The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 311 Outdoor Barbecue
Vasita, who was waiting near the first landing point, stared wide-eyed at the sight of the six red-eyed birds falling from the sky: "Moran is right, there is no one more suitable to be the bait than her."

They were all genuinely used as bait, while Moran was both bait and slaughtering people.

Once Moran succeeded, he continued to accelerate his flight. When he reached the vicinity of the second landing point, he struck again, and six more Red-Eyed Birds fell to the ground.

Moran flew a large flock of sixty-six red-eyed birds in a wide circle and shot them all down.

Before reaching the final landing point, Moran finished off the last six birds, landed to collect the carcasses of the Red-eyed Birds, and then went to rejoin his companions.

After a while, the other little witches arrived.

"Moran! Your golden arrow technique is almost more accurate than the elves' magical arrows! You managed to hit six targets at once! We're just collecting the Red-Eyed Bird corpses, and we're already struggling to keep up with your pace," Sylph said as soon as she saw her.

"It's not that exaggerated!" Moran said modestly.

Having absorbed the experience and memories of so many sharpshooters and shooting champions on Earth, it's normal for her magic to be highly accurate.

"Have you brought back all the Red-Eyed Bird wings?" Moran was more concerned about this.

“I have forty-eight wings here,” Vasita said.

“There are thirty-six of us,” Sylph and Alba said.

Ais and Cheryl: "Me too. We encountered a pack of wolves, threw ourselves out to attract them, cut off our wings, and left."

"Well done! Next, let's go collect some Inkleaf Tree sap! With so many wings, we'll need a lot of Inkleaf Tree sap!"

Moran then led them to the far end of the dark-leaved forest, away from the habitat of the red-eyed birds:

"Be careful not to let the remaining red-eyed birds in the forest spot us. Although the flock consists mostly of old, weak, sick, and disabled birds, and they don't pose much of a threat to us, if we wipe them out in one go, we won't be able to hunt red-eyed birds here anymore."

These wings are so delicious, you can't just eat them once!
Next year, when the new red-eyed birds grow up, she will definitely come back to harvest another batch and take them to the outer areas to enjoy.

Moran used a silencing spell to isolate them from any noise. The group carefully cut open the bark and began collecting the sap.

"This sap doesn't look edible. Are we really going to use it to marinate the wings of the red-eyed bird?" Sylph asked, looking at the dark brown sap.

“Of course!” Moran said, “I’ve tried it. This tree sap doesn’t taste good when used to marinate other meats. It’s bitter and tastes like a culinary disaster. But when used with red-eyed bird wings, it creates a wonderful transformation. You’ll see in a moment!”

Back at the edge of Boar Valley Waterfall, on the soft grass lawn that Moran had specially planted.

Ais and Cheryl lit a campfire, while Moran, along with Sylph and Vasida, used wood-shaping magic to create a super-large wooden basin to pickle the wings of the Red-Eyed Bird.

As for Alba, she's part of the atmosphere team, currently using a light spell to release mini light balls on the tips of the grass.

"You know what, a few tiny, rice-grain-sized, colorful specks on the tips of grass actually look quite nice when there are a lot of them."

Moran praised.

Her Light Magic level was slightly higher than Alba's, but she never thought of using Light Magic in this way.

When people use lighting technology, they always strive for higher brightness, wider illumination range, and longer duration. Light bulbs will only get bigger and bigger; they won't get smaller and used purely for decoration.

“Right! I often do this at home, but I always put the little orbs of light on the ceiling and make them look like stars,” Alba said. “Unfortunately, these orbs of light can’t last long. Once the magic power is used up, they will dissipate.”

“You can take more gems or crystals back and make similar magic light strips, so they can be used for a longer time,” Moran said.

Such a magic lamp doesn't require high-quality gems or crystals; ordinary ones are sufficient. "That's a good idea!" Alba said. "However, I plan to mine in the underground river myself later, which might require entering through your basement."

“You can come anytime. The magic circle in the residence is open to you. If you don’t see me, just go to the basement,” Moran said.

When she told them about this hidden route, she didn't intend to monopolize the entrance.

The so-called residence is just something that all third-year students have to go through. Once that's done, they can live there for a year in fourth grade, study magic in peace for a while, and that's enough.

The others didn't stand on ceremony with her either.

Ordinary ores are fine, but they also want to find some magical ores to make magical items to arm themselves and prepare for next year.

"Moran! Is this alright?" Vasita filled the large basin with pickled red-eyed bird wings.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Any more and the pots will crack." Moran quickly said, "Let's divide the rest among ourselves and freeze them to take back and store!"

“Why would I need to store this? I can eat all of this in one meal!” Vasita said.

“Listen to me, eat more today. You can take out the rest later if you crave them. Just roast one at a time to satisfy your cravings. Who knows when we’ll find so many red-eyed birds again?” Moran said.

"Once you've eaten it, you'll know that my arrangement was absolutely right. My biggest regret back then was that I ate both wings at once and didn't leave any for the rest."

Since Moran had already said so much, Vasida and the others naturally did as he said.

By this time, they were extremely curious about the taste of the red-eyed bird wings pickled in the sap of the black-leaf tree.

Just how delicious must it be for Moran, who has mastered the culinary delights of Earth, to be reluctant to eat more than a little!
Six little witches sat in a circle beside a large wooden tub, staring longingly at the bird wings inside.

Vasita: "Is it ready?"

Moran: "No."

Sylph: "How much longer?"

Ais: "We should wait until it starts to turn brownish-black."

Alba: "Slurp~ Why am I already craving it before it even starts baking?"

"Slurp~" Cheryl: "I'll go add some more firewood."

……

Once the wings had finally turned brownish-black, Moran said it was time to start grilling. They all took out the grills they had prepared beforehand, waved their wands, and unleashed their cooking magic.

In just a few breaths, the basin was empty, and grills were erected around the campfire.

They moved from beside the wooden tub to beside the campfire.

As soon as it was heated, the aroma filled the air, and for a moment, they were so busy swallowing their saliva that they didn't even have the mind to talk.

When it was finally baked and ready to eat, there was absolutely nothing else to say except "delicious".

It was a truly quiet open-air barbecue.

When she was completely stuffed, Ais sighed, "It's such a shame the seniors left!"