Chapter 615 – The Mobile Plantation

Whether it was crisis or challenge, one thing remained unchanged: “The Wilds belong to the witches as a safe haven, inviolable by outsiders.”

Challenges only applied to witches who possessed a certain degree of self-defense capability and had left the Wilds to venture out into the world — underage young witches were not included.

Amisha packed up the Spatial Tent and went to continue enhancing the defensive effectiveness of the Forest Veil Ironthorne Tree Wall Barrier, while Mo Lan mounted her broomstick and went to find Sylph.

Riding a broom in the Witch’s Wilds meant there was no need to fly at high altitudes or activate an invisibility shield.

You could ride your broom however you wanted, fly as high as you pleased.

Mo Lan had no fondness for reckless broom-riding. She simply adjusted the wind-shield’s defensive intensity, lowered her flying altitude, pushed her speed to maximum, and enjoyed the moist, grassy breeze unique to the Emerald Creek Plains as she sped along.

The Emerald Creek Plains were indeed much livelier now than before.

Mo Lan remembered that over a decade ago, when she, Vasida, Sylph, and Lilith had left the Wilds, they had only encountered a single witch — Celia.

Celia had been living at the bottom of a lake with her giant turtle, completely invisible from the sky above.

But now, along her flight path, Mo Lan had already spotted several witch residences.

On many of these residences, she could sense the aura of cards — they must have been Mobile Residence Cards.

Summoning Witches and their covenant magical beasts were rolling and frolicking on the meadows; a Green Witch was tending to her magical plants, waving to her from afar; wisps of smoke rose from the chimney of a Culinary Witch’s home, the aroma so enticing it made her stomach growl…

“Wait, what is that?”

In the grass where the Dodo Birds nested, Mo Lan spotted three green figures — two large and one small — dotted with a few little flowers, looking like “grass people.”

She couldn’t immediately identify what kind of “magical beast” they were.

“There are magical beasts in the Wilds that even I don’t recognize?”

Burning with curiosity, Mo Lan flew a little closer, startling a flock of Dodo Birds into flight.

The “grass people” looked up, revealing three green faces smeared with grass juice.

Only then did she realize these were three people draped in grass — two witches and one human man.

The smaller witch looked no more than five or six years old, not yet old enough to attend the Witch Academy.

The older one was presumably her mother.

As for the human man, he must have signed the Wilds Covenant, which would allow him to enter the Wilds as a witch’s partner to help raise their young witch together.

This was a family.

The little witch’s mother and father looked rather self-conscious about their current appearance.

But the little witch stared at her with aggrieved eyes: “Witch big sister, you scared away our Dodo Birds! Now we won’t get to eat Daddy’s Dodo Bird stew with fragrant mushrooms tonight…”

“Little Dolly! Look at this!” The little witch’s father, still lying prone on the ground, shifted his body halfway to the side.

“Wow! A Dodo Bird egg! And there’s a Dodo Bird too!” The little witch’s expression went from overcast to sunny in an instant.

“But it’s so tiny! Mommy, Daddy, can I raise it and stew it when it’s all grown up?”

The little witch counted on her fingers: “Six, seven, eight… fifteen — exactly ten years! In ten years it’ll definitely grow into a super ultra mega giant Dodo Bird, and on the day I go off to school, I’ll stew it up and eat it!”

“Then you’ll have to catch bugs yourself to feed it, and no crying if it dies,” the little witch’s mother said.

“If it dies, I’ll just have Daddy bring me here to catch a big one!” the little witch said.

“Right, right, right! We’ll catch another one!” the little witch’s father said.

Mo Lan had been away from the Wilds for over a decade, her days packed from morning to night, and she had never once felt tired — she even found joy in it.

But at this very moment, a feeling of happiness and contentment welled up from deep within her heart, greater than the joy of learning a powerful new spell.

Every witch in the Wilds was living happily in her own way.

This was what true happiness looked like — vivid, alive, and brimming with the flavor of life!

Mo Lan used her Psychic Magic confusion spell to lure the scattered Dodo Birds back, drawing a burst of delighted squeals from the little witch.

The little witch’s father took her off to catch Dodo Birds, while the witch mother said to Mo Lan with some embarrassment:

“Dolly was curious about how her daddy hunts, so we brought her here to catch Dodo Birds. These strange getups were made by her father as camouflage.”

“The camouflage was so good, I thought a new species of magical beast had appeared in the Wilds!” Mo Lan said.

After bidding farewell to Dolly’s family, Mo Lan continued flying southeast. Before long, she spotted a neat grove of trees on the grasslands.

As Madam Amisha had described it: “The grove is perfectly square, with an unbelievable variety of tree species — clearly not wild-grown.”

The outermost ring consisted of the same mutant Ironthorne Trees used in the forest’s Ironthorne Tree Wall Barrier, though not as many — just a single outer ring about five meters deep. Beyond that were other tree species interspersed with various other plants.

Flying higher, she could even see fields and a house deep within the grove, along with an enormous red mushroom.

This had to be Sylph’s plantation.

Only after Mo Lan flew closer did she finally understand how Sylph had managed to create such a vast plantation resembling a small forest on the Emerald Creek Plains in just a few months.

This perfectly square grove, along with the fields within it, was entirely assembled from oversized spatial planting pots pieced together.

Although the pot bodies were all buried underground, level with the surrounding grassland, Mo Lan still recognized them.

These plants hadn’t been grown in just a few months at all — they had been slowly cultivated in Sylph’s planting pots over the years.

Even the little cottage covered in pothos and climbing vines had been built inside a planting pot.

This Sorceress of cards had never thought of a way to fill a mobile residence card with vibrant life, or to endlessly expand a Spatial Planting Pot Card — yet Sylph, by piecing planting pots together and building a house inside one, had realized exactly that vision.

On the lush green carpet of grass before the cottage, Sylph stood waving to her, wearing her arm sleeves: “Moira! Over here!”

Not far from her, a fire pit grew straight out of the ground, and atop it, cooking utensils were grilling blackened Red-Eyed Bird wings.

On a tree-stump table sat a massive leaf laden with an array of fruits whose names Mo Lan couldn’t begin to guess.

Mo Lan angled her broom handle downward and landed: “Sylph, how did you come up with this? It’s basically a massive mobile plantation! It’s so wonderful!”

“I just had too many spatial planting pots, and as I kept arranging them, they ended up covering this huge area, so I figured I might as well build my house inside one too.”

Sylph was quite pleased with her current home. She was even entertaining the idea of developing these planting pots into her very own Witch’s home.

The ring of mutant Ironthorne Trees on the outermost perimeter was her preparation for strengthening her Witch’s home’s defenses.

(End of Chapter)