Chapter 334 – The Ideal Home

Only Vasida and Sylph each had their own managed card pools, with Gem Coins stored in their Management Cards with no storage limit.

Compared to competing over card draws, they valued the card shop discount benefit more.

Discounts on cheap cards didn’t save much, but discounts on expensive cards could save quite a lot.

The two of them silently browsed the card shop, adding every card they could and couldn’t buy to their shopping carts.

The companions all buried themselves in tinkering with Card Magic. Mo Lan’s cooking utensils were busy preparing dinner in full swing, while she herself was reading a book about magical beasts.

After dinner was ready, Mo Lan saw they were still looking at cards and said impatiently:

“You lot, there’s still a whole year left! No need to rush like this. Eat first, then get to bed early. We still have to hunt Red-Eyed Birds tomorrow!”

Alba straightened her back at this: “No ghost stories tonight, right?”

The other young witches all turned to look at Mo Lan as well.

“If you want, I can tell some!” Mo Lan perked up with excitement.

“No no no!”

The young witches were practically radiating refusal from every pore.

“I understand your psychology!” Mo Lan said with the air of someone who’d been there. “The Academy Library just shelved a new book called Mo Lan 《Earthly Ghost Stories and Legends》. If you’re interested, you can transcribe it as bedtime reading!”

Back when she was transcribing books at the Academy Library and had seen Lady Traci’s 《Chronicles of the Azure Primordial Realm》 and Lady Anita’s 《Pink-Themed Fashion Collection》, she’d compiled it on a whim.

With the Transcription Spell, writing down the knowledge in her mind was far too easy.

She’d just leave it as a little “surprise” for the young witches.

Sorceresses and witches enjoyed long lifespans.

In a long life, one always needed a few unserious books to lighten the mood.

“My Grimoire has no more room!” Alba said immediately.

“Same here!” ×5

Night had already fallen. To prevent Mo Lan from continuing this topic, Vasida said:

“Once we leave this time, our dwellings will all be reset. When I came here today, I cleaned up my place inside and out. Even though there wasn’t much, I still felt reluctant to leave it behind. Everything was built and arranged bit by bit with my own hands.”

The moment she finished, Mo Lan and the others let out a collective sigh: “Tell me about it!”

Only Iris looked perfectly relaxed: “When I left, a deer had just fallen into one of my traps! I suppose that was my farewell gift!”

She truly had nothing to feel attached to.

She packed up her Mobile Kitchen Card, grabbed the smoked meat from the stone chamber, and left without a care.

For her, it had only ever been a temporary shelter—it barely even counted as a dwelling.

“Moira’s place is the real shame. It could genuinely be called a proper witch’s home,” Cheryl said.

“It’s still far from that!” Mo Lan said. “Living here for just one year feels like a waste, but if you were to live here for a lifetime, it’s still a bit too simple.”

“Someday I’m going to find a giant tree and build a witch’s home on it even more beautiful than the oak treehouse,” Sylph said seriously.

Alba said: “I want to live in a town in the future. I don’t want to farm anymore! And I don’t want to eat the same few dishes I cook every single day!”

Vasida declared: “Wherever resources are abundant and food is plentiful, that’s where I’ll live.”

For her, filling her stomach was the top priority.

“I definitely don’t want to live on a mountaintop anymore, and I don’t want to live in a stone house either. Beyond that, I haven’t really thought that far,” Cheryl said.

“I… I’ll wait for Moira to make a Mobile Restaurant Card someday, then I’ll prepare a few magic circles, and combined together that’ll be my witch’s home!” Iris said.

After this year of building homes and living on their own, they all had some ideas about their future witch’s homes.

“Moira, what about you?” Sylph asked, noticing that Mo Lan hadn’t yet described her ideal witch’s home.

“Me… I want a witch’s home that can move. Because in the future, I’ll probably spend most of my time traveling.”

Mo Lan said: “Not the kind of house you carry with you, but one that can walk on its own and take me to the next destination.

That way, even if I’m always on the road, I’ll never feel lonely—my home would be my best travel companion.”

Once she saved Earth, she could park her home in the Witch’s Wilds and start her retirement life.

And whenever she got bored, she could set off on a journey again at any time.

Mo Lan’s words made all the young witches reveal looks of longing.

“But… does a witch’s home like that really exist?” Vasida asked.

“The core of my Sorceress Talent is creation. As long as I master enough knowledge and accumulate enough card-crafting materials, it’ll become reality someday,” Mo Lan said.

“Then let’s wish that after leaving our temporary dwellings, we’ll all one day have our ideal witch’s homes!”

Sylph said this as she produced a palm-sized segment of emerald bamboo and removed the Shrinking Spell from it.

“What’s that?” Mo Lan sniffed the air. “Why do I seem to smell alcohol?”

“This is wine bamboo. The hollow bamboo stalks contain crisp, clear liquor with a very pleasant taste.” Sylph used a spatial blade to cut the bamboo into individual segments and handed them out: “Cheers!”

“Cheers!” ×5

“This wine is really good! So fragrant!”

“Drink all you want. When it’s gone, I’ve got more!” Sylph pulled out a bundle of shrunken wine bamboo: “This works out perfectly—it’ll free up some space for me to load Breadfruit the day after tomorrow.”

The next morning, sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell into Wild Boar Valley.

On the cushion grass meadow, six young witches who had slept tangled together in a heap slowly stirred awake.

“Sylph, that wine really packs a punch! It knocked every single one of us flat!” Mo Lan said.

Witches as a group generally held their liquor very well—their stomachs would burst before they could drink enough to pass out cold.

And any discomfort from excessive drinking could be cured with a hangover potion.

The natural wine from the wine bamboo tasted crisp and sweet, going down without any kick at all, and as a result she had no idea when she’d fallen asleep last night.

She didn’t have the ingredients to brew a hangover potion now either.

The Hangover Soup Cards she’d made all this time but never managed to sell could finally be put to use.

She pulled out several Hangover Soup Cards and served each of them a bowl of hangover soup:

“Drink up quick! Once you’ve recovered a bit, we’re going to hunt Red-Eyed Birds! If we’re late, the flock will have left the nest to hunt and they’ll be hard to find!

Oh, and I’m not planning to take any of the leftover stuff from my dwelling. You can all go have a look and take whatever you can use—help yourselves!

After tomorrow, it’ll all be reset anyway.”

Iris drained her hangover soup in one gulp and went straight off to scavenge without another word.

She had the thinnest reserves of them all. Setting everything else aside, she could at least use Mo Lan’s unwanted cotton fabric to make a few sets of undergarments.

After everyone else had finished picking through things, Vasida brought the Devouring Stomach over to clean up. Whatever it was, if she could lift it, the Devouring Stomach swallowed it in one gulp:

“There! Not a single thing wasted!”