The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 460 Riverside Village Market

Greta was mentally prepared, but she didn't feel anything uncomfortable. Something soft lifted her buttocks, and her legs relaxed instantly.

"Hold on tight?" Moran said. "We're taking off!"

"Hmm!" Greta didn't ask any more questions about the broom seat, and just silently gripped the broom handle tighter.

Moran didn't show off like Ms. Amisa had when she carried her; instead, she slowly rose into the air and flew slowly towards the other side of the river.

On the flying carpet, Lilith, Vasida, and Sylph looked at each other in bewilderment.

"She just took Greta across like that?" Vasita said. "There's a human village on the other side, isn't there?"

“Should we follow or…” Sylph asked.

Just as the three were hesitating, the little monkey that Moran had left on the flying carpet tugged at Lilith's robe and handed her a letter.

"Moran's letter?" Lilith took it, read it, and said to Vasita and Sylph:
"She said that Riverside Village is friendly to witches, and there is no anti-invisibility magic circle. When no flying monsters pass by, the anti-flying magic circle will not be activated, so we can sneak over. We'll meet up with her after she finishes her performance."

“Then follow along!” Vasita said.

Lilith nodded and controlled the flying carpet to fly across the river.

Moran carried Greta as they slowly flew across the River of Origin and landed outside the riverside village.

Greta jumped off the broom and quickly thanked her.

"The money and goods are settled, we're even." Moran waved his hand, shrunk the broom and put it into his large animal skin bag, then walked towards the riverside village.

She only breathed a sigh of relief after leaving Greta behind.

Adhering to the principle that the more you say, the more mistakes you make, she didn't take the initiative to speak to Greta during the time she flew across the river, dutifully playing the role of a trader.

Greta was also excessively obedient and cautious, and didn't say a word the whole way.

The long silence made Moran feel extremely uncomfortable; she couldn't wait for the performance to end and her to leave.

Little did Greta know, as she watched Moran's departing figure, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's true that sitting on the broom is very comfortable, but she's essentially handing her life over to the witch.

He was afraid that his words might displease the witch and cause her to be thrown into the river from the sky.

The silence grew heavier, so much so that she didn't dare ask the witch's name.

Fortunately, it seems that the witch is in a fairly stable mood.

"As expected, the temple's mentors were all lying!" Greta thought to herself.

I glanced back at the dark forest on the other side of the river.

West of the River of Origin lies the Yara Empire, and to the east lies the Magic Empire.

From this moment on, she has officially set foot on land beyond the reach of the temple, and no longer needs to worry about being hunted down by the temple knights, falsely accused of blasphemy, or burned at the stake.

"Now I can openly and honestly say that I am a mage!"

Greta adjusted her mage robes, gripped her staff, and walked proudly toward the village ahead.

Moran had already entered the village. The guards at the village watchtower saw her flying in from the other side of the river on a broomstick, and with her signature witch's hat, they ordered their men to move the spiked fence at the entrance from a distance.

The guards even gave an awkward gentleman's bow: "Your Grace, welcome to Riverside Village of the Duchy of Lance!"

Moran nodded slightly and went inside. She didn't seem like it was her first time there.

Once inside, following the directions given in "The Witch's Travels," she quickly found the market.

Riverside Village is near Emerald Creek Plain, where monsters often attack, resulting in a large supply of monster materials. Occasionally, there are also special products from witches. In addition, there is a mage guild stationed there, so the village has good purchasing power, and merchant caravans often come here.

The market that formed was even more lively than the bonfire market held annually on Independence Day in Witch Town.

To maintain her image as someone who knew the place well, Moran first found an open space by the market roadside, took out an animal hide from her bag, spread it on the ground, then took out the bottles of low-level magic potions she had brought and placed them on it, along with a wooden sign displaying the prices of the potions, and began setting up her stall.

The witch's potions are clearly very popular here.

When Moran entered the market, she felt that she had attracted a lot of attention, with many people staring at the alchemist witch badge on her chest for several seconds.

By the time she had laid out the animal hide and taken out the potion bottle, quite a few people were walking over.

After placing the price tags, Moran looked up and found her stall surrounded.

"Miss Witch, I need three bottles of low-grade healing potions."

"I need a bottle of antidote potion."

"Miss Witch, do you have any sleeping potions? I've been having trouble sleeping lately."

……

Her stall was quickly emptied, and many people didn't even get to buy anything.

Originally, she was just trying to maintain her persona, so she didn't carry many potions in her animal skin bag, and they were all low-level potions that weren't very valuable.

Unexpectedly, she underestimated the popularity of witch potions among humans.

"Miss Witch, when will you come next time?"

"Miss Witch, may I make a reservation?"

……

Moran refused the guests who wanted to make a reservation, rolled up the animal skin and the ordinary gold coins on it, and fled from the crowd.

Greta had just performed a spell at the village entrance, proving her status as a wizard apprentice and obtaining a map of Riverside Village. As she walked toward the market, she saw the slightly disheveled witch.

The witch nodded to her, then ran into the depths of the market without looking back, followed by a group of villagers who kept asking her when she would return.

He cursed the temple mentor again, thinking how good-natured the witch was; she didn't even get angry while being chased by humans like that.

"Hey! What were you all doing around Miss Witch just now?" Greta grabbed a person on the side of the road and asked in her slightly broken Valentin.

"Buy potions! She's an alchemist witch! She has a witch's badge!" said a villager dressed as a warrior. "The witch's healing potions are incredibly effective. If you carry a bottle with you when monsters attack, it's like having a second life!"

Greta looked curiously at the two crystal bottles in the villager's hands: "Are these healing potions?"

"Hmm." The villager tucked the two potion bottles he was holding into his arms, as if afraid Greta would snatch them.

Although the fabric of her clothes wasn't as good as mine, the style was that of a mage's robe, and she was holding a small staff in her hand!
He's at least a mage apprentice, and even if he were to fight her bare-handed, he could easily take her down. But the status of mages and warriors is worlds apart; he can't afford to mess with them!
If they really want it, then he'll be in a difficult position.

Greta looked in the direction Moran had left, filled with regret: "I should have asked Miss Witch what she was doing here!"

After being saved by the magic card, she developed a great respect for magical items with healing effects and wished she could hoard more of them.

When she turned around, the people around her were gone. The villagers had taken advantage of Greta's momentary daze and quickly slipped away.