, her tone carrying obvious teasing:

“If I recall correctly… the last time I heard you had a boyfriend, it was an elegant, mysterious vampire gentleman who enjoyed discussing classical music and the philosophy of immortality?

And it hasn’t even been that long, yet your taste has shifted to… hmm, a sunshine-and-raw-power type who enjoys massive slabs of roasted meat and gladiatorial matches?

Mom, the leap from dark aristocrat to sunshine beast…”

Shana listened to her daughter’s teasing, picked up her teacup, and took an elegant sip:

“Life is all about experiencing different scenery! Different stages naturally attract you to different qualities.

Vampires have their romance, and Beastmen have their honesty and vitality!

What matters is feeling happy in the present moment. That said… Balak really is quite good. He may be brash and clumsy, but his heart is remarkably sincere and kind.”

“And of course, the most important thing is—that physique of his really is genuinely… mm, quite impressive! Very powerful!

Even if someday his heart turns clouded like most people’s, having a fling with him? Your mother still comes out ahead, okay?”

Mo Lan couldn’t help but press her palm to her forehead, laughing.

Well, that was very Shana—never placing hope in anyone’s heart, never bothering to hide that she was an utterly hopeless sucker for good looks.

“Alright, enough about me! Hurry up and tell me—what’s the good news you mentioned before?” Shana fixed Mo Lan with a burning gaze.

Mo Lan gave a light cough, a mysterious smile on her face, and produced an elegantly designed invitation from her storage space.

Shana took it and opened it to read.

“To my dearest mother, Shana:

As the sun and moon turn and the stars bear witness, I have finally built a Witch’s home of my very own.

On the occasion of its completion, I sincerely invite you to attend a gathering to share in this joy…”

Reading this far, Shana looked up in delighted surprise: “A Witch’s home? You’ve finally established your own Witch’s home? Where is it? What’s it like?”

Before Mo Lan could answer, Shana’s eyes swept to the address information at the bottom and she froze.

“…Please arrive before six o’clock on the evening of the next full moon with this invitation at ______, City of Chaos.”

The specific address that followed was only half-written, and the first part of this incomplete address was actually the City of Chaos!

Shana looked up in confusion: “Wait… Moira, you built your Witch’s home in the City of Chaos?”

As a place to stay temporarily while traveling, this city wasn’t bad, but for long-term residence… surely no Witch could endure the rough environment, the deafening noise, and… well, the thick smell of sweat and blood coming off all those warriors?

She truly could not imagine that the wealthiest Sorceress in all of Valen would, after careful and meticulous selection, choose to place her Witch’s home in a place like this.

Seeing the look of utter disbelief on her mother’s face, Mo Lan finally couldn’t hold back and explained with a laugh:

“Mom, you’ve got the wrong idea. I came to the City of Chaos not just to deliver your invitation, but for another important purpose—to buy a suitable house here and fill in the address.”

She pointed to the blank space on the invitation: “This house won’t be the Witch’s home itself, but rather… well, think of it as a ‘front door’ or ‘foyer’ for the Witch’s home.”

“My Witch’s home is actually an independent, portable mirror space! Within a certain range, I can set up teleportation passages connecting to other locations. I’ve placed the passage entrance on the door.

The address on the invitation is incomplete because by then, the house hadn’t been bought yet and the teleportation passage hadn’t been activated!”

After hearing this, Shana’s eyes went wide in an instant, her mouth slightly agape. She stayed frozen for a full several seconds before it finally hit her: “A portable mirror space?! And you can set up teleportation passages to different locations?! Heavens! Moira! That’s simply… utterly incredible!”

After the shock subsided, a wave of immense joy and pride surged through Shana’s heart. She immediately stood up and excitedly grabbed Mo Lan’s hand:

“Let’s go! I know of several nice properties that are up for sale! We’ll go house-hunting right now! I can hardly wait to open the ‘door’ and see your Witch’s home!”