The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

"Phew—" Squeak exaggeratedly wiped away non-existent sweat. "Master, you're so popular right now! Squeak!"

Moran breathed a sigh of relief: "I never expected that I would have so many admirers!"

She just used her mind-reading ability to look at the people who came to sign her autographs. They were all genuinely fans of her. She originally thought that since her cards were so expensive for other races, people would call her a "goblin witch" when they saw her!

“Alright, let me show you around now, Mr. Zizi?” Moran said with a smile to Zizi, drawing attention back to the care facility itself.

"No problem! Leave it to me!" Zizi immediately perked up, straightened her chest, and took on the role of a professional guide.

It first took Moran to visit the pet rest area.

The space was divided into individual cubicles of varying sizes, each furnished with soft hay or plush cloth and decorated in a unique way according to the habits of different magical pets.

Some of the cubicles also have planters, which are used to simulate a natural environment.

Several magical pets that were temporarily staying there were resting or playing quietly inside. When they saw Zizi and the strangers come in, they just looked around curiously without showing any panic. They were obviously very comfortable with and trusting of the environment.

Next is the activity area, which is much larger than the reception hall. It contains various climbing frames, tunnels, and hanging nets and light vines for flying magical pets to perch on.

There are also many obstacle courses set up in the air, and it is said that a "Fant Games" are held here every month.

“This is the food preparation room,” Zizi pushed open a small door. Inside, there were no magical stoves or ingredient cabinets, only a bookcase. “The meals are all made using {food cards}. This is actually just an archive room for recording the dietary preferences of our magical pets.”

Finally, with a touch of pride, Zizi pushed open a door with a sign that read "Classroom for Study Group".

Inside were several rows of tables and chairs of different shapes, and a small blackboard with clear writing maintained by magic.

"Look! This is our 'Pet Learning Class' classroom!" Zizi introduced. "We'll teach them some basic common language and human life skills! Spark is an outstanding graduate of this class!"

After Moran finished her tour, she thought Zhizhi was incredibly clever: "You guys did a fantastic job! Even if I were in charge, I couldn't have done any better!"

If she weren't currently short of magic power, she would have taken out a {Mirror Space Card} to use as a venue for Mozhikasen's pet care center.

That would definitely be much better than expanding the interior space of the camp, and the environment would be much better.

After a brief stay at the pet-raising center and instructing Kaba about trying Ais's new dish, "Rotten Sac Stew," Moran returned directly to the Mirror Space of the Witch's House.

Standing in front of the magic clock by the door of the cottage, in addition to the base scale representing "home", there are now three clear icons on the clock face: lakeside cottage, personal tent, and Mozikasen pet care house.

These three strongholds formed her initial teleportation network in the world of Valen.

But this is just the beginning.

Moran had a grander vision in mind.

She hopes to establish spatial coordinates and teleportation channels in more key and representative locations in the Valen world.

Chaotic Realm, Black Forest, Heavenly Mountain Holy City, Elf Forest, Dulin Volcano, Orc Plains, Dragon's Delicious Island, Mermaid Sea, Magic Empire, Yara Empire, Underworld...

She needs to find a suitable location in these places, record the spatial coordinates, and establish an exit for the teleportation channel.

In this way, her witch's house truly realized her vision of "reaching all corners of the world with just a door open," fulfilling her original idea of ​​a mobile witch's house. She was planning to hold a witch's house opening party next full moon, and with her witch friends scattered all over the world, she intended to personally deliver invitations to all of them, except for those who resided in the Witch's Wilderness.

This would both demonstrate sincerity and allow for the opportunity to scout locations and purchase or build suitable properties to house those crucial portal exits.

And her first stop, without a doubt, was the Chaotic Realm to find Shana's mother!

Moran's eyes gleamed with anticipation.

It has been many years since she last saw her mother.

She quickly packed her things and prepared some specialty cards from the Three Thousand Mirror Ruins world as gifts.

Shana's mother will surely love these exotic gifts.

Although the magic bell has not yet opened a direct teleportation channel to the Chaotic Realm, making it impossible to "arrive instantly upon opening the door," this does not prevent Moran from using long-distance teleportation to go there directly.

The address left by Shana's mother, "Chaos City Lava Avenue," is a very old street. The witch's spatial magic book, "Valen Spatial Coordinates (Latest Revised Edition)," records the precise spatial coordinates of this street.

Thinking back to her previous experience of being recognized and "watched" by explorers at the pet care center, Moran felt it was better to keep a low profile.

She took out a bottle of shapeshifting potion, tilted her head back, and drank it.

As the drug took effect, her appearance began to change, eventually reverting to the black-haired, black-eyed look she had on Earth.

"Hmm, this should make it less noticeable." Moran looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

After preparing, she took a deep breath, concentrated, and began to mobilize her magic to cast a teleportation spell.

A powerful spatial force enveloped her, and the next second, her figure vanished from the peaceful and serene witch's house.

Chaos City, a city known for its disorder, energy, power worship, and opportunism.

When Moran's feet stepped onto the rough, slightly scorching surface of Lava Avenue, which reeked of a mixture of sulfur, sweat, and barbecue, a tremendous roar instantly engulfed her.

The streets were bustling with people of all ethnicities.

Dark-skinned, muscular tiger-beastmen walked by carrying enormous battle axes; short, stocky dwarves with thick beards hammered red-hot iron blanks, sparks flying; and one could even see the figures of some underground races.

Most of them wore heavy armor or light leather armor, their bodies were scarred, their eyes were full of vigilance, and some of them still showed signs of fatigue and excitement from just finishing a battle.

A primal, martial spirit permeated the air.

Pure spellcasters are rare here; occasionally you can see a few figures wearing long robes with daggers at their waists, clearly possessing some close-combat abilities.

In this neighborhood filled with masculine and wild atmosphere, there is an elegant and quiet three-story building that stands out like a flower in the desert.

The building's exterior is a soft, warm yellow, contrasting with the street's dark tones. The windows are clean and bright, and an unassuming wooden sign hangs above the entrance, bearing the words "Healing House" in flowing, cursive script. Below that, in even smaller print, are the words "77 Lava Avenue." (End of Chapter)