The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Moran's list grew longer and longer, and even with the aid of transcription, it took up most of the morning.

By the time the name of the last skill book was written on the paper, the long bark paper had already covered the entire small living room.

She examined the heavy list with satisfaction: "If the transaction goes through, I can quickly acquire all the magical knowledge in the beginner's area and go check out the exploration area sooner."

However, to bring this list into the dream world, we still need to borrow the power of the Book of Cards.

Moran used this thick list as material in the Book of Cards to design a {Supply List} card.

Upon entering the dream world that night, she immediately materialized the cards.

Because it uses bark paper made from the inner bark of giant trees, a specialty of Cuimu Village, it is two to three times thicker than ordinary paper.

The long list was rolled up into a bundle, its diameter comparable to an adult's arm, and its height about the same as the solid wood bar stool by the window.

Moran tried lifting it, and the weight was astonishing.

"Fortunately, the adventurer's backpack's storage rules only consider completeness..." She secretly rejoiced. As long as it was judged as "one item," no matter how big it was, it could be completely stored in the backpack.

The giant scroll disappeared before our eyes, leaving only a smaller version of the bark scroll image displayed in our inventory.

Then, Moran transformed into a titmouse and, under the cover of night, rushed to the various plant transformation classrooms.

It is now nighttime in the dream world. There are relatively few classes during this time, and they are all concentrated in the first half of the night.

The lesson covered the invisibility techniques of the Ghost Grass, the details of the Night-Shining Epiphyllum's bloom, and the strangulation techniques of the Dark Night Vines... By the time the last lesson ended, the moon had already begun to set.

Moran transformed back into her Night Cat form, gracefully traversing the quiet vine-lined path. The night breeze ruffled her black fur, carrying a touch of coolness.

From afar, she could see Downs pacing back and forth, looking around, on the vine-covered corridor outside the Treeheart Hotel.

He looked like he had been waiting for a long time; the collar of his uniform was soaked with night dew.

When Moran, in his Night Cat form, appeared at the end of the corridor, he jumped to his feet, nearly tripping over himself due to numbness in his legs. He quickly regained his composure and steadied himself by holding onto the vine-covered railing: "You're finally here! I thought you were going to stand me up..."

"Sorry, something came up and I was held up for a little while."

Moran lightly leaped onto the railing by the corridor, reducing the height difference between herself in her ghost cat form and him. She slowly licked her paws before taking out the giant scroll from her backpack.

With a muffled thud, the scroll landed at Towns' feet, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

“This is…” Downs’ eyes widened.

“I rented a warehouse from old Groot. This is the spare key. I’ll tell you how to acquire skill points once you have everything on this list ready and stored in the warehouse.” Moran tossed him another leaf key. No one’s backpack could hold everything on the list, and there were no magical contracts binding transactions in the dream world. Only after everything was in her rented warehouse would she be willing to reveal what she knew.

Upon hearing this, Downs frantically tried to untie the binding vines, and the thick bark paper unfurled with a whoosh, rolling a long distance on the ground.

He hurriedly ran after the scroll a few steps before managing to hold one end down.

When he saw the densely packed items on it, his jaw almost dropped to the floor: "You call this a list? This is almost as big as the federal warehouse's inventory!"

Moran's tail tip unconsciously slapped the ground. Although she felt a little uneasy, her tone was exceptionally self-righteous: "If it's all written on a piece of paper, you can put it all in your backpack at once. Why not call it a list?"

She lightly leaped onto the unfolded list, her paw landing precisely on the notes at the end. "Look carefully, there's only one copy of everything."

Towns crouched down and squinted to carefully examine the notes.

Indeed, each item of supplies was clearly marked with the words "one set", "one set" or "one book", but they were squeezed into the dense text and were not very conspicuous.

He let out a long sigh of relief, his expression finally softening: "Although this list is indeed... uh... very diverse, if we only need one of each kind..."

His finger slid down the list of items, gradually regaining the composure of a professional investigator: "One Shadow Clan settlement guarantee, one set of Shadow Clan conversion ceremony materials, one Shadow Hunter job invitation letter, one job skill book - Shadow Walking..."

The voice trailed off as she read, finally managing to ask, "But this is way too much! From residency guarantee letters and race-changing ceremony materials to job invitations and skill books, are you collecting all the race, job, and skill books from the Dream World's newbie zone just to build up your power? But one of each kind isn't very useful!"

"You don't need to worry about that, I have my own uses for it!"

Moran didn't intend to explain what she was planning to do, lest he guess how she would acquire skill points; she only stated:
“My requirements are not high. These are all common supplies that can be obtained in the newbie zone. They are readily available in your Federation’s warehouses and are not difficult to obtain. It only takes some time and effort.”

As Downs looked through the items, he quickly calculated in his mind, his brow gradually relaxing: "Indeed... although there are more types, they are all regular items with fixed acquisition methods..."

Although he sensed something was amiss, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he carefully rolled up the list: "I need to consult with my superiors... but since these are all supplies from the newbie zone, it shouldn't be a big problem. However, the premise is that the information you're giving really applies to everyone as you say."

Moran's tail wagged proudly: "I guarantee you'll be satisfied with my message."

She knew the deal was done. For the Dreamweaver Federation, exchanging a bunch of supplies in their warehouses for a major discovery that could expand the number of adventurers' skills was a sure win no matter how you looked at it.

What she is about to receive is a beginner's magic knowledge base that might take several years to collect in its entirety.

Downs put the list scroll into his backpack, and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor outside the hotel. Moran watched him walk away, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a titmouse—tonight's "extracurricular tutoring" had only just begun.

There were no transformation classes arranged by the village in the second half of the night, but for Moran, who had already built good relationships with the dream mentors by giving gifts, learning opportunities were no longer limited by the schedule.

The nighttime hours couldn't be wasted either; otherwise, if she followed the village's schedule lesson after lesson, it might take her two or three years to cover all the plant transformation lessons. (End of Chapter)