The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 707 Dream World 45
Martina suddenly appeared beside Moran, her shadow also covered with small swirls, allowing her to stand easily in the light: "Well done! You have grasped the essence of 'being draped in light'!"

He paused, then sighed, "Groot has really given me a good student this time..."

She was so pleased with Moran that she even had a better impression of Groot, who had introduced Moran to her.

Although this guy is full of bad intentions, he has a sharp eye for people, and this time he really sent her a good student.

Moran looked down and saw his shadow swaying gently in the light. The vortexes had formed a stable cycle, and with just a little shadow power to maintain it, the light in the shadow world could be transformed into light elemental power attached to the shadow, protecting his shadow while also allowing him to merge into the light.

"Shadow Hunters have three core abilities."

Martina suddenly became serious, and the stone crutch drew three shadowy trails in the area of ​​light.

"The first one is shadow walking—not the fancy skills in your adventurer skill books, but the real ability to move freely in the shadow world."

Her gaze swept over the swirling vortex of light and shadow on Moran's shadow, and she said with satisfaction:
"You have now perfectly mastered the 'Radiance' technique, so you've passed this test."

Next, I will learn 'Shadow Hunting' and 'Shadow Pet Taming'.

She suddenly narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Moran's face. "You've just transformed into a Shadow Clan member, so you probably don't have much Shadow Power left in your body, right? Come back to the real world with me to rest for a bit, and I'll explain some basic theories about the Shadow Clan and Shadow Hunters to you while I'm at it!"

According to Martina's original teaching plan, this step should have been done when the student failed in their first attempt at shadow walking and fell out of the shadow world in a sorry state.

At that time, the trainees' shadows would often suffer minor injuries, which would be a good opportunity to explain the theory while they were recovering.

But this little monster in front of her... completely exceeded her expectations. It learned everything in no time, and in just a short while, she had taught it all the techniques of shadow walking.

"Okay!" Moran obediently followed Martina's arrangement.

In fact, her shadow power is still quite abundant, and she hasn't even had time to change her job to Shadow Hunter yet. All her shadow power comes from magic conversion, so she doesn't need any job template guidance at all.

However, all of these things could expose her identity as an explorer, which she cannot tell anyone in the Dream World.

In Martina's eyes, she was just an adventurer who had just changed races and whose job level had returned to its original state. It was a miracle that she had been able to hold on until now.

We can only let this misunderstanding continue, and it just so happens that she also wants to learn some basic theoretical knowledge.

The knowledge in the skill book is more practical than theoretical. It's fine for mastering basic magic skills, but it's still lacking when it comes to building a complete magic system. Theoretical knowledge is exactly what she lacks.

Soon, Moran followed her teacher Martina back to her cave.

"Let's familiarize ourselves with the environment first."

Martina, leaning on her stone cane, walked towards the stairs, the wooden steps creaking slightly under her weight. Moran, reaching the top, noticed that the seemingly rough cave actually had three levels of space, separated by thick black iron planks.

The first floor is a spacious living area, with a cooking counter, cabinets, dining table, bookshelves, chairs and stools around the fireplace. It can be used for heating, resting, cooking, dining and entertaining guests.

There were two rooms on the second floor. Martina didn't go into details, but suddenly turned around at the corner of the stairs, slamming her stone cane against Moran's feet with a warning glare.
"Both rooms are off-limits without my permission!"

Ms. Martina led her up to the third floor, where they pushed open a low oak door, revealing an attic room that was only half the size of the downstairs living room.

Judging from the neatly stacked clutter in the corner, this used to be a cramped storage room.

But at this moment, all those bottles, jars, and old chests were carefully arranged to one side, filling an entire wall, making the most of the available space.

Four-poster beds draped with black gauze canopies were placed in the driest corner of the room, with glowing vines entwined around the bedposts, emitting a soft, luminous green light.

At the foot of the bed stands a walnut wardrobe, its half-open door revealing an oval mirror inlaid on the inside.

There is a small window next to the bed, and a solid wood book sits in front of it. A magic lamp on the table emits just the right amount of warm light, and the lamp base is designed in the shape of a perched owl.

The pot of starlight moss on the corner of the table still had glistening water droplets clinging to it, clearly indicating that it had just been carefully tended to.

Looking at the room before her, which was clearly meticulously prepared, Moran felt a surge of warmth in her heart: "Teacher... what is this?"

"It's just a makeshift place, take it or leave it!" Martina slammed her stone cane on the ground, her voice even hoarser than usual, her shoulders under her cloak tensing unnaturally.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Moran quickly replied, her dark eyes sparkling with laughter. "Thank you, teacher!"

She pondered to herself, what could be a more convenient learning condition than living in her teacher's home?

Moreover—her gaze swept across the room: Martina's shadow on the wall was secretly adjusting a non-existent bow tie; several shadow insects in the corner lay limp and lifeless, their antennae drooping like overcooked noodles; the wooden floor beneath her feet was spotless; all the clutter in the corners had been carefully wiped clean; the furniture and bedding were all brand new. Every detail proclaimed that this room had been decorated with the owner's approval and the utmost care of her most loyal shadow servants.

Martina turned her face away uncomfortably, the shadows at the edge of her cloak pulsating violently. She strode toward the door, but the rhythm of her stone cane tapping the ground was clearly off. She said in a very stiff tone, "Excessive consumption of shadow power will cause headaches and physical weakness. You can only recover through sleep. You should rest for a while!"

Before stepping out the door, the old woman suddenly stopped, her back to Moran, and added, "Come find me when you wake up. If I'm not downstairs, you can take a look at 'Shadow Analysis' on the third shelf of the bookshelf."

The moment the wooden door closed, Moran heard a barely audible sigh from outside, followed by Martina's low-pitched scolding: "Useless thing! You're exhausted just from moving a few pieces of furniture and wardrobes..."

Then, amidst the fading footsteps, the faint, aggrieved chirping of the shadow insect could be heard.

Moran cast a cleansing spell on herself, lay down in the soft bedding, and found that the pillow still had the scent of sunshine, which was a luxury in the Shadow Village where only dappled light filtered in.

Looking at the black curtains, she thought, "This seemingly fierce teacher is perhaps much gentler than she imagined."