After finishing the batch of B-grade Advanced Potion: Talent Ascension (B), Lan Qingyou sealed them all into cards. She then picked up her A-grade Crystal Pen and began to further refine her magic circles and golems.
After all, she had only been using a mere B-grade Crystal Pen before. Now that she had a higher-grade tool, she naturally had to meticulously polish her magic circles.
She focused especially on redrawing the critical nodes.
For this process, Lan Qingyou utilized the misalignment method.
To put it simply, she would draw the new lines adjacent to the old ones, connect them, and then erase the old markings. It was incredibly efficient.
The golems were no exception. Since their physical volume was limited, it was better to make the magic sigils, mana circuits, and magic instructions as small as possible.
Only by doing so could she free up more space to cram in even more components.
She spent three full days immersed in this work.
Once she had improved the efficiency of her golems, Lan Qingyou packed her prepared belongings, walked over to the teleportation array, and operated the console. She selected the coordinates for the Golden Plains and set off on an impromptu journey.
On the Golden Plains lay the trail of the Huang father and son—the ones who had caused her accident—provided to her earlier by Chu Yuan.
Initially, Lan Qingyou had planned to pack her bags and fly through the air to track them down and settle the score.
Since the regional barriers had vanished, The Fool and the mapmaking organization he joined had significantly increased their pace. The Kalim World Map within the cards was becoming more complete by the day.
But with the teleportation array, there was no need for such a hassle.
This was especially true since the Golden Plains had been included in the very first batch of teleportation destinations.
She had to admit that Chu Yuan, that middle-aged man in his forties, really did have some foresight; he knew exactly what she wanted to do.
In Lan Qingyou's view, the fact that the Golden Plains—where the Huang family was located—was part of the initial teleportation network was almost certainly due to Chu Yuan's influence.
Even though the Abandoned Land was also in the first batch, Lan Qingyou felt that Chu Yuan likely had a hand in that as well.
This time, Lan Qingyou didn't bring Steel Wool or Spoon with her.
After all, she was going for revenge, not treasure hunting. Leaving them to watch the house would prevent her from being distracted.
Flash—
With a blur before her eyes, Lan Qingyou found herself in a room built primarily of stone.
Nearby were tables and chairs; further away was a counter.
All around her were people dressed in a variety of outfits.
Some were armed and moving in a hurry, while others sat in chairs drinking and laughing. It was quite a lively scene.
She hadn't expected the Adventurers' Guild to develop to this extent just a few days after the Supreme Council's announcement.
It had to be said that there were plenty of lonely people who enjoyed grouping together.
The people closest to the teleportation array naturally noticed Lan Qingyou—clad in her traditional witch's attire—immediately.
For a moment, the adventurers who had been drinking and laughing fell silent. They held their mugs and stared toward the teleportation array.
Because of their silence, people at other tables noticed something was off and looked over, following suit.
Eventually, the silence spread like a contagion. In the four or five seconds Lan Qingyou spent observing her surroundings, the bustling Adventurers' Guild became eerily quiet.
“A witch!”
“She’s not a witch from our district.”
“Then who is she?”
“The Witch of the High Tower is always giving out Witch potions on the world channel. Who knows who it could be?”
After observing Lan Qingyou in silence for a while, the people began to whisper among themselves.
There were four witches in the Golden Plains.
These four had become witches shortly after the Witch of the High Tower produced the first Witch potion, so the locals assumed there was some sort of connection between them and her.
If this had happened earlier, their first thought upon seeing Lan Qingyou would have definitely been their most familiar 'Witch of the High Tower.'
However, because Lan Qingyou had later distributed Witch potions more widely, witches would pop up on the world channel from time to time. Thus, these people didn't immediately jump to that conclusion.
They were merely speculating about what a witch from another region was doing here in the Golden Plains.
More importantly, she was sitting on a floating Magic Broom. No matter how they looked at it, she seemed to have a much more impressive aura.
At the very least, her presence felt more refined than that of the four witches they usually saw.
The crowd's shift from silence to hushed discussion caused Lan Qingyou, who had been observing the guild hall, to withdraw her gaze and look at the people nearest to her.
A warrior in a full suit of plate armor, a mage in robes, an assassin with their face covered, and a priest holding a scepter.
Tsk tsk, what a textbook adventurer combat party.
They looked like veterans who had weathered many battles and possessed perfect coordination.
“What’s the matter? Why is everyone standing around? Don't you have work to do?”
While both sides were quietly sizing each other up, a woman's cold voice drifted down from the second floor of the hall.
Lan Qingyou looked up and saw a tall, elegant woman in her thirties standing by the railing. She wore deep green magic robes and a matching witch's pointed hat, with thin, black-rimmed glasses on her face. One hand rested on the railing, while the other held a staff crafted from plant vines.
At first glance, this woman's attire was similar to Lan Qingyou's.
However, there were differences in the style of the robes and the small decorations on the hat.
The woman had crimson eyes, just like her own.
Lan Qingyou didn't even need to activate her Analytic Magic Eye (S) to know that the other party was a witch who had evolved using a Witch potion.
The first impression this woman gave Lan Qingyou was one of 'strictness.'
She was as stern as a homeroom teacher.
That gaze reminded Lan Qingyou of the look her homeroom teacher gave her back in middle school when she was caught secretly playing with her phone in class.
It was exactly the same...
Just thinking about that scenario still made Lan Qingyou shudder slightly.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
The woman walked down the stairs step by step in her high heels and came to Lan Qingyou's side.
“Greetings, Clan Leader.”
“Clan... Clan Leader?”
The sudden title nearly made Lan Qingyou lose her footing.
“You are the one who created the Witch race. It is not an exaggeration to address you as Clan Leader.”
The woman adjusted her glasses and spoke with mechanical precision.
It was over!
With that single gesture, the homeroom teacher had instantly transformed into the dean of students. The pressure level had spiked!
“Ah, oh, I see. If you put it that way, I suppose it makes sense.”
Lan Qingyou nodded slightly, maintaining a calm and collected facade.
Though she looked relaxed, she was actually breaking out in a cold sweat. Her composure was entirely an act.
She was the Clan Leader, after all. She had an image to maintain. They wouldn't understand.
“And you are...”
Steadying her mind and her breathing, Lan Qingyou looked at the woman.
“Susie. I am employed by the Kalim Supreme Council and the Adventurers' Guild, currently serving as the acting president of the Golden Plains Adventurers' Guild. However, the adventurers here usually refer to me as—the Witch of Poison.”
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