The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 645 The Witch's Tree
“The little mud house is quite nice,” Lilith said, a sly glint in her eyes. “Only after living in a dilapidated little mud house will you fall in love with a beautiful big yard and work hard to earn money to build your own witch’s house!”

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of her lips, clearly indicating that she had another meaning in mind—she wanted the younger female students to experience the hardships she had endured!
Vasita suddenly clapped her hands and said excitedly, "In that case, Sylph, can you be bold and tell the witch clan about the mutated Tree of Life?"

She counted on her fingers and analyzed, "In a hundred years, we will definitely be able to see the impact of the mutated Tree of Life on the witch clan."

If the mutated Tree of Life couldn't replace traditional reproduction methods, the dormitory area wouldn't have expanded so much. Besides the mutated Tree of Life, I can't think of anything else that could cause such a dramatic increase in the witch population, which had been stable for hundreds of years.

Having witnessed Moran's prophetic vision firsthand, Sylph now felt more confident about the future of the mutated Tree of Life, her eyes gleaming with unwavering determination.
"I'll contact the clan council right away! Also, I need to apply for the creation of the {Seed Card - Mutated Tree of Life} and {Alien Magic - Mutated Tree of Life}. Moran, remember to approve them..."

"Wait!" Moran suddenly reached out to stop her: "Let's change the name! 'Mutant Tree of Life'..."

She emphasized those words, "This is clearly related to the Tree of Life. Don't let the elves misunderstand."

"Yeah!"

Sylph suddenly realized something and became cautious. "If the elves knew that we had created a mutated Tree of Life, they might really think that we had stolen some materials from the Tree of Life. After all, Valen only has this one Tree of Life, which the elves brought from their original world."

The elves value the Tree of Life more than their own lives. Knowing their nature, they'll seek revenge even if it means incurring the wrath of the Dawn Society, knowing we've harmed it!

Although she did secretly study the Tree of Life, she only observed and recorded its botanical characteristics and never harmed it in the slightest.

Those precious seeds of the mutated Tree of Life were formed entirely by the magical power of the Box of Myriad Seeds.

"What name should we change it to?" Sylph's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Vasida had a sudden inspiration: "How about calling it the Witch Tree? The book that carries the heritage of the witch clan is called the Book of Witches, and this tree of yours can grow little witches, so calling it the Witch Tree is the most fitting!"

Lilith, however, had some concerns: "This tree might not only produce witches!"

Her gaze shifted to the two little ones playing in the crib. "Those born from witches, hatched with witches' energy, become little witches. And those born from other magical races, hatched with their own magical energy, could they be the offspring of their own race?"

"That's quite possible!" Sylph's eyes lit up. "The elves hatched the fruits of the Tree of Life using the power of nature, while I hatched Flora using magic. The witches would definitely use magical power, but as for the other races, it's hard to say."

(The previous settings have been modified here. It is now uniformly changed so that cultivating the mutated Tree of Life requires the use of alien magic, while hatching requires the use of one's own magical energy.)

At this point, Sylph's expression changed: "But whether other races can produce offspring of their own kind is no longer important."

Her voice was clear and strong, with a hint of determination: "I don't intend to give the seeds of the mutated Tree of Life and the corresponding exotic magic to any race other than witches. Once other races can also use this method of reproduction, the advantage it brings to us witches will be gone. Witches are already few in number, so let's just call it the Witch Tree!"

“Witch Tree…a good name!” Moran nodded approvingly.

Although Sylph had already decided on a name, she wasn't in a hurry to create the cards. She turned around, her eyes fixed on Moran: "Moran, do you have any way to indirectly predict the number of witches in the future?"

Her voice held an undisguised anticipation. Moran shook her head with a wry smile, the crystal ball glowing faintly in her palm. "I really have predicted what you're talking about, and I do it every few years, but it's never come true."

She looked up at her friends and said, "There's no way to verify it indirectly. It becomes much more difficult when it involves witches."

She paused for a moment and then offered her guess, "I suspect it's because the manifestations of a witch's talent all carry the power of laws. The energy level of the power of laws is too high; they are not things that can be easily detected."

"Alright!" Sylph lowered her eyes slightly in disappointment. "When Lilith mentioned it just now, I was wondering if the fruit from the Tree of Life planted by witches, when hatched with magic, might hatch into witches themselves!"

Her gaze unconsciously drifted to the two little ones playing in the crib.

Moran followed Sylph's gaze and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I know how to make a prophecy!"

"How do you predict it?" Sylph immediately raised her head, a spark of hope rekindling in her eyes.

Moran pointed to the crib, a silver light flashing from her fingertip: "Isn't this a little one hatched by a witch already?"

A confident smile played on her lips: "I can just predict Flora and Tiana's talent test results at the entrance ceremony fifteen years from now!"

“What if they’re witches?” Vasita interjected. “Isn’t it said that anything involving witches is unlikely to succeed?”

After listening to Vasita's words, Lilith suddenly realized something: "Are you planning to verify this through the results of failure and success?"

Her tone carried a hint of certainty.

Moran nodded approvingly: "That's right!"

She held up the prophecy crystal ball: "If the prophecies for Flora and Tiana both fail, then it means that the witches hatched from them will also be witches. If they both succeed, then it means that the witches hatched from them will also be sorceresses. After all, I couldn't possibly fail to predict the future of an ordinary little witch thirteen years from now."

This ingenious prophecy excited all the witches present.

"Try it!" Sylph's voice trembled slightly with anticipation as she stared intently at Moran's prophecy crystal ball.

"Failure! Failure! It must all fail!" Vasita prayed softly.

Lilith was also very excited: "If all the witches that hatch are witches, I'm willing to forgo finding a partner and raise a huge horde of little witches in the Witch's Wilderness! Then let's see which race dares to cause trouble for our Witch's Wilderness!"

Moran was unusually nervous. He took several deep breaths to calm himself before beginning to use his magic to perform divination.

(End of this chapter)