Chapter 507 – The Experience Sharing Conference

It wasn’t just Greta — Mo Lan also felt a sense of urgency. She knew all too well the terrifying power of evangelism and pyramid schemes:

“The advanced wild mage experience sharing conference has to start soon! With Grand Duke Clara’s endorsement, the Dawn Society will spread rapidly through the Mage Tower.

In all of Lance City, the Mage Tower has the most mages. After that, it’s the mages who’ve recently come for the peerage examinations, and lastly the wild mages scattered around the city.

Spreading from the bottom up is slow, but spreading from the top down can be faster than you can imagine.

We need to pick up the pace, or I’m afraid we won’t even be able to gather enough people to become official members of the Dawn Society.”

Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph were ushered out the door by Mo Lan’s prodding, representing her — an advanced mage — to find a venue and suitable “marks.”

Flying the banner of an advanced mage, hosting an experience sharing conference, charging one gold coin for admission — in the Duchy of Lance, which to this day had only one Witch Marquis — this was absolutely enough to attract attention.

The three of them steeled themselves and went to stick promotional posters on the back of the bulletin board at Apprentice Square. The registration booth listed on the poster instantly became the liveliest spot in the entire square.

It even surpassed Greta’s instant noodle stall, which was famous throughout Lance City.

The Apprentice-level magic scrolls that Lilith and the others had been selling for ages without being able to clear out were even bought up completely by mages hoping to curry favor with an advanced mage’s personal apprentices.

It was at this moment that Goebel’s group finally arrived in Lance City. After settling in, they came to stroll around the famous Apprentice Square.

The first thing they saw was that extraordinarily lively and bustling booth.

They couldn’t even squeeze close enough to see what the booth was about, and had to ask other mages packed in around it.

“An advanced wild mage named Moira, from Elwiss, is hosting an experience sharing conference! One Magic Gold Coin, or a hundred and twenty regular gold coins, gets you in. It’s on the back of the bulletin board — go see for yourselves!”

“Moira?”

“Moira!”

The scam artist mage was back in business!

Just hearing that name made Goebel’s wallet ache with phantom pain.

If she hadn’t fleeced them so ruthlessly along the way, how would they have ended up in Lance City only able to afford cheap inns — even having to cram several people into one room — and eating nothing but bread?

Goebel’s group immediately backed away several steps and turned to leave.

“Experience sharing conference” — clearly it was a money pit convention.

She was strong, sure, but her “experience” was an absolute scam!

Aside from those few dim-witted guards in their party, who would believe it!

What? Why not warn the mages who were signing up?

Please — she was an advanced mage!

Besides, watching other people get scammed was perfectly entertaining. A few more people in the pit just made things livelier.

To avoid Mo Lan’s money-siphoning schemes, Goebel’s group didn’t go anywhere near Apprentice Square for the next several days.

Lilith and the others were completely oblivious to their departure — they couldn’t help it, there were simply too many people signing up, and they were collecting money until their hands went numb.

At a price of one Magic Gold Coin each, the final registration count didn’t just exceed fifty — it surged past a hundred.

Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph returned with a full haul, yet they weren’t happy. If anything, they felt a bit uneasy:

“With this many people, after they listen to Mo Lan’s load of made-up nonsense, won’t they demand refunds?”

“I only said I’d share my experience. I never said the experience I’m sharing is necessarily verified truth! And besides, there’s no evidence proving what I say is wrong, is there?”

If Mo Lan had been playing the role of an intermediate mage, she might have worried about her views being questioned and causing an uproar. But she was playing an advanced mage, so there was nothing to worry about.

Why else had she specifically chosen the Venomthorn Vine as her signature spell, if not to intimidate people?

Three days later, in a small hall of the Lance Grand Theater, the advanced wild mage experience sharing conference was held as scheduled.

The mages who had paid to attend sat in their seats, craning their necks in anticipation.

A mage with purple hair and purple eyes, looking no older than thirty, stepped onto the stage. She wore a plain black mage’s robe, fitting everyone’s typical impression of a wild mage.

The advanced mage badge pinned to her chest commanded the respect of every mage present.

One Magic Gold Coin — worth it!

Facing a hall full of expectant, excited eyes, Mo Lan calmly began her lecture.

When she finished, the entire hall fell into silence. This was perfectly normal — most mages couldn’t understand someone like her, a wild mage who had committed fully to one path, Mo Lan thought to herself.

Until suddenly, from one corner of the audience, applause rang out: clap, clap, clap!

Mo Lan: “???”

Someone actually supported her?

Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph: “!!!”

Had that audience member gone mad with rage?!

Hm? That face looked familiar…

The one clapping was their landlady, Alicia.

Alicia looked around in confusion.

How was she the only one clapping?

The other mages silently protested: “Are you okay? Did you even understand what she said? And you’re clapping?”

Though puzzled, Alicia wasn’t the type to care about what others thought. She stood up and performed a respectful mage’s salute:

“Thank you, Lady Moira, for your selfless sharing!”

Everyone else: “???” Seriously?

Even Mo Lan was somewhat surprised. Her? Selfless sharing?

Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph didn’t know what expression to make. They were now suspecting that Alicia was a plant Mo Lan had secretly arranged.

Alicia finally read the strange expressions on the other mages’ faces and sensed something was off. After a moment of thought, she offered an explanation:

“My sister is a student at the Imperial Magic Academy. In her letters, she mentioned that the Imperial Magic Academy has been specifically recruiting high-talent students who haven’t yet begun studying magic, training them using the ancient mage model. I believe what Lady Moira described may be the reason behind this.

As a wild mage, you chose to walk this difficult path when most people take shortcuts, and you’ve achieved real results. You must possess extraordinary talent and insight!

It’s a pity I’m already a beginner mage, otherwise I would certainly follow in your footsteps and attempt this thorny path of the ancient mages.”

Mo Lan: “!!!”

She really was a genius — every one of her speculations had turned out to be true!

Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph: “…”

What an excellent plant! If they didn’t already know Mo Lan was a Sorceress who had only started learning magic last year and had never even been to the Imperial Magic Academy, they would have believed it too.

The other mages: “!!!”

So it turned out they had been the blind ones all along!

They all rose to their feet in gratitude: “Thank you for sharing, Lady Moira!”

“Don’t mention it!” Mo Lan gestured for everyone to quiet down. “To thank you all for coming, I have one more gift for everyone. I hope your paths in magic grow ever smoother from here on. Lilith!”

Lilith and the other two resignedly began distributing the Dawn Society invitations.