The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 107 Taking a Hoe to Class
"You envy me, but I envy you all!"

Vasita said, "I only have my innate manifestation. Infusing it with magic is completely useless. I can't actively develop it at all. I can only keep eating!"

Moreover, I feel that my appetite is getting bigger and bigger.

In the past, eating breadfruit from one tree would keep me from being hungry for three days, but now I need to eat breadfruit from two trees.

Aside from faster magic recovery, increased strength, and better stamina, it doesn't seem to have any other effects!

Unlike Moran's Book of Cards, which can create so many magical cards with magic.

Unlike Sylph's Box of Myriad Seeds, which, when infused with enough magic, can give birth to mutated plant seeds like the Screaming Bellflower and allows for seamless communication with the mutated plants it cultivates.

“But you never have to worry about not having enough magic!” Sylph said.

Ever since she discovered that injecting enough magic would produce mutated plant seeds in the Box of Myriad Seeds, her magic power has never been fully restored.

It takes magic to condense seeds, and it takes magic to cultivate mutant plants.

She has now practically become the second Lilith.

“Aren’t you trying to breed seeds? You can do what Moran did and sell seeds to earn some one-time magic to alleviate the problem of not having enough magic,” Vasida suggested to her.

Sylph's face immediately fell: "Don't say anything! I don't think this will work!"

Moran couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"The seeds formed by my magic are like those poisoned by me; they can only be nurtured by my magic."

Remember that screaming bellflower from the beginning? It reached its fruiting stage last month, so I divided it into several pots and asked Bi'er to plant it for me. And guess what happened?

Sylph spoke sadly: "It's been a month, and not a single one has sprouted! I waited and waited, and yesterday I couldn't resist digging them up to check, and all the seeds buried in the soil had died!"

"Huh?" Moran and Vasita were filled with disbelief: "There are plants that fairies can't grow?"

“Bille is almost dying of guilt,” Sylph said. “But I know she took care of those seeds the same way she had nurtured the Screaming Bellflowers before, without messing things up at all. When I planted the Little Bellflower, it wasn’t this delicate. I just watered it a little and it sprouted in no time. It grew very well, and when I started occasionally feeding it some magic, it grew even better! Its flowering period was much longer than that of ordinary bellflowers.”

Vasida and Moran, who knew absolutely nothing about mutated plants, couldn't offer any good advice.

Generally, bellflower seeds, if buried in the soil and left unattended, can grow strong and produce beautiful flowers.

But even Bi'er managed to kill the screaming bellflower she planted.

Those are the fairies who are most skilled at cultivating plants!

"Sigh! I don't know what the problem is. I have to go to the greenhouse later to comfort Bi'er, so I won't be going back with you." After saying that, Sylph said goodbye to them.

Vasita watched her walk alone toward the greenhouse and said to Moran, "Sylph has run into problems again. I have absolutely no idea how to study the stomach. Of the three of us, you are still the best and fastest at developing the manifestation of talent!"

Moran wasn't being modest this time.

In terms of ease of understanding and research, her Book of Cards is indeed much better than Vashida's Devouring Stomach and Sylph's Box of a Thousand Things.

Fortunately, she created the {Book of Cards} card, which assists in card creation, first. Otherwise, if she encountered card creation failures, she would have been left guessing and trying to find the answer through trial and error.

Her research on the manifestation of her talents is now ahead of other little witches, to the point where she can develop witch magic based on her understanding of her own talents.

She just hasn't had the time to learn about witch magic yet.

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From that day on, whenever they had time and opportunity, the little witches would use their large hoes to spread their magic.

At first, I would just go back to my dorm and, whenever I had free time, take out the big hoe and start dyeing.

By Tuesday's planting magic class, the little witches found that the big hoe's bad temper had indeed been tamed a bit. At least in the second half of the class, none of them were nearly blown up by their own hoes anymore.

Ms. Amisa got off her broom, spread a picnic blanket on the edge of the field, set up a small tea table, and started having afternoon tea.

It's a pity that it didn't get hit on the head, but that doesn't mean the hoe will dig the ground properly.

Until the end of get out of class on Wednesday, the ground beneath their feet was full of potholes, not from digging, but from being hit by hoes and hoe handles.

There were also hedgehog grasses scattered all over the ground, trampled down and wilted before any weed control spray was even applied.

It doesn't look like it's been cultivated at all.

"It's been three days, and we haven't even managed to subdue a big hoe, let alone contaminate a big watering can! Are we going to become landless little witches?" Ais said with a worried look on her face.

"When I get back tonight, I'm going to give the big hoe a bath! I'll sleep with it tonight! I'll soak it in its fur while I sleep, I don't believe it'll fail me, I'll definitely take it down tomorrow!" Vasita said confidently.

Ais's eyes lit up: "Great idea! I'll sleep with it tonight too!"

"Can I listen to the lecture while undergoing the invasive process tomorrow morning? Will the dean mind?" Sylph had an idea.

"Whether you mind or not, let's get started first!" Cheryl said. "I've asked all the second-year students, and every single one of them has their own land in the farmland area! We can't possibly be here by next Monday without having cultivated any land at all!"

The other little witches nodded emphatically: "That's right! We have the best exam results and the most magic coins in all grades, so we can't let the seniors say we're just all talk and no action! This land must be cleared out, and it has to be huge! Bigger than the seniors'!"

Moran looked at the little witches with satisfaction.

Look how amazing that is!
She never imagined that she would get infected while sleeping, and while attending class!

That's a great idea!
When she went to bed that night, she used a cleaning spell to clean the large hoe, and then steadily channeled her magic into it while closing her eyes to rest.

When I checked the next morning, it actually worked!
The shovel had become even more deeply tainted, and the energy traces on its body were more obvious.

During the morning witch history class, Amisha was stunned to see the little witches sitting in their seats, each holding a large hoe, with magical halos around their hands, as if they were being infected.

"???" Amisha reminded them, "Class is starting!"

"Dean, don't worry, our infection technology is already very good, it won't affect the classes!" Cheryl said.

The little witches clung to their hoes, refusing to let go, expressing their determination.