Chapter 168 – A Smooth Landing

Amisha had truly pulled out every last trick she’d accumulated from her adventures in other worlds before becoming Headmistress, holding nothing back whatsoever.

She really did demonstrate every single piece of otherworldly magic she knew.

There were no security concerns anyway. After all, Card Magic was like all Sorceress Magic—the contract explicitly stated it couldn’t be used against Sorceresses or witches.

Even if these spells were made into cards, those cards would never pose a threat to her.

And just as Lady Amisha had said, though these spells came from other worlds and each had different casting methods, none of them were truly unique in terms of their effects.

Mo Lan had seen magic with similar effects in the Witch Magic Catalog.

Still, she went ahead and crafted them all into semi-finished cards.

They were mostly magic cards.

Any magic that Lady Amisha had deemed worth learning and bringing back, even if not irreplaceable, had its own merits.

Made into magic cards, none of them would be cheap.

“Headmistress, you’ve got the numbers up now, but the quality is uniformly high. If you put them all in one card pool, you can’t price pulls at 1 Gem Coin—you’d need to multiply that by at least twenty to guarantee a profit.”

“But if you do that, pull volume will drop by far more than twenty times.”

“I’d suggest sorting these magic cards into tiers based on power level and placing them in different card pools. Low-tier pools for low-tier cards, high-tier pools for high-tier cards.”

“That way the pull price for the low-tier pool can stay affordable.”

“The low-tier pool can be opened for free, while the high-tier pool requires permanent Mana to unlock. That’ll make it much more appealing overall.”

Mo Lan shared her card pool management expertise with Lady Amisha, even teaching her how to calculate pull rates.

She set only a range, ensuring that within those bounds, the odds of pulling a popular, high-quality card wouldn’t be so high as to cause losses, nor so low as to kill people’s enthusiasm for pulling.

“Alright! That’s about it. Once you’ve decided, Headmistress, you can pick a date to launch the cards and open the pool. Remember to give the pool a nice name!”

“Though your magic cards probably aren’t suitable for selling among the Academy’s young witches. Your target audience would be adult witches and other races.”

“The number of adult witch contractors is gradually increasing—there should be quite a few more in the next few years.”

“As for contractors from other races, we’ll have to wait until I graduate and head out beyond the Wilds to develop that market.” Mo Lan said.

“Deal! Let me send you back. We’ll use teleportation this time!” Amisha was eager to get back to researching her card pool and didn’t give her a choice this time.

She opened a teleportation portal that looked like a black hole and gestured for Mo Lan to step through.

“Don’t worry! It’ll be very smooth this time!”

Mo Lan’s hopes of riding the broomstick again were dashed. She lifted her foot and stepped into the black hole that resembled the Abyss itself.

“Don’t forget to hurry up and write that Card Magic inheritance book…”

Lady Amisha’s voice cut off abruptly the moment she stepped into the black hole.

Thankfully, it really was much smoother this time. Mo Lan felt everything go dark and then bright again before her eyes. She’d taken only a single step and was already back in front of her Dormitory door, close enough to reach out and pull it open.

The black hole shrank and vanished behind her. Lady Amisha hadn’t followed through.

Compared to riding a broomstick, teleportation really was much faster.

But Mo Lan still preferred riding a broomstick—especially one like the broomstick Lady Amisha had flown today.

Unfortunately, owning her own broomstick and learning to fly would have to wait until the start of second year.

And even then, it would only be the most basic model—what you see is what you get, with absolutely no comfort to speak of. Further refinement required mastering Alchemy Magic.

The Book of Cards couldn’t do everything either. Broomsticks, for one, were beyond its capabilities.

It could produce an ordinary {Broomstick Card}, but it couldn’t make the broomstick inside the card obey its owner’s commands and carry them into the sky.

Wands were the same.

For both of these items, thorough Magic Infusion was the key that turned the mundane into the extraordinary.

Every young witch’s and every Sorceress’s Magic Infusion carried a strongly personal signature.

Things Attuned by someone else simply couldn’t be used by another.

So strictly speaking, a witch’s broomstick and Wand couldn’t be used not only by other races, but not by other witches either.

The Book of Cards had no way to replicate this process.

It couldn’t even make corresponding cards for Mo Lan’s own use.

In theory, creating a Wand card for her own use should have been possible—after all, the Book of Cards had absorbed so much of her own Mana that it surely understood it well enough.

But it simply failed.

The Wand it produced couldn’t be used to channel Mana for spellcasting.

It was like a stick that merely looked like a Wand—completely lacking the responsiveness and ease of the one she’d crafted herself.

She couldn’t even do what she did with tool cards—make it first, then Attune it and store it back in a card for carrying.

Because broomsticks and Wands required additional processing beyond Magic Infusion.

Mo Lan sighed. Her dream of riding a comfortable broomstick would have to be put on hold—she couldn’t count on the Book of Cards for now. She’d have to wait for her Broomstick Grass to finish growing, make it into a basic broomstick, then learn Alchemy processing for broomsticks… Wait! She hadn’t Attuned the Broomstick Grass today!

And she’d said yesterday that she was going to weed and fertilize the farm fields, but hadn’t done that either!

Mo Lan, who had just sat down, shot back to her feet, grabbed her shoulder bag, and strode quickly out of the Dormitory.

“If I’d known, I would’ve had Lady Amisha send me straight to the greenhouse!”

Mo Lan went to the greenhouse first to Attune the Broomstick Grass.

By now, the Broomstick Grass had grown taller than her, and a single round of Attuning took much longer than before.

Moreover, one round was only the bare minimum. Mo Lan usually did three rounds, then gave extra attention to the lower portion of the main trunk and the tips of the branches.

According to the Broomgrass Cultivation guide, cultivating the main trunk to be thicker and sturdier would give the finished broomstick a higher weight capacity and more stable flight.

Cultivating thinner, more elongated branch tips would make the broomstick faster.

While it couldn’t compare to the improvements Alchemy Magic could make to a broomstick, it still had a noticeable effect.

After finishing with the Broomstick Grass, it still wasn’t too late, so Mo Lan went ahead and picked some magical plants from the greenhouse grove. She brewed two bottles of herbicide potion, diluted them in water, and directed the watering can to douse the entire farm field.

The watering can was no longer the slacker it used to be—all effort on eating Mana, none on actually watering.

Now, with just a tiny bit of Mana, it could distribute two full loads of herbicide water evenly across the field.

Only after finishing would it float over to her, turn itself completely upside down to show there wasn’t a single drop left, then hover in front of her, waiting for its reward.

If she promptly rewarded it with a bit of Mana, the next time it would consume even less and work even harder.

But if she skipped the reward and just stuffed it back into its card, the next time she’d get an unruly version of the watering can—one that ate more and did less.

As Mo Lan put it, the more generous you were with it, the less it asked for and the better it behaved. The stingier you were, the more it would scheme to trick Mana out of you.