The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 217 The Dragon's Words Were Deafening

terrible!

Who says there's no learning curve for Dragon Language? Volume is the barrier!
Ms. Amisa's voice reciting the Dragon alphabet was absolutely deafening.

Moran had to turn down the video volume a little.

In the video, Ms. Amisa gestured for her to repeat after her.

Moran hesitated for a second, then focused her energy and exclaimed, "Pop!"

Lilith and the others looked at her in shock: "???"

What triggered Moran?
After a while, the deafening sound of dragon language came through their earphones.

Then it dawned on me that Moran was reading dragon language words.

Dragon language lessons were like torture for the little witches' voices.

Before get out of class ended, Amisha rubbed her ears and said, "Remember to drink some throat-soothing potion to cure your hoarse voices. If you don't know how to make it, you can pick some Dewdrop Flowers and steep them in water to drink, but it will take a while to work."

After Ms. Amisha left, Vasita turned to Lilith and said with difficulty, "Senior, cough cough, do you... know how to make a throat lozenge?"

Her voice was like a duck being choked, extremely harsh. Lilith couldn't help but want to laugh, but when she thought of herself, she couldn't laugh anymore.

She opened her mouth, and with a hoarse voice, forced out two words: "No, I won't."

She may have studied potions, but she didn't put as much effort into them as she did into magic and alchemy. She naturally wouldn't bother learning about throat lozenges, which she used to think she'd never need in her life.

I didn't expect to be proven wrong so quickly.

Vasida sighed in disappointment; it seemed she could only pick the dew-kissed flowers and soak them in water.

Even the senior students don't know throat-soothing potions, so how could these little witches, who have only just entered their second year and have only learned healing potions, insect-repelling potions, and weed-repelling potions, possibly know them?

"The Complete Book of Witches' Potions" only just appeared in the second-grade reading list!

Wait, there's Moran too!
"Molan, can you?"

Moran didn't even open her mouth, she just nodded.

It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, but rather that she had long since lost the ability to speak.

While other little witches only had one lesson in dragon language, she had two lessons at double the speed.

They chant dragon language twice as frequently as the others, and their throats suffer twice as much damage.

They could still manage to say a few words in their hoarse voices, but Moran was already speechless by the second half of the class, and even the parts that needed to be read aloud were only read in her head.

Normally, Vasita and the others would have asked Moran when she learned it.

They all seem to have been born taciturn.

Moran put the flat panel projector into the cards and gestured for them to follow her.

The five little witches hurried out of the castle with their mouths tightly shut, only to encounter the first-year female students they least wanted to see in the castle corridor.

Good afternoon, senior!

Moran smiled and nodded in response, without pausing her steps.

Others followed suit, keeping their mouths shut even if they could still make a sound.

The first-year witches watched them disappear at the end of the corridor, deep in confusion: "Why are the senior girls suddenly acting so aloof?"

"Where is she being aloof? Senior Moran even smiled!"

"But they didn't say a single word to us!"

...While the little witches were filled with confusion, Bertha slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "I know!"

Seeing that the other little witches were looking at her, Bertha said, "The headmistress said that the second-year students are the most hardworking class she has ever taught. They study diligently during breaks! It's lunch break now, and the students are all rushing around. They bumped into us leisurely strolling around the castle..."

The little witches understood the unspoken meaning in the words and felt a pang of guilt: "Let's go! Let's go back and stain the pages of the book!"

Moran and the others quickly walked to the broom shed, grabbed brooms, and headed towards the herb garden.

On a path in the woods near Greenhouse No. 1, Moran, holding the Book of Witches, pointed at the throat-soothing potion recipe on it and gave it to her friends.

Finally, pointing to the watch face on her wrist, the little witches indicated they understood and split up to disappear into the woods.

Fifteen minutes later, they met outside the red house with the magical plants they had just collected.

Moran took the magical plant and immediately brewed a potion to soothe the throat.

The viscous, green potion hadn't completely cooled down when Moran took out a wooden spoon and gave one to each of his four friends gathered around the cauldron.

Then he scooped up a spoonful, blew on it haphazardly, and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was warm on the palate, followed by a burst of coolness that rolled down the tongue and into the throat. Moran immediately felt the burning sensation in her throat ease considerably, though she still felt the magic potion coating her throat.

Upon seeing this, Lilith, without saying a word, also scooped up a spoonful and ate it.

Although it's a bit strange to drink potions without a bottle and by scooping them out with a spoon, her throat couldn't wait any longer.

Vasita glanced at Sylph, then at Ais, her eyes urging her on.

After the two of them had each scooped up a spoonful, she then took her turn and ate the rest.

After the cool sensation in her mouth gradually faded, Moran used her Clear Spring spell to pour herself a glass of water and drank it down.

The thick, throat-soothing potion was immediately diluted, and a more intense cooling sensation than the first time washed over me.

After the cooling sensation subsided, Moran felt a sense of relief in her throat. She tried coughing lightly: "It's really healed!"

The sound has returned to normal.

After she started looking at the picture book of "The Witch's Potions," she would often stop by to brew a few potions while infecting broom grass.

That's when I learned how to make the throat-soothing potion.

However, the success of the concoction is usually judged based on its color and condition, and the effects are rarely tested by the user.

Today was the first time she had ever drunk the throat-soothing potion, and she didn't expect it to work so quickly.

The other little witches' voices have also recovered.

"I didn't expect Dragon Language to be so hard to learn! Will we have to drink a throat-soothing potion every few words from now on?" Ais was starting to have second thoughts.

You don't necessarily need to learn Dragon Language to go to Delicious Island. Common Language can also be used for communication, but it doesn't have the same advantages as Dragon Language.

“I saw in the tutorial video that Ms. Amisa spoke for a whole hour and her voice was still fine. She didn’t drink any potions either. I guess she’ll get used to it later!” Lilith said.

Moran confirmed Lilith's statement: "I looked at the Dragon Language Dictionary, and it does mention that learners of Dragon Language will train their voices in the process of learning Dragon Language."

Ais then managed to hold back and not give up.

"In any case, we need to prepare the throat-soothing potion," Sylph said. "Fortunately, it's just a low-level potion, so it's not difficult to make."

“Even if it’s not that difficult, it’s not something you can learn to refine in just a few days,” Ais said.

“There are still some medicinal herbs here. I’ll brew another batch. Everyone, take some back with you for later use!” Moran said.

Ais and the others didn't stand on ceremony with Moran; they did indeed need some potions to tide them over.