The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Moran mastered both the camouflage techniques of traps and the shooting skills of hand bows with exceptional speed.

She can always quickly grasp the principles and, after a few practices, can do it quite well. She can even apply what she has learned to other situations and come up with some brilliant ideas.

Dominic was stunned by Moran's astonishing learning speed. After the training session, he couldn't help but look Moran up and down.

“Honestly, Moran! The path of the Druid might not be right for you. The Ranger is your true calling! I’ve never seen an elf learn these things so quickly! I learned them pretty fast back then, but compared to you…”

He shook his head, with an expression that said, "Comparison is the thief of joy."

Polly and Celine immediately objected when they heard this.

"Dominic, what nonsense are you talking about!" Polly stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Dominic. "Moran is a child of the Tree of Life, so her natural affinity is terrifyingly high! Her talent in the Druid path is in no way inferior to the Ranger's; she just hasn't had a chance to show it yet!"

Celine chimed in, "Exactly. Besides, Moran triggered a natural resonance that lasted for months... which means she was born to be a druid who is close to nature!"

Both of them are staunch Druid advocates with strong professional convictions.

Dominic scratched his head, somewhat unconvinced but unable to refute Moran's natural affability, so he could only mutter, "I... I didn't say druids were bad... I just think Moran has a special talent for rangers, it's a shame he didn't choose ranger as his main class..."

Watching the three of them argue about which profession was "more suitable" for them, Moran said with amusement:
"Thank you for your high regard for me! However, I don't think it's necessary to determine who is better. I enjoy the feeling of a druid communicating with and protecting nature, the freedom of a forest ranger traversing the forest and taking what they need ethically, and the beauty of a bard conveying emotions through art... Maybe I can walk all three paths!"

Polly shook her head first, her face showing obvious worry: "That's too difficult, Moran! Each profession requires a lot of time and energy to cultivate. More importantly, the amount of magic that can be recorded in the magic network is related to the total amount of your natural power. If it's spread out, it may be difficult for any profession to reach a very high level."

“Yes!” Dominic also dropped his joking expression and said seriously, “It’s not a good thing to be a jack of all trades and master of none. My dad always says that you can only go deep and far if you focus on one path. If you try to do too much, you might end up being a half-baked expert in everything!”

Celine comforted her, "You want to try everything and get to know it first? There's really nothing wrong with that. When you feel that it's really distracting and you can't manage it all, you can find a way to remove the extra class marks in the magic network space. Although it will waste some time, we elves have plenty of time. We can just adjust our direction in time."

In their understanding and the teachings of their tribal elders, they had never seen anyone who could juggle three main professions without being burdened.

Human energy is limited, and the magical energy one can control is also limited. Being distracted and trying to do too many things often means mediocrity.

Even if they thought Moran was exceptionally talented, they didn't believe she could break this common sense rule that was almost considered an ironclad law.

Moran didn't discuss this topic with them much.

She would only extract the essence of the magic in the world of Thran, using it to supplement her original magical accumulation and knowledge.

Moreover, the limitations of the magic network are not a problem for her, as long as she doesn't rely on it.

The native spellcasters of the world of Thran have been exposed to the magic network from the very beginning of their education. Their spellcasting habits, ways of thinking, and even their understanding of the essence of magic are deeply imprinted with the magic network's influence. To break free from this dependence and escape its established paradigm later on would undoubtedly be extremely difficult, but that doesn't mean she would. To her, the magic network is more like a convenient "external toolkit" and "standard spell template library." She can use it to study spell models, but she will never allow her magical foundation to be entirely built upon it.

The next morning, as the sunlight dispelled the thin mist in the forest, Moran was already fully prepared to set off.

She changed into a short leather armor that Grandma Mathil had altered for her overnight, and a small hand bow and quiver given to her by Dominic hung at her waist, containing several sharp ironwood arrows.

Polly, Celine, and Dominic also gathered under her treehouse on time to see her off.

"Here you go!" Celine handed over a small wicker bag containing a few pieces of emergency rations and a small bottle of clean water.

“We’ll wait for you at the agreed place. If there’s any danger or you need help, use this whistle!” Polly handed Moran a small bone whistle made of hollow bird bone. “The sound can travel very far!”

Fully armed Dominic: "Don't worry! As soon as the bone whistle blows, the village rangers will all come to your rescue, including me!"

"Thank you." Moran carefully put away the bone whistle, and with his friends watching him go, he set off alone towards the grove of low trees south of the tribe.

According to the rules of the Ranger's inauguration ceremony, she must rely on herself from the moment she steps into the hunting area.

The low-lying forest is adjacent to the tribe. The trees are relatively low and sparse, with plenty of sunshine, lush shrubs and grasses, and a simple ecological environment, making it an ideal habitat for gray rabbits.

Moran moved lightly, stepping on the moss and bare soil, carefully observing the ground and the surrounding vegetation.

Soon, she discovered several narrow, slightly smoothed paths hidden under the grass, as well as some fresh, granular droppings.

She crouched down and examined them carefully, confirming that they were traces of a gray rabbit.

"This is it." Moran selected a spot where paths intersected and there were several clumps of tender grass that gray rabbits liked to nibble on, and began to set the trap.

She chose a relatively simple lasso trap, using a flexible shrub as a propulsion point. With steady and efficient movements, she dug a pit, set up the mechanism, tied the vine lasso with a slipknot, and finally camouflaged it with nearby leaves and loose soil, making the trap blend into the surrounding environment.

After setting the first trap, she cautiously explored a distance further and set up a second, different type of pressure plate trap on another animal path. She also set up a "net trap" not far away using a net and a slipknot.

She then carefully erased the traces she had left behind, climbed a nearby low tree with a relatively good view, hid herself among the branches and leaves, held her breath, and held her small hand bow in her hand, nocking a sharp hunting arrow.

Time passed slowly, and the only sounds in the grove were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional chirping of birds.

Moran's heartbeat gradually calmed, her breathing became long and steady, but her mind remained highly focused, sensing every slight movement around her. (End of Chapter)