The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

“It’s not a pretense,” Moran laughed. “I successfully completed the bloodline atavism ritual. This can be considered a side effect of awakening the high elf bloodline!”

"You succeeded? You... you really became a high elf?" Polly's face was full of shock. In her opinion, the bloodline atavism ritual and high elves were just legends.

Moran nodded firmly: "Back to the tribe? I've compiled the High Elves' heritage into a magic book and brought it back. It contains a lot of knowledge about nature magic, which should be useful to everyone!"

“Go back!” Polly stood up without hesitation.

"How are the rest of the tribe?" Moran asked softly, gazing at the gradually becoming familiar forest ahead.

"Everything is fine. Since you left, no slave hunters have appeared in the Emerald Forest! The forest is safe now. Celine is studying herbalism with Lady Lila, and Dominic has become a patrol captain. As for me... I'm still the same as before... Decades ago, Dominic and I fell in love and held a life-binding ceremony. I'm currently working hard to cultivate and improve my strength so that I can better hatch the life cocoon when it matures!"

When talking about her child, Polly's face was full of happiness and anticipation.

Moran paused slightly, her face full of surprise and curiosity: "Didn't you always say that Dominic was annoying and childish when you were little? How did you end up marrying him and having a child?"

“Yes!” Polly’s lips curved into a smile, tinged with nostalgia. “He was so mischievous when he was little, wasn’t he? But after the slave-catching incident, he became more and more mature and trained very diligently. However, he was always getting injured, so I used him to practice healing magic. Then, somehow, he suddenly said he liked me… The Tree of Life witnessed our love, and now the life cocoon, which has merged with the energy of our two souls, has been on the third branch on the east side of the Tree of Life for several years. Perhaps when you come back this time, you can still see it hatch!”

"!!!" Moran was a little dazed. In the blink of an eye, Polly and Dominic's child was about to be born!

For the elves, the speed at which they fell in love and had children was no less than the speed at which they increased their strength.

As they entered the outer perimeter of the tribe, Polly pointed to a treehouse ahead and said, "Look! That's Celine's house. Like Lady Lila, she has cultivated a herb garden under the tree."

Polly pulled Moran up the vine-covered wall and shouted to the figure in the garden, "Celine!"

Celine was turning over the black ferns drying in the sun when she heard the voice and said without turning around, "Polly! How many times have I told you to use the front door? You're setting a bad example for the elves!"

“Your yard gate is too far!” Polly said. “Look who’s here!”

Celine turned around, initially puzzled, then rushed over in shock: "Moran, you're back? Your eyes..."

Moran explained the reason for her change in appearance, her gaze sweeping over the well-maintained herb garden behind her: "The plants here are even more poisonous than those on Lady Lila's side!"

Celine smiled shyly: "After being ambushed by the slave-catching group, I've always felt insecure. I'm not good at anything else, but I can grow some poisonous magical plants to protect myself."

“Poison is indeed a good self-defense method!” Moran affirmed.

Do you also study poisons?

Celine's eyes lit up, and she was about to ask another question when Polly interrupted her: "Alright, Celine, Moran just got back. At least let her go see Chief Mathilde and Lord Tree Spirit first!"

"Oh right!" Celine suddenly realized, "Then you guys go ahead, I'll tidy up these herbs and be right back!"

Moran and Polly exchanged a smile. On the way to the center of the tribe, Polly said softly, "The incident of being captured by the slave-catching group still left Celine with a trauma. Ever since then, she's been obsessed with poison and can't get out. She even said she wanted to plant poisonous magical plants all around the tribe. If she weren't worried about her own people getting poisoned, she would have started doing it long ago!"

"That's good! Only when we become strong can we be unafraid of external threats!" Moran really hoped that all her people would become strong.

Compared to other branches of elves, nature elves are too isolated.

Compared to other professions, Rangers and Druids are gentler in their methods, and it is indeed difficult to feel safe among them when you are at a lower rank.

After turning a corner, the enormous canopy of the Tree of Life came into view.

The tribe was as usual. Moran spotted Chief Matilda standing under a tree and ran over to her, calling out, "Grandma Chief!"

"It's good that you're back safe and sound!" Matilda, who had been waiting under the tree since hearing the news of Moran's return from the tree spirit, looked at the changed Moran and her eyes welled up with tears: "Tell me quickly, where have you been all these years, and what have you done? You've accomplished so much so quickly that so many elves couldn't do it. It must have been very hard."

"It wasn't hard work!" Moran skipped over the trouble he caused with the slave-hunting group and mainly talked about his experiences in Quilaril, Evershield, the Underworld, and Suramaran.

"You... you're either receiving the inheritance, digesting the inheritance, or on your way to receiving the inheritance. You're truly something else!" Polly said, feeling quite ashamed.

Mathil listened attentively: "Good child, we are all proud of you!"

Moran couldn't help but smile, unable to suppress the praise: "Grandma Chief, receiving inherited memories through the resonance device puts a lot of pressure on your mental strength. However, I copied down all the magic books I left in the Suramaran High Elf Library, as well as the professional inheritances I obtained from other branches of the elves, and brought them back! This way, in the future, if anyone wants to learn other magic or try other professions, they won't have to leave the forest!"

As she spoke, she placed a storage ring inlaid with an emerald into Mathilde's palm.

This contains almost all the magical knowledge she acquired in the world of Thran.

“Alright!” Mathilde didn’t refuse. “I’ll have someone build a place to store the books right away!”

"Then I'll go back and greet the Tree Spirit!" Moran looked up at the location of her treehouse in the tree.

“Go! The Tree Spirit is also eager to know about the Mother Tree’s current situation,” Matilda said.

Moran nodded and used the wind element to lift herself onto the platform outside the treehouse.

Inside and outside the house, everything remained the same, as if she had never left.

She opened the door, went to the innermost part of the treehouse, touched the tree trunk, and said in wood language, "Mother Tree Spirit, I'm back!"

After chatting with Mother Tree Spirit for a long time, she finally emerged from the treehouse, a puzzled look on her face: "Strange, why aren't there any new children of the Tree of Life? Could it be that Tracy and Vasita were born in another nature spirit tribe?" (End of Chapter)