Chapter 1019 – Mo Lan’s Lazy Daily Life 3

“You really can find anything at the Well of the Sky!”

Mo Lan let out a sigh of admiration, then raised her glass and took a delicate sip. A glimmer of amazement immediately lit up her eyes.

“Melis, your brewing skills are absolutely divine! You surprise me with something new every time.”

Melis smiled bashfully, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I’m glad you like it.”

Shana picked up the tavern menu beside her, her fingertip tracing over dish names so familiar she could recite them from memory. She let out a soft sigh.

“Melis, when are you going to add some new dishes? These same old recipes haven’t changed in centuries. I’m honestly tired of them.

And don’t give me that ‘not enough talent’ excuse. You’re a Second-Generation Sorceress who grew from the Witch’s Tree — talent has never been a problem for any of you!”

Melis spread her hands helplessly. “It’s true that Second-Generation Sorceresses have Unlimited All-Element Magic talent, but time is still finite! Just researching these new wines and studying defensive Magic already takes up most of my energy. I really don’t have time to delve into cooking too!”

As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward Mo Lan, who was leisurely savoring her wine. A note of admiration crept into her voice. “Not everyone can grind as hard as Lady Moira!”

Shana followed her gaze to Mo Lan.

At that moment, Mo Lan was nestled comfortably among soft cushions, one hand holding her “Moontide Whisper” as she sipped it appreciatively, the other hand idly stroking Zhizhi, who sat beside her drinking through a straw. Mo Lan’s expression was as languid as a cat that had soaked up plenty of sunshine.

Where was there even a trace of the Grindlord Sorceress now?

“What are your plans next?” Shana asked softly.

Mo Lan thought for a moment, her fingertip tracing a lazy circle along the rim of her glass. “I’ll probably go stay at the Sea of Roses for a while. The mutant hollow tree I planted there is almost fully grown.”

The spot where Lilith had originally planted her hollow tree had uniquely beautiful scenery — Mo Lan still couldn’t get it out of her mind. Now that Lilith and the others hadn’t returned yet and that hollow tree was no longer there, she had planted her own mutant hollow tree in the same spot.

With her abilities, she could have force-ripened the mutant hollow tree instantly. But she was in no rush anymore. She had planted it and simply left it there, giving it a concentrated burst of growth acceleration whenever she visited. By now, it was nearly mature.

“And after that?” Shana pressed.

“After that…” A mischievous glint appeared in Mo Lan’s eyes. “I want to build a true mobile Witch’s home — travel wherever I please, play wherever I go. And while I’m at it, put my bard talents to use and tell stories to the people I meet along the way.”

Before graduation, what she had wanted most was a mobile Witch’s home.

Later, she had crafted the Spatial Tent Card, the Mobile Residence Card, and even the mirror space card with its portal doors. They were all perfect in every way, but there was still the tiniest gap between them and her ideal of a mobile Witch’s home that could carry her on aimless journeys wherever the wind took her.

Now that she had nothing but free time, she figured she might as well fulfill that old wish.

As for storytelling, that was purely her own guilty pleasure. Earth had so many brilliant, sprawling stories — she planned to tell them wherever she went. Whether her audience could stick around to hear the ending? Well, that was none of her business.

“No plans to visit the Well of the Sky for now?” Shana asked.

Mo Lan shook her head. “I’ll think about it once I get bored.”

Shana let out a soft sigh.

“I always used to think you pushed yourself too hard. Every day it was either studying Magic or finding ways to grow stronger — you even complained there weren’t enough hours in the day and sped up the flow of time in your mirror space. Whenever I told you to take a break, you’d always say you enjoyed it. Now that you’ve actually stopped, I’m somehow even more worried.”

Mo Lan’s mental defenses were impenetrable — Shana had long since lost the ability to see her daughter’s true thoughts. But a mother’s instinct still made her quietly uneasy about this almost unnaturally relaxed state.

Mo Lan’s Psychic Magic was now dozens of times stronger than her mother’s. Even without deliberately reaching out, she could sense the emotional fluctuations of those around her. She smiled and leaned in closer.

“Come on, Mom — I’m a Sorceress beyond the Tenth Rank now! Tens of thousands of worlds use my Card Magic as an essential form of Magic. Even if I did absolutely nothing all day, I’d still have a massive amount of permanent Mana and disposable Mana flowing in.”

Mo Lan secretly whispered an approximate figure into Shana’s ear.

“This Mana just keeps growing, and I can’t find any higher-ranked worlds to learn more advanced magical knowledge from for now.

With nothing else to do, what choice do I have but to enjoy life?”

Saving Earth across all timelines had earned her far more than just that one Eternal Homecoming Token.

With so many Earths across so many timelines, and so many humans with psychic power talent, her Card Magic market had expanded by countless orders of magnitude.

On top of that, she had designed different versions of Card Magic and granted high-ranking Witches the authority to distribute invitations. When those Witches traveled the universe now, rescuing endangered and zero-ranked worlds, they would promote Card Magic whenever conditions were right, earning a share of the subsequent revenue.

So while it might look like she was lounging around in Valen doing nothing, there wasn’t a single Explorer in all of Valen who earned more than she did!

The Well of the Sky wasn’t assigning her missions to worlds of Sixteenth Rank or above, and she had no channels to enter higher-level worlds either — so what could she do but take it easy?

When the idleness first hit, Mo Lan had found it rather uncomfortable. But as the idle days stretched on, she adapted, and now she was thoroughly enjoying her time lying flat.

After hearing how much Mana Mo Lan earned in a single day, Shana’s worries vanished completely.

Every time she ventured to another world, carefully completing missions, the total she brought back wasn’t even a fraction of what her daughter earned in one day! If she had that kind of daily income, she wouldn’t bother going to the Well of the Sky either — she’d just do whatever she pleased.

“Your Grandmother Dayla has come back to the Wilds too. She’s living in Sunset Forest, not far from the Sea of Roses. When you’re staying there, you should visit her if you get the chance.”

“Grandmother Dayla is back?” Mo Lan’s eyes lit up.

“That’s right! When I was little, I thought she became Clara’s godmother just to make a living. Later, I assumed it was for the title and power. It wasn’t until the Witch’s Tree appeared that I realized she simply loves raising children!”

Shana spoke with considerable emotion. “When you visit this time, you should be able to meet her eighth child, little Leila!”

“Eighth?” Mo Lan was stunned. “Last time I came back, Grandmother Dayla was still exploring at the Well of the Sky!”

“That’s right! After the Witch’s Tree appeared, there was no longer a limit on how many young Witches everyone could nurture, but cultivating a Witch’s Tree still consumes a great deal of magical power.

To gain more magical power for cultivating her Witch’s Tree, your Grandmother Dayla decided to leave the Duchy of Lance and stop being godmother to the Clara family’s children, so she could focus on building her strength.

With all those resources available through Card Magic, she broke through to Peak level in no time. Once she went to the Well of the Sky, there was no stopping her!”

(End of Chapter)