The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

After the banquet, the treehouse platform returned to tranquility, with only the soft glow of the fluorite lamps and the lingering aroma of roasted meat and herbs in the air.

Moran cleaned up the mess left after the meal and carefully put away the gifts from her friends.

After doing all this, she took out the clear crystal bottle that Grandma Mathil had given her from the bedside cabinet. The sleeping dew in the bottle shimmered with a clear, faint light under the moonlight.

She uncorked the cork, took a small sip, and the cool, sweet liquid slid down her throat, quickly calming her slightly excited state of mind from the daytime hunt and the nighttime gathering. A deep sleepiness washed over her like a tide.

Almost the instant she fell into a deep sleep, Moran's consciousness was drawn back to that dream space filled with a pale green mist.

That towering tree stood silently in the center of the mist.

"...Here you are, little one."

The tree spirit's gentle voice resonated directly in Moran's heart.

"You did very well in today's hunt. Now I'll help you digest the newly unlocked inherited memories..."

As usual, the Tree Spirit prepared to start from the beginning and explain in detail the newly unlocked knowledge about the three professions. This time, Moran listened without being confused.

She raised her head and said, "Tree Spirit Mother, please wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" the tree spirit asked patiently.

"I've already reviewed the newly unlocked portion of the inherited memories. I didn't have much difficulty understanding most of it, and I've even memorized a lot of it," Moran stated.

It would be a waste of her time to hide the truth and listen to the Tree Spirit Mother explain from the beginning. It would be better to take this opportunity to fill in the gaps in her knowledge or learn some parts of the inherited memories that are not explained in detail.

The tree spirit was silent for a moment, then its voice carried a hint of surprise: "...You've finished reading? You understood most of it? You've memorized it?"

Even ordinary little elves, with good talent, need to spend a lot of time gradually digesting the inherited memories when they are first unlocked, and sometimes they even get headaches. It is extremely rare for someone like Moran to claim that he has read and understood most of the memories on his own as soon as he unlocked them.

“Yes,” Moran answered affirmatively. To increase her persuasiveness, she offered, “You can ask me some more important questions to test me.”

"Then, as you wish!" came the tree spirit's voice, and the dream space suddenly changed.

Beneath Moran's feet was no longer an empty mist, but a slightly dim, withered, virtual meadow, with a faint, chaotic natural energy permeating it.

"Based on your knowledge of the level 0 Druid class, please identify the problem with this grassland and provide a specific solution."

Moran approached the meadow and carefully examined the unusual natural energy, quickly arriving at his conclusion:
"This grassland is probably affected by the presence of some kind of fire-attribute ore underground. The fire elemental energy leaked out and interfered with the growth of the grassland... In this case, we can introduce the wood and water elemental energy from the adjacent healthy area to gently flush and dilute it, and provide short-term support for the vegetation. We should also find a way to isolate the energy from the ore."

You could also try to encourage the growth of the roots of the Rainbloom plant by the grass, allowing it to convert fire elemental energy into water elemental energy, thus reducing the impact of the leaked fire elemental energy from the ore on the grass. However, you'll need to create a simple barrier between the Rainbloom and the grass to prevent them from affecting each other…

"correct!"

The dream scene shifted again, and several overlapping, very blurry footprints appeared in front of Moran, along with a few broken grass spirits and some almost dissipated scents.

"If you were a ranger hunting, how would you analyze and track these tracks?" Moran observed carefully, his mind racing: "The tracks indicate that at least two small creatures of similar size passed by one after the other, with a very short interval between them."

The inconsistent direction and height of the broken grass stems suggest that there may have been a brief chase or play, rather than simply passing by.

The lingering scent in the air is too faint to be discerned directly. We can try using the Ranger's level-zero spell, 'Scent Concentration'..."

"...the judgment is reasonable"

This time the scene didn't change, but Moran heard many sounds: singing, reciting poetry, playing various musical instruments, and telling stories, all in turn.

She immediately recognized that these were all words from her inherited memories and the professional knowledge of bards.

“Identify which works the content you are hearing comes from.”

Moran spoke fluently with almost no pauses: "The first section is the first two stanzas of the seventh song, 'The Moonlit Game of the Forest Spirits,' in the collection of fairy nursery rhymes, 'Whispers of the Forest.'"

The second passage comes from Chapter 3 of the High Elf epic "The Shadow of the Azure Sky," describing Nesarian's first appearance on the battlefield.

The third section is a variation of the main melody of the famous nature piece "Spring Stream Whispers," composed by the star spirit Elazel and performed on a harp.

The fourth paragraph is the classic opening of the story "The Unlucky Day of Master Boulder" from the collection of funny dwarf stories circulating in mainland China, "The Anvil and the Beer Foam".

The fifth section is the ending of Lila the Shadow Elf's famous piece, "Whispers of the Night," performed on a bone flute..."

"...Exactly right."

Moran passed all three questions, which assessed the core competencies of three different professions, with performances far exceeding the standards.

"...Incredible. You actually absorbed and understood the newly unlocked inherited memories in such a short time, and even managed to use them flexibly...Based on the abilities you have demonstrated, I agree to adjust the way I teach you."

From this moment on, the teachings within dreams will primarily focus on answering your questions.

But you need to have a clearer understanding of yourself to clarify your confusion, and I will do my best to answer it.

“I understand, Tree Spirit Mother!” Moran replied solemnly. “I will make good use of this opportunity!”

Seizing the opportunity, she immediately asked the question she had prepared long ago, a question she was truly eager to answer.

"Mother Tree Spirit, is the will to cast spells related to mental power? To go further, is mental power derived from the soul, a kind of soul energy?"
Could a being with a powerful soul, even with a weak body, possess an exceptionally resilient will to cast spells?

The first question involves the soul.

The tree spirit pondered for a moment before answering her: "The will to cast a spell is indeed closely related to mental power, but it is not only related to mental power. Will is the direction and concentration of the spirit and mind, and the spirit and mind are the manifestation of the soul's energy."

A powerful soul can indeed cultivate a resilient spirit and will, but it also needs to be tempered to effectively wield power. If the body is weak but the soul is strong, the body will quickly weaken! (End of Chapter)