The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

According to the description in the inherited memories, and combined with the explanation from the tree spirit mother in the dream, in order to officially take up a supernatural profession, one must first meet the corresponding conditions for taking up the profession, including but not limited to specific magical talents, meeting the required physical attributes, and mastering relevant knowledge and skills.

After meeting these conditions, an inauguration ceremony is required to take a professional oath, declare one's chosen path to the magic network and the rules of the world, and thus gain the "authority" to record and cast spells exclusive to that profession within the magic network.

The Druid's initiation ceremony usually requires finding an ancient tree that has been imbued with spirituality, so that it can serve as a witness to the professional oath.

The inauguration ceremony for a ranger requires spending a period of time alone in the wild woodlands to prove their survival skills and successfully set a simple trap or complete a precise hunt. After a successful hunt, they take a professional oath and then return a portion of their prey as a sacrifice to nature.

The inauguration ceremony for a bard requires a complete artistic performance in front of at least one wise audience member. The performance style is not limited, but it must be an original work of their own.

After the performance, all you need to do is make a professional vow in front of the audience.

Completing the inauguration ceremony itself is not difficult; the difficulty lies in doing it to the extreme, even triggering the legendary "blessing upon joining the company."

According to vague records of inherited memories and oral traditions passed down by some elder elves, if the inauguration ceremony is conducted with strong enough conviction, perfect enough ritual, and a near-perfect fit with the profession, it may attract the attention of the world's consciousness and bestow a "blessing" containing a trace of primordial power.

This blessing often slightly enhances the caster's exceptional talent in the relevant profession.

However, Moran did not insist on this. Others may not know her identity, but how could the world consciousness of Seran's world not know?

The world consciousness will be more cautious in distributing any gift that involves the power of the world's origin.

The standards for treating native beings of this world are obviously different from those for treating beings from another world like her. After all, giving power to beings from another world is equivalent to giving a portion of the original power to other worlds, while giving it to beings of this world means that this portion of the original power will still return to this world after the beings perish.

The greatest gain is to be able to take up the job smoothly, learn more about the magic of the Seran world, and improve one's own magic level. There is no need to insist on the perfection of the ritual.

At present, it seems best to complete the Druid's inauguration ceremony.

In the entire Emerald Forest, there is probably no tree with a higher spirituality than the Tree of Life, which is more than enough to meet the requirements of the Druid ritual.

She got out of bed and walked to the innermost part of the tree hollow, touching the tree trunk and saying:
“Mother Tree Spirit, please bear witness for me… With the breath of the forest as my witness, with the pulse of the earth as my proof, I hereby swear to become a guardian of the natural environment and a maintainer of the balance of nature.”

I will respect the cycle of life, cherish the symbiosis of all things, listen humbly to the whispers of nature, and resolutely protect this green home. May the power of nature be with me!

The sound echoed in the tree hollow, and a warm, green halo flowed over the tree trunk beneath my palm.

At the same time, Moran clearly sensed that a special mark representing the Druid class was faintly lit up in her personal magic network space, meaning that she had finally obtained the official "authority" to record and cast Druid spells in the magic network.

Just as he was about to try to record the Druid level 0 spell models he had just seen from the inherited memories into his magic network space, a crisp bell rang out from outside the window.

Hanging from the edge of the platform, the grass bells woven from bellflowers rang.

This is a common signal used in the tribe to indicate that a guest has arrived.

Moran suppressed the urge to immediately record the spell and got up to open the door.

Grandma Mathilde had just climbed up from under the tree when she saw Moran. Her face softened with concern. “Moran, how are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?” She knew that Moran had finally ended the natural resonance as soon as she noticed the change in the natural forces.

No one can maintain a state of natural resonance for more than a few months; generally, if it lasts more than a day, it will turn into a wooden sculpture.

"Grandma Chief! I'm fine, I don't feel unwell at all! And I just officially became a Druid under the witness of Mother Tree Spirit!"

Moran happily shared her progress with her.

Looking at her radiant appearance, Mathilde swallowed back the worries and reminders she had about the "risks of natural resonance" and the "potential dangers of petrification." She worried that her excessive caution might stifle the child's innate talent and potential.

With the Tree Spirit looking after us, there won't be any problems.

"It's better if you don't have it!"

Mathilde lovingly stroked Moran's soft, slightly curly hair, her gaze shifting downwards to Moran's rattan blouse, which was noticeably too short and appeared somewhat tight.
"I knew your clothes were too small, so I made you some new ones!"

As she spoke, she magically produced several neatly folded pieces of clothing from her small rattan bag.

These garments are still woven from the softest and toughest vines and dried moss fibers from the forest, but the workmanship is more exquisite than before, with more intricate patterns embroidered on them with colorful vine threads.

There are entwined vines and newly blooming flower buds, silhouettes of forest spirits leaping through the woods, and simple patterns symbolizing natural runes; each piece is like a small work of art.

In addition to everyday clothes, there is a small cape suitable for wearing on cool nights, as well as several matching headbands decorated with delicate lily of the valley flowers.

"Wow!" Moran's eyes lit up instantly. She stroked the new clothes with great affection, as they still carried the fresh scent of sunshine and grass. "So beautiful! Thank you, Grandma Chief!"

"Try it on and see if it fits," Mathil urged with a smile.

Moran immediately picked up a dress embroidered with flower buds and quickly put it on.

The new clothes fit her perfectly, were soft and breathable, and allowed for great freedom of movement, as if they were tailor-made for her.

She twirled around in her new clothes, the hem of her skirt billowing in a joyful arc, then rushed over and hugged Mathil's legs: "They fit perfectly! They're so comfortable! Grandma makes such wonderful clothes!"

Grandma Mathilde's care and Shana's mother's care were completely different in style, but their love was the same.

Mathilde was infected by her joy, and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out.

She knelt down, straightened Moran's collar, and braided a pretty braid for her with a lily-of-the-valley hairband:

"Alright, now go play with your new clothes and show your friends how energetic our new little druid is. These past few months, they've been asking me every day when you'll finish Natural Resonance. They've been missing you terribly!"

"A few months? Natural resonance?" Moran was stunned. (End of Chapter)