The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

This time, Moran set her sights on the most luxurious upscale neighborhood in the new city.

Those detached garden villas, protected by energy shields, have silver-gray anti-magic stones embedded in their walls and magical plants transplanted from the dream world serving as guardians in their courtyards.

A few anti-magic stones used to amplify the protective shield wouldn't cause Moran any trouble.

She sneaked into the villa with practiced ease and went straight to the jewelry cabinet in the showroom.

Through the locked glass, the dream stone jewelry inside was teleported out.

A brooch inlaid with pinkish-purple dream stones, earrings adorned with emerald-green dream stones, a rainbow-colored dream stone bracelet wrapped with gold thread...

Moran gave them to the Book of Cards as materials, and then quickly used the Book of Cards to create a set of identical {Dream Stone Jewelry}, which he then put back in the jewelry cabinet.

People drawn by the alarm from the jewelry display case's sensors arrived to find that all the jewelry was perfectly fine.

Even the tiny scratches on the surface of the jewelry caused by long-term wear were perfectly accurate, making me think there was something wrong with the sensor.

When Moran walked the streets again as "Xina," she now had two more colored dream stones in her backpack.

The blood-red patch resembled a frozen sunset, while the sapphire blue patch was like a deep-sea crystal, both radiating a gentle energy fluctuation.

Dream stones are a specialty of the dream world. They can help people fall asleep quickly. High-purity dream stones can also nourish the body while dreaming, allowing the body to get better rest.

People in the dream world love to wear dream stone jewelry.

The most common type is white dreamstone, and you can buy a small, fingernail-sized piece of average quality white dreamstone for a few dozen federal dollars.

If it's a rarer and more beautiful colored dream stone, it can cost thousands of federal dollars for a small one.

If it's also highly pure and has nourishing effects, it would cost at least tens of thousands of federal dollars.

The two dream stones Moran made using the Book of Cards were only the size of a fingernail, and their colors were the common red and blue among colored dream stones. Their quality was just enough to have a nourishing effect on the body, so that they could be sold for a good price without attracting too much attention.

Based on her understanding, these two dream stones should be worth about 30,000 Federal Dollars.

The money, once it enters her "orphan's" account, won't be so much that it will attract the attention of the Dreamweaver Federation, but it will be enough for her to rent a house for a year and still have money left over to live on.

In the new city district of Canaan, a small apartment with a decent environment like the one Colt lives in costs about 1,500 federal dollars a month.

Once she reaches her fifteenth birthday as stated in the information, she will go to the dream world, where the funds in her account can be managed more freely.

After all, there are many examples in the Dream World of poor people who become rich overnight after selling precious materials in the dream world.

Moran was figuring out where the best place to sell them was.

Selling at a reputable jewelry store will lower the price, but it's safer, and the process is more complicated, sometimes requiring registration of her profession level in the dream world.

Selling on the black market in the old town might fetch a slightly higher price, but you're more likely to get ripped off. However, they won't question the origin of the goods and can even register a fake transaction.

After thinking it over, Moran decided to go to the black market.

She wasn't worried at all about double-crossing or anything like that. With her mental magic, it was uncertain whether they would even remember her after the transaction, let alone come looking for trouble later!

Moran saw this black market trading point in the memories of the orphanage director. It was located in the former department store in the old town.

She had no Alliance Coins in her electronic account, so she had to go invisible again and ride her broomstick over.

After emerging from the alley near the department store, Moran headed straight for the "Old Rove Recycling Station" in the department store.

The huge department store has become Old Rov's recycling station. On the surface, it is a place to collect scraps from scavengers in the old city, but in reality, it is also a black market trading point, buying and selling materials from the Dream World.

If you trade here, the transaction record will be the proceeds from buying and selling scrap.

It was already evening, and scavengers wouldn't choose this time to sell their goods. The underground gang members were also preparing to go to the Dream World, and there wasn't a single customer in the recycling center.

The metal door hinges made a screeching sound. Just as Old Rov was about to close the door, he heard footsteps. He squinted his cloudy eyes and saw a slender girl walk in. She looked somewhat familiar.

He immediately frowned, his face contorted with grotesque features: "Go away, go away! It's getting dark, this isn't a place for you!"

Moran raised an eyebrow slightly; this reaction surprised her. Could it be that this notorious black market dealer still retained a shred of conscience?
She pulled two dream stones out of her backpack: "I'm here to sell things, I'll leave after I sell them all!"

Old Rolf's expression changed instantly. His beady eyes were fixed on the two shimmering stones in her palm, a greedy glint almost tangible in them. Suddenly, he launched an attack:
"When did you steal my Dream Stone? Give it back right now! Or I'll go find your headmaster! I don't think you're old enough to go to the Dream World yet!"

He pulled a long stick that was flashing red light out of the doorway, and Old Luo's whole demeanor changed suddenly, turning him into a fierce and menacing figure.

Moran: "..."

It seems she was wrong; old Rolf's kindness was only for those who were truly penniless.

Magic worked again. Moran twitched the finger with the wand ring on it, and old Rolf became dazed.

“Let’s go inside first!” Moran said.

"Alright!" Old Luo Fu dragged his cane and trudged into the house.

Once inside, Moran first checked his memories, then controlled him to transfer 30,000 Federal Credits to her.

Then, they modified his memory of the transaction, adding a small injury to his body using his stick.

Finally, the two dream stones were placed on the table.

About ten minutes after Moran left, old Rov woke up, grimaced, and got up, cursing at the door:

"Ouch! That hurts so much! Who came from that female demon? I've really screwed her over today. It's just two colored dream stones, and she actually forced me to sell them to her for 35,000!"

He then strode to the table and put away the two dream stones: "Luckily she didn't take the dream stones too, otherwise I would have hunted her down to death!"

In his memory, a strange woman in her thirties had just come to sell Dream Stones. He tried to steal her but failed, got beaten up, and was forced to pay an extra 5,000 Federal Dollars to buy the Dream Stones.

As for the recipient "Xina" in the transaction record, there are countless people named Xina throughout Canaan!
He's not from the Federal Archives, so how would he know which Sina this is?

As for Xina from the orphanage, he only vaguely recognized her face; he had no idea what her name was. (End of Chapter)