The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 458 Transformation Potion
Having ventured into the lush, grassy areas twice and encountered danger both times, Greta finally realized that fertile, grassy lands were also a paradise for monsters.

On the contrary, this barren land right next to the Black Forest, though desolate, is precisely the place that neither undead creatures nor magical beasts want to come to.

"Looks like I can't just go in the direction the magic card points to anymore," Greta thought. "Luckily, the direction the magic card points to is diagonally into a lush, overgrown area. I'll walk north along the Black Forest first, and when I reach a populated area, I'll head in this direction—is it east or west again? Never mind, I can still get there by heading in this direction, right?"

After resting, she set off again.

This time, she chose to go directly to the Black Forest, and from then on, she never encountered any wild beasts running on the ground, let alone magical beasts.

Only occasionally during the daytime, when flying magical beasts from afar would spot her.

But the distance was great, and thanks to her lucky intuition, she was always able to detect danger early on, giving her enough time to hide in the dark forest.

They directly used the deathly gray mist in the Black Forest as their protective shield.

Fortunately, there were few undead creatures on the outskirts of the Black Forest during the day, so she was safe there.

She can't stay in the Black Forest for too long, otherwise it will have an adverse effect on her body. And now she doesn't have another {Magic Card - Clear Death Power} to remove the death power from her body.

Greta continued along the edge of the Black Forest until she came to a large river that blocked her way, at which point she stopped.

The great river comes from the north, flowing along the edge of the Black Forest and directly into the depths of the Emerald Creek Plain.

Looking at this river, even wider than the largest lake in the Kingdom of Watson, if it weren't for the rushing water and the distant shore visible in the distance, one would almost mistake it for the legendary ocean. Greta recalled a line from her magic notebook:

"If you see a river as wide as the sea, then you must have seen the River of Valen, the origin of life."

"This is... the River of Origin?"

Greta's mind raced: "If this is the River of Origin, then the area north of the Black Forest and west of the River of Origin is the territory of the Yara Empire, while the other side is the Magic Empire."

Looking at the rooftops she could vaguely see on the opposite bank, she felt a surge of excitement: "Is that the Magic Empire over there?"

That was the free, magical kingdom she had longed for ever since she discovered that the gods were a hoax!
But... how do we get there?
How could anyone possibly cross such a wide and turbulent river?
"Yes! How is she going to get there!" Greta worried, and the four witches on the flying carpet were even more worried.

"Ahem! It's time for me to step in." Moran took out his flying broom and a bottle of potion in his other hand.

It had been so long since I'd seen Moran's flying broomstick; it had always been in its flying carpet form. Vasita hadn't quite understood what she meant until she saw the potion in Moran's other hand, and then it dawned on her:
"A shape-shifting potion? You're planning to change your appearance and then ride a broomstick to take her there?"

The shapeshifting potion is an essential potion for witches to disguise themselves and travel to the territories of other races besides humans. They had all studied it carefully and recognized it at a glance.

However, the Transformation Potion is already considered a high-level potion, requiring many precious magical plants to craft, so none of them have actually crafted or even tried it yet.

“Hmm! The witches uploaded quite a few samples of magical materials. I have all the materials needed for the transformation potion, so I tried to brew it,” Moran said. “Now is a good time to test her attitude towards the witches.”

If it weren't for the shapeshifting potion, she would have already added river-crossing tools like boats to the trial shop.

The River of Origin is indeed not something one can swim across.

Just before, when she was considering carrying Vasita and Sylph, she had already engraved a combination of runes for carrying people and carrying weight on her flying broom.

Although they might affect the acceleration function, it's fine as long as they're not used simultaneously with the magic acceleration function. Moran drank the transformation potion, instantly transforming back into her previous life form. She then changed into a green witch's robe she hadn't worn before, donned the witch's signature pointed hat, mounted her wand, and waved to her companions: "I'm off!"

With that, it activated its stealth ability and flew towards the wilderness.

Lilith, Vasita, and Sylph remained on the flying carpet, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"My broom can carry people too! I want to go too!" Lilith said longingly.

“We’d like to get to know Greta too!” Vasita and Sylph said.

Having followed Greta for so long, I've long since accepted her in my heart.

Moran left so quickly, of course, because she didn't want to give up this opportunity.

Most witches live alone, so it would be too strange for a group of witches to fly over there.

After flying to a position where Greta could no longer see him, Moran deactivated the invisibility shield, activated the passenger and weight-bearing function of the flying broom, and then took out a large animal skin bag, a standard accessory for poor witches, and hung it on the broom handle, putting in some low-level healing potions, low-level disease-curing potions, and low-level antidote potions.

The wand also changed back to its original wand form from its ring form and was inserted into its waistband.

This image of a poor alchemist witch emerging from the wilderness, preparing to trade for supplies at the nearest human village, is perfectly acceptable.

Mo Lan knew the village on the other side of the river; it was called Riverside Village.

At the southern tip of the Duchy of Lance, five villages together, stretching from west to east, form the most important line of defense against the monsters of Emerald Creek Plain.

The westernmost one is Riverside Village.

These villages all have resident Buddhist monk teams.

Generally, before being granted a title, mages trained in the Duchy of Lance must first serve as resident mages in these villages for several years.

Although it's called a village, its combat strength is higher than that of some towns in the heart of the principality.

The entire village consisted of soldiers and their families. When the monsters attacked, they were soldiers; after the monsters retreated, they became civilians.

The Duchy of Lance treats witches well, so witches living in the wilderness will occasionally go to these villages to trade with caravans for unique resources from the human world.

Many witches' travelogues on the continent mention these villages, indicating that they stayed here.

Moran will be playing a witch who comes out of the wilderness to the riverside village to trade potions for new things from the humans.

She even wore a grass-green witch's robe decorated with floral embroidery, and a badge of a potion witch on her chest, which made her look natural, fresh, gentle and friendly.

She rode her broom slowly, flying low in the air, looking like she wasn't in a hurry.

After a while, they flew back to the vicinity of the River of Origin.