Seymer left.
But it was only temporary.
After confirming that Lan Qingyou had what he wanted, he took the Away Scroll she had gifted him as a favor and returned to his own shelter to move his belongings.
While an Away Scroll was something most witches could create on a whim...
Due to its special nature, none of them had ever thought of selling them to others.
In fact, following a suggestion from some unscrupulous person, they had even modified magic scrolls into one-time attack scrolls.
One only needed to tear the scroll to release the magic replicated within, which would then strike the enemy targeted by the user's mana.
In this way, what were originally intended to be magic scrolls for learning had completely transformed into something else.
They simply retained the name 'magic scroll.'
Effectively, they were 'skill scrolls.'
A major reason for this shift was that Diana had noticed people were snooping around for information regarding magic scrolls.
It made sense.
Who wouldn't want a way to obtain magic so easily?
Especially those transmigrators who had yet to evolve.
If sold to the public, many would surely bankrupt themselves just to acquire a single skill.
But... safety was more important than money.
Besides, alchemists weren't interested in money, nor did they lack it.
In terms of personal wealth, the Witch race was undoubtedly the wealthiest among the many races of Kalim.
Even if some members had yet to pay off their loans, things like potions and scrolls were hot commodities on the Kalim continent.
No matter how much they produced, there were always buyers ready to snatch them up.
But as the saying goes, it's not the thief you fear, but the one who never takes their eyes off you.
Thus, confusing the two early on was also a way to cut off any prying eyes.
Of course, she didn't share this concern with the other witches, simply covering it up by claiming 'this makes more money.'
After all, some things didn't need to be said out loud.
The smart ones would understand; as for the not-so-smart ones... well, those who couldn't even learn how to make a scroll just needed to know how to fight.
...
"Who are you saying just needs to know how to fight?!"
"Isn't it true? Since you can't learn how to make scrolls or magic circles anyway, you might as well spend more time training your muscles."
On a hill in a certain region of the Kalim continent, two eighteen- or nineteen-year-old girls in vintage corseted long dresses faced each other.
Although both wore corseted dresses, there were differences in their accessories.
The white-skirted girl's dress had obvious skirt armor designs on the sides of the hem, and she held an elegant rapier.
The grey-skirted girl wore a light grey linen apron over her grey dress and held a book in her hand.
From the pointed hats on their heads and their crimson eyes, it wasn't hard to tell they were both witches.
Standing beside them was a round, white yeti, and on top of the yeti's head sat a grey pigeon—their respective familiars.
At the moment, the two girls were arguing over a trivial matter.
The subject of the argument was the book in the grey-skirted girl's hand—《Fundamentals of Magic Circles》.
Originally, the grey-skirted girl had been sitting quietly under a tree reading the book, which was distributed for free to all witches. However, once the white-skirted girl arrived to practice her swordplay, the quiet atmosphere suitable for reading was instantly shattered.
Thus, the grey-skirted girl had made a sarcastic remark.
And the white-skirted girl had responded in kind.
For the two of them, this had become a daily routine, so neither the one being mocked nor the one striking back was truly angry.
Unlike other witches.
These two were among the few who hadn't moved to the Abandoned Land, nor were they witches dispatched by Typhon City's Patrol Team or Tourism Department.
They hadn't even joined the Witch's Tea Party group chat.
They were truly individuals who had little contact with other witches beyond receiving Witch potions and some study materials.
As such, they could be considered representatives of the 'local witches.'
"Do you really not plan on going to the Abandoned Land?"
After their bickering, the white-skirted girl lowered her sword and sat under the tree where the grey-skirted girl had been reading.
"No. There's no point. I can study anywhere, so there's no need to huddle together with everyone else."
Without even looking, the grey-skirted girl walked over and plopped down next to the white-skirted girl.
"But Typhon City has a Witch Academy where you can study systematically and be taught by Great Witches. You'd learn much faster."
"That's true, but is speed really that important?"
Facing the white-skirted girl's doubt, the grey-skirted girl threw out a somewhat philosophical question.
"In the Abandoned Land, you wouldn't have to worry about terrifying natural phenomena like mana turbulence and mana tides."
"Right now, every time one comes, we have to consume a lot of materials. I think we could save all that to buy real crucibles and other alchemy supplies."
The white-skirted girl was a bit unconvinced.
"Haha, it's not like we can't survive. Although potions brewed without things like crucibles are inferior, everyone likes them."
The grey-skirted girl shrugged nonchalantly.
There was no shortage of buyers for potions, even inferior ones. This was perhaps the only benefit of many transmigrators not having evolved yet at this stage.
Because their stats were low, high-level potions were unusable, while inferior ones were just right.
Moreover, before becoming witches, they had been well-acquainted with many people in the region.
Now that they were witches capable of brewing potions, everyone was even more friendly and grateful toward them.
Therefore, they weren't struggling financially.
After all, no matter how poorly a witch fared, they would always be better off than the average transmigrator.
"Besides, I've heard that quite a few witches are like this, not settling in the Abandoned Land."
"The Witch Queen's side hasn't intervened, which shows that our current state is just another way for witches to live."
The grey-skirted girl spoke with great conviction.
Even if she didn't interact with other witches, it didn't mean she lacked information.
Intelligent as she was, she clearly understood the importance of intelligence. Thus, she spent an hour or two at her magic desk almost every day checking the world channel to ensure they didn't fall out of touch with the world.
To be honest, if the two of them hadn't received Witch potions and a complete set of basic witch academic books from a traveling witch two or three months ago, they would have had no choice but to go to the Abandoned Land to study.
But with the books in hand, and having heard that many witches were self-taught in the early days, the grey-skirted girl's competitive streak had flared up.
If others could be self-taught successes—if even the Witch Queen could be self-taught—then she certainly could too.
In fact, she really was.
Relying on self-study and some ordinary pots and pans, she had indeed created inferior versions of potions.
They were even better than the ones Lan Qingyou had initially made. She was a very talented witch.
"But Cinderella..."
"Alright, Snow White. Even if we don't go to the Abandoned City, we..."
The grey-skirted girl cut off the white-skirted girl, but before she could finish her own sentence, the voice of the world consciousness rang out.
And this time, the voice would change the existing order of the entire Kalim continent.
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