The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

After the protective magic of the High Elf Library was completed, Moran returned to the Fusion Place and told all the elves the good news.

"The library was built so quickly?"

Celestian, Alfred, and Viola, the three high elves, exchanged a glance and eagerly summoned the portal to Suramaran, entering it.

They had all been to Sulamalan, and Celestian even attempted a bloodline atavism ritual, but without success.

Upon entering, one's gaze immediately falls upon the tall building not far away.

"This is the High Elf Library?" Celestian was certain that this building hadn't existed before.

Moran nodded: "The contents of the High Elves' inherited memories can all be found in this library. This one is for you separately."

She took out three storage rings, handing the one inlaid with amethyst to Celestian, the one inlaid with goldstone to Alfred, and the one inlaid with obsidian to Viola:
"These are high-elf magic books, each representing your respective branch's area of ​​expertise. Thank you for introducing me to the quasi-god-level powerhouses in your clans!"

The books inside the ring were intended for the family or branch of the family behind them.

They possessed the power of nature, the power of light, the power of stars, and the power of shadow, enabling them to summon the portal to Suramaran and enter, but the elves of their tribe could not enter.

To prevent loss, the books in the High Elf Library can only be copied and cannot be borrowed. They have to copy them one by one, and who knows how long it will take.

She could make one herself using the Book of Cards, although it would consume some one-time magic, but compared to the help they had given her over the years, it was nothing.

"The library rules are engraved on the stone tablet in front of the door. They are easy to understand. We'll meet again!" Moran's tone carried a hint of farewell.

"You're going to the realm of the gods?" Celestian was already mentally prepared.

"Yes. After returning to the tribe, I will be leaving." In fact, Moran was leaving the world of Seran, as there was no more magical knowledge worth keeping here.

She couldn't tell them the news she came from another world, so she could only say that she was going to the "realm of gods".

For the people of the Seran world, going to the "realm of the gods" is actually similar to going to another world.

"It's been over two hundred years since you last went back, hasn't it? The nature spirits of the Emerald Tribe would be astonished if they knew about your achievements!" Alfred said with a smile.

An elf who is not even three hundred years old is about to become a god; even among the high elves with powerful bloodlines in the past, this was very rare.

Moran couldn't help but show an expectant expression as she thought of her friends in the tribe.

"Go in peace! See you in the realm of the gods!" Viola firmly believed that she too would one day ascend to the realm of the gods.

“Farewell, ‘God Realm’!” Moran bowed slightly, turned and left Suramaran.

After returning to the main world, Moran was about to teleport away when a voice suddenly rang in her ear.

"Here you go~" As soon as she finished speaking, a beautiful amethyst card appeared out of thin air in front of her.

Moran caught the card, and information about it naturally flowed into her mind.

This is actually an invitation to the world of Seran!

With this world invitation, she can return to Thranland at any time through the Sky Well, and every five hundred years she can also receive a permanent invitation to Thranland.

The World Invitation can only be used by her personally, while the Permanent Friend Invitation can be shared with people she trusts.

It's not much worse than the one held by the elves and dragons!
That voice just now must have been the world consciousness of the Seran world.

Moran quickly used his Star Language spell to contact the world consciousness of Seran's world and asked it why it had given him this.

I've never heard of explorers who travel to another world using an invitation from a close friend receiving extra gifts from the world's consciousness. "Thank you for bringing the legacy of the High Elves back to the world… I can sense that more children will use this knowledge to come to the realm of the gods and fight for the world! Welcome to visit Thran often!"

Moran then realized that it was his "generosity" in sharing knowledge that had earned him this invitation to the world.

She was also reluctant to part with the people and friends she had met in Thranlan.

After thanking the world consciousness, she carefully put away the world invitation token and couldn't help but take out the {communication card} to share this good news with Sylph.

[Sylph: !!! A world invitation? Moran, you're amazing!]

[Sylph: Are there racial restrictions on the permanent best friend invitations it produces?]

[Moran: No. From now on, when witches travel to Thran's world, they can obtain identities that are more suitable for them.]

[Sylph: That's great! Being a dragon can be really tough sometimes.]

……

As the two were chatting, a new message suddenly appeared in the "Witch's House" group chat.

[Lilith: Are you there? Are you there? Vashida? What is your identity? How did I turn into a little red dragon?]

[Moran: You've turned into a dragon too?]

[Lilith: Too?]

[Sylph: I've also become a dragon, but a green one, and I just 'graduated' from the Dragon Hatchling Paradise a few years ago.]

[Lilith: How could this be? Shouldn't the Best Friend Invitation match us with the most suitable identity?]

[Moran: You're probably using a friend invitation from the dragons, right? We suspect their friend invitations have racial restrictions.]

[Lilith: It really is! By the way, Senior Tracy and Vashida came with me; they both used the Elven invitation letters!]

[Moran: Then they must have become elves, maybe they're still inside the Cocoon of Life! Even if they have, they can't contact each other using the {communication card}. Young elves live in their respective territories, and the Mother Tree has a high degree of control over them. Taking out something that doesn't belong to this world would risk exposure.]

[Sylph: Elves don't reach adulthood and leave their territory until they are one hundred years old. We may have to wait a while before we can contact them again.]

[Moran: They all used invitations from nature spirits, so they might appear in my tribe. I'm heading back soon anyway, so wait for my news!]

……

After Moran finished talking with them, he teleported to the outskirts of Emerald Forest and then used magic to travel through the forest.

The wind brushed past her hair, and the branches and leaves silently made way for her.

Knowing that she could come back anytime in the future made her feel much more relaxed.

Before even reaching the tribe, under an ancient tree that had been struck by lightning but was still growing tenaciously, I saw a familiar figure.

“Polly!” Moran exclaimed in surprise as she recognized her childhood friend.

Polly was practicing her meditation when she suddenly heard a sound and was startled.

Moran's appearance had changed drastically to her, but she still recognized her: "You are... Moran? What happened to you? Did you hide your appearance for safety?" (End of Chapter)