Chapter 1061 – Mo Lan’s Travel Diary 14

“Hello, I’m the little shopkeeper, Sylvia!”

Sylvia pushed the hefty 《Product Catalog》 forward across the counter. The booklet slid a short distance along the smooth surface, stopping right within Taliro’s reach.

“This is our shop’s 《Product Catalog》. Feel free to take a look and see if there are any cards you need. I strongly recommend the Level 5 Healing Potion! Only 2,500 Gem Coins per bottle.”

Taliro nodded and flipped open the heavy cover of the booklet with his rough fingers.

On the Parchment pages, the illustrations and descriptions of the cards were clear and neatly arranged.

Yet even though the booklet contained many precious cards he had never even heard of, his gaze kept drifting involuntarily toward the adult Witch sitting leisurely by the window, sipping tea.

Her long purple hair was loosely pinned up at the back of her head. Though he could only see her from behind, the energy fluctuations emanating from her body were like a silent thunderstorm cloud—seemingly calm on the surface, yet harboring awe-inspiring power within.

Most crucially, this was a purple-haired Witch.

By now, every person in Valen knew that the purple-haired Witch on the default reverse side of all cards was the founder of Card Magic—the legendary Card Sorceress, Moira.

Her portrait was a favorite among card-drawing enthusiasts.

In the Clan Leader’s tent hung a portrait of Moira obtained through trade with human merchants. Every time someone in the tribe wanted to draw cards, they would go pray before the portrait first.

It was precisely because of Lady Moira’s Card Magic that their people—the Tatari, who lived deep in the mountains and depended on the whims of nature—gained an additional channel for purchasing supplies. Not only had their standard of living improved significantly, but their tribe had become far more prosperous as well.

Mo Lan felt the gaze that kept falling on her. She set down her teacup and turned to look.

Taliro, upon seeing her face: “!!!”

He trembled as if lightly struck by lightning, and the 《Product Catalog》 in his hands snapped shut with a clap.

The next second, he stepped back three paces, pounded his right fist firmly against his left chest, and bowed deeply.

This was the highest form of greeting the Tatari tribe reserved for those they held in the deepest respect.

“Greetings, Elder Sorceress Moira!”

His voice trembled slightly with emotion.

Sylvia looked at the Tatari man bowing with an almost reverential posture, then looked at her mother, her small face filled with surprise and curiosity. “Mama, do you know him?”

Mo Lan shook her head and walked over to the counter. “He probably recognized me.”

There truly wasn’t a single being stronger than her in all of Valen, so when she traveled, she didn’t bother using a transformation potion to disguise her appearance.

Being recognized wasn’t exactly surprising.

Still, seeing such a solemn gesture of respect, she said softly, “Please, stand up. Right now, I’m just a Witch passing through—and the… owner of this general store.”

Only then did Taliro straighten up, though the excitement in his eyes hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

Sylvia rubbed her chin, her eyes darting around, and suddenly broke into a grin. “So Mama is this famous even outside the Wilds!”

Taliro lowered his head even further, the violent swirl of reverence, gratitude, and honor leaving him completely at a loss for what to do.

Mo Lan sighed helplessly and steered the conversation back on track. “Friend from the Tatari tribe, is there a card you’d like to buy?”

“Yes!” Taliro answered loudly on reflex, then immediately realized his outburst and hurriedly lowered his volume. “Elder Sorceress Moira, please wait just a moment! A matter this important—I need to go discuss it with my tribespeople!”

With that, he bowed to Mo Lan once more, spun around, and practically sprinted out of the general store, clearing the porch steps in a single stride.

Sylvia blinked, not quite having processed what happened. “He… just left? He’s not buying anything?”

Mo Lan watched the figure rapidly disappearing through the doorway and smiled. “He’ll be back.”

Taliro raced toward the largest tent at the center of the tribe—the one bordered with golden patterns. At this hour, the tribespeople were all gathered there.

From more than ten meters away, he was already shouting at the top of his lungs:

“Clan Leader! Clan Leader! It’s Elder Sorceress Moira’s general store! She even brought her daughter! Elder Sorceress Moira personally asked us if there are any cards we want to buy!”

An elder with graying hair, facial paint that had faded somewhat with age, yet eyes still as sharp as a hawk’s, strode forward and seized his hand. “What? Card Sorceress Moira? Are you certain?”

His voice rose with shock, and all the surrounding tribespeople turned their attention toward them.

“It’s true!” Taliro nodded vigorously, pointing at the enormous castle. “That mobile castle belongs to Elder Sorceress Moira! Her daughter is inside the shop too, and Elder Sorceress Moira herself is sitting right by the window!”

These words were like a boulder dropped into a still lake.

The Tatari people swarmed around him in an instant, their faces alight with incredulous excitement.

“Elder Sorceress Moira’s general store? Heavens, has our tribe been blessed?”

“Taliro, did you see what cards they’re selling in there? Do they have {Advanced Preservation Cards}? The rainy season is almost here!”

“How old is Elder Sorceress Moira’s daughter? Does she look like her?”

…

Questions pelted him like rain.

Taliro froze mid-question, his expression suddenly going stiff. He’d been so caught up in his excitement and confirming Mo Lan’s identity that he hadn’t actually looked through the 《Product Catalog》 carefully at all!

Under the expectant gazes of his tribespeople, he could only struggle to recall, stammering out: “I… I think there were {Level 5 Healing Potion} cards… Miss Sylvia, Elder Sorceress Moira’s daughter, said it’s only 2,500 Gem Coins per bottle!”

“{Level 5 Healing Potion} for only 2,500 Gem Coins?!” A young warrior with fresh claw marks across his face exclaimed in shock. “That’s wonderful! The last Goblin merchant who came through wanted 3,000 Gem Coins, and we thought that was too expensive and didn’t buy any! Ram’s leg injury is exactly what this is for!”

“As expected of Elder Sorceress Moira—her prices are always fair!” A slightly older huntress bowed in the direction of the castle.

“Taliro, were there any other cards?” Clan Leader Talam pressed.

Taliro scratched his head sheepishly, the painted patterns on his face scrunching together. “I f-forgot! But Miss Sylvia said everything inside is Level 5 and above, so there should be plenty of good things…”

“All Level 5 and above?” Talam’s eyes lit up. He pondered for a moment, swept his gaze across the circle of excited, expectant tribespeople, and declared in a resounding voice:

“Since Elder Sorceress Moira’s mobile castle has stopped right beside our tribe and she’s specifically opened a general store, that means we’re welcome to come shop. This is a rare opportunity. Everyone, pool your Gem Coins together—I’ll go to the store and see for myself!”

“Clan Leader! Clan Leader! I want to go too! I’ve never seen Elder Sorceress Moira in the flesh!”

“I want to go too! I want to see Elder Sorceress Moira’s daughter!”

“Take me along! I want to see what Advanced cards look like!”

“I want to go soak up some of Elder Sorceress Moira’s luck—maybe I’ll draw a good card!”

…

The Tatari people all clamored to visit the shop, their voices rising and falling over one another.

For them, buying cards was certainly important—but what mattered even more was the chance to see the legendary Card Sorceress with their own eyes.