The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Sylph followed Moran's gaze to the window, where Mr. Alamier was crouching under the oak tree, seemingly talking to it.

"I think he'll agree. But... Moran, let's choose the second option!"

"Don't you really like this house?" Moran asked. "If we choose the second option, we might not be able to buy this house."

Sylph's fondness for this place wasn't just about wanting to stay for two days; it was a genuine desire to own it.

"Moran, with your excellent memory, you can probably remember the structure and decoration of this house after just one walk around, right? Make a {decoration template card} like this! When I build the Witch's House in the future, I can refer to this template for decoration."

Sylph had come to terms with it: "No matter how beautiful this house is, we won't be able to live here for long."

Copy down the decorations so you can enjoy them for a long time in your own witch's house.

It's not worth disrupting our original plans just for a house like this.

"Don't worry! We'll give this house a proper 'tour' later!"

Moran patted her chest and promised that she would definitely get the {decoration template card} for this house for her.

"So now... should we put on an act and quickly distance ourselves from this house, or rather, from Mr. Alamir, who is about to receive an invitation from the Dawn Society?" Lilith's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I'm going to play the villain who coldly watches over our disillusioned companion!"

Upon hearing this, Vasita was also eager to arrange a role for herself: "Then I'll play the villain who refuses to lend money to his distressed companion!"

"A disappointed and sad companion... does that mean me?" Sylph said.

“That’s right! You want to buy this house, but you don’t have enough money. Your advisor is unwilling to lend you money, and even if you come to me, I won’t lend you any,” Vasida said.

“Then you have to give up the house, and you’re very sad. I just stand by and watch, pretending I didn’t see anything,” Lilith said. “How about that? Isn’t that a bit bad? I’ve heard that the competition among human mage apprentices is fierce, and many of them don’t get along very well.”

“Okay! Okay!” Sylph said, “Do I need to add some scenes where she argues with you and then runs out the door?”

"..." Moran sighed and said, "If the three of you really went to the treacherous mage tower, you wouldn't survive a single episode!"

Their entire understanding of the conflicts between monks was that they would not lend money, would stand by and watch indifferently, and would run away after arguing.

This is even worse than children arguing. When children quarrel, they might tear each other apart and break up!

“Is it really that bad?” Lilith said.

"Of course!" Moran said, "Just listen to my instructions!"

Moran immediately summoned the golden pen and quickly wrote out a short script using the Book Magic Copying Technique: "After you've read it and practiced a bit, let's start the performance today!"

She fulfilled their wish to portray the struggles between fellow monks; now it remains to be seen whether they can perform well.

It doesn't matter if the performance is bad, the audience is a genius anyway.

The elves' struggles and conflicting understandings are not much better than those of the witches.

Alamir spoke for a long time under the oak tree. As soon as he entered the house, he faintly heard voices coming from upstairs, seemingly from the corridor.

His ears moved.

"Vashida, could you lend me some money?" "Are you crazy? If you like this house, just ask your mentor to stay here a couple more days. Why do you have to buy it?!"

"I feel very comfortable here, and it's only 20 magic coins! It's really cheap... Please, Vasita! Neither my mentor nor Lilith will lend it to me."

"No way! I'm not as clueless as you. The gold coins I painstakingly saved are for exchanging for magical structures, not for lending to you to buy a house!"

……

Alamir's heart sank; it seemed that even this buyer who seemed to like him wouldn't be able to make the purchase.

Is 20 magic coins expensive? Wouldn't it be practically free if it were any cheaper?

If he went upstairs now, he would see Vasita and Sylph arguing in the hallway, each holding a piece of paper.

Unfortunately, this part had the most lines, and there wasn't enough time for them to memorize them. Fortunately, it was just an argument where they only needed to make noise.

The two argued several more times, bringing up many old grievances. Finally, Sylph wiped her eyes with a handkerchief soaked in chili water, and ran downstairs crying with red eyes.

"Would you like a glass of juice?" Alamir asked.

Sylph shook her head; all she could think about right now was her role in the film.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Alamier, I can’t buy your house. I don’t have that much money, and my mentor said that Lance City isn’t the end of our journey and he’s unwilling to lend me money to buy a house…”

“It’s alright,” Alamir comforted her. “If you like it here, just stay here for a couple of days! If no one buys it, I can always ask the Marquis to merge the inn into the Golden Flower Inn across the street, as long as Yar isn’t cut down and the flower garden where it is is left.”

“I’m sorry… As long as I’m still in Lance City, I’ll come and check on Yar as often as possible!” Sylph lowered her head.

Just then, Lilith came downstairs and saw Sylph and Alamir together. She snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Sylph! Our mentor is hungry. She wants us to go buy some food!"

"Here she comes!" Sylph wiped away her tears and ran over.

As the two walked towards the door, Lilith was still berating her:

"I really don't know why you insist on buying a house. It may be cheap, but we can't live here permanently. Wouldn't it be more cost-effective to rent a house for a few years?"
We're wild mages! If you don't plan ahead, you'd better go and take the nobility assessment and tie it to your fiefdom! I'm afraid with the little magic you know now, you won't even pass the first hurdle of the nobility assessment…”

The two disappeared outside the door, and their voices faded into the distance.

Alamir sighed.

It turns out they can't stay in Lance City for long either. Now it seems they really have no choice but to merge the inn into the Golden Flower Inn. Fortunately, he and the Marquis are old acquaintances, so he should be able to get her to keep the old oak tree.

Meanwhile, Greta, who works at the restaurant of the Golden Globe Inn next door, suddenly received a new notification for her {Dawn Society Trial Card}, which had been quiet for a long time.

During a break from work, Greta went to the restroom and took the opportunity to glance at the cards.

[Given that you have befriended five mages in distress within six months, exceeding the requirements for Trial Quest Three, you are now being issued the final trial quest ahead of schedule. Completion of this quest will not affect the subsequent rewards for Trial Quest Three.]

[Final Trial Mission: The owner of the Oak Tree Inn is troubled by his 'old friend'. Please deliver an {Dawn Society Invitation} to him in the most appropriate way. Time limit: Three days.]

[Reward: Official Membership in the Dawn Society] (End of Chapter)