Chapter 251: Talent: Drift Spell (B)

"Thank you so much!"

Clutching the empty bottle, Susi gave Lan Qingyou a joyful bow.

Although it appeared empty, there were actually two or three drops of unconsumed potion left at the bottom of the bottle.

And Susi's target was precisely those remaining drops.

Though she could have just asked Lan Qingyou for the talent potion's recipe, doing so would mean she had 'lost' as a scholar and as a fellow Witch.

Having been a university lecturer before becoming a Transmigrator, she naturally refused to surrender outright when they were on equal footing.

This pride was not unique to Susi; the other three Witches of the Golden Plains felt exactly the same way.

No...

It was more accurate to say that any Witch with a shred of self-confidence would never directly ask another for their recipe.

...After all, she was an existence who could see recipes directly.

However, as far as Lan Qingyou was concerned, since Susi hadn't asked for the recipe, she naturally wouldn't be so tactless as to force it upon her.

While doing so might seem efficient, it would be a massive blow to the other party's pride.

At the very least, she knew she would never accept a recipe handed out like charity.

Except for the ones she could see with her own eyes, of course.

Besides, while the recipe for each tier of a talent potion could be standardized, there was one ingredient that could never remain fixed.

"By the way, if you intend to research the talent potion, this Clan Head can offer you a tiny piece of advice," Lan Qingyou offered.

Since Susi wanted to challenge herself, Lan Qingyou, as the Clan Head, naturally wouldn't hold back too much. She could share what needed to be shared.

"Please... go ahead," Susi replied.

Even though she refused the full recipe, Susi could still accept a tiny hint.

Bottom lines could always be a little flexible.

"There is one crucial ingredient in the talent potion."

"What ingredient?"

Susi pricked up her ears.

"The blood of the brewer."

With that said, Lan Qingyou flew outward, leaving Susi standing frozen in place.

'The blood of the brewer?'

'That's right! Why didn't I think of that?'

'Isn't the very definition of a talent that it differs from person to person?'

'Since everyone's talent is unique, how does one distinguish and elevate each individual's specific gift?'

'Blood... isn't that the absolute perfect medium?'

'To be even more precise, it represents every person's unique genetics!'

'There's a reason she is the Origin Witch. What a stroke of genius.'

While Susi was overflowing with admiration for her, Lan Qingyou was slowly drifting through the air above the Adventurer's Guild.

As she flew, she reviewed her personal profile.

[Talent: Drift Spell (B)]

1. Can reduce the weight of one's own body to achieve a floating effect.

2. Can reduce the weight of objects to achieve a floating effect.

3. The object's weight cannot exceed one hundred times the user's own body weight.

4. Consumes 1 mana point per minute.

'Hehe...'

Reading the description of her newly upgraded talent, Lan Qingyou had to suppress an inward laugh.

'If I remember correctly, the previous tier capped out at ten times my body weight. Just one upgrade and it jumped straight to a hundred times.'

'Just as I guessed before, every tier adds another zero.'

'When it hits A-rank, it should be a thousand times, and at S-rank, ten thousand times.'

'If it keeps scaling like this, won't I eventually be able to fly high in the sky and drop massive Stones to create a literal meteor shower?'

'Just thinking about it gets me a little excited.'

"Phew... she's finally gone."

When Lan Qingyou sat on her Magic Broom and followed her guide, Susi, out of the Adventurer's Guild, the people who had been too terrified to speak when she floated out of the office finally dared to breathe again.

"That was terrifying."

"Tell me about it."

"You guys didn't see it closely. When that Witch was hovering up there, she looked down at us with those crimson eyes like we were nothing but a bunch of bugs."

"Damn it! I've never been humiliated like this in my entire life. No, I have to find a way to get my dignity back."

"Alright, alright, that's enough out of you. Why weren't you running your mouth when the Tower Witch was still here? Now that she's gone, you're shouting louder than anyone else."

"Exactly. Trying to pick a fight with the Tower Witch? Would you even dare step up to the Poison Witch over there?"

"The grass on the graves outside the safe zone is already getting tall. I'm not looking to join them."

The guy who had just been clamoring for revenge thought about it for a second, displayed his impressive ability to swallow his pride, and slumped back into his chair to drink his cheap ale in silence.

Seeing this, the others didn't press the issue. They simply raised their glasses and moved on to a completely different topic.

Who could deny how adaptable humanity was?

It had only been a few short days since the Supreme Council issued their public notice, yet people already seemed completely accustomed to living within the one-kilometer safe zone provided by the Adventurer's Guild.

Whether they were drinking in the tavern or shopping in the Commercial District, as long as they remained inside the safe zone, they had absolutely nothing to worry about, regardless of the chaos raging outside.

To them right now, the dangers of the world were no longer terrifying.

Revelry! Unbridled revelry!

Level up! Level up like your life depended on it!

As long as it didn't kill them, they would throw everything they had into improving themselves.

This was the most prevalent and widespread mindset among the Transmigrators right now.

If those old experts back on the Blue Star were here to critique them, they would undoubtedly slap a big label of hedonism on the whole situation.

Fortunately, a vast majority of those so-called experts had died shortly after crossing over to this world.

Perhaps not even one in ten survived.

In any case, it was extremely rare to see those idiotic experts on the world chat channel nowadays—the kind who would unironically suggest that if you had no money, you should just rent out your spare properties for income.

Meanwhile.

Led by Susi, Lan Qingyou flew through the sky above the Golden Plains.

She had to admit, the Golden Plains truly was a beautiful region. The endless expanse of flatland was blanketed in shimmering, golden grass.

If this land were developed for agriculture and animal husbandry, who knew how much grain, vegetables, and meat they could harvest.

"Susi, you're moving a little too slowly," Lan Qingyou complained mildly.

She couldn't help but find the pace of Susi, who was restricted to walking on the ground, a bit tedious.

"If everyone could fly like you do, I assure you the demand for the Teleportation Array would drop by at least a tenth," Susi replied.

Susi didn't take Lan Qingyou's grumbling to heart.

Although the other party was the Origin Witch with a rather peculiar way of thinking, Susi had interacted with her enough to realize that beneath that seemingly icy exterior lived nothing more than a little girl.

As a mature adult, why would she bother picking fights with a little girl?

Even if that little girl was officially recognized as her Clan Head...

"No worries, it's a minor issue," Lan Qingyou said dismissively.

Unbothered, she floated down gracefully, coming to a stop right in front of Susi, and patted her on the shoulder.

Instantly, Susi's body went incredibly light, almost as if she had lost all sense of her own weight.

And then...

Lan Qingyou grabbed her by the back of her collar and hoisted her into the air.