To be honest, Mrs. Yinlin is much more reliable than Grandma Angelica and the others.
Well, I mean, she's very calm and she knows a lot of things.
For example, she stopped my attempts to uncover other Nightmare Wardens.
"I can only say that you are very lucky, little ones." She said at that time, "Have you ever thought that when you opened the cheeks of those monsters, they turned into a demon? A moss A human? Or a Gnarled Furbolg? What do you do then?! Those things dream too!"
That makes sense, right?
What’s even more reassuring is that when we heard that the Nightmare Guard was afraid of poison, she quietly pointed to the tall chimney in the night and told us proudly, “I am an excellent pharmacist. There will be no one better than me in the Trilan Hill area! As long as you can name the potion!"
Of course we couldn't tell the name of the potion, but Mrs. Silverwood understood everything as soon as she heard the moose chariot.
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Pharmacists are among the wealthiest people anywhere.
This two-story building is made of white stone. Compared with the surrounding low-rise houses made of tree trunks and mud, it is as luxurious as a palace.
Looking out through the wooden window, I found that this should be a small town belonging to humans. The densely packed houses around it clearly indicate that there should be a large population here.
The crescent moon is not bright, and the blue boy has not risen, which makes the land dim and shadowy.
In the dead silence, only the bursts of salty wind seemed to be vivid.
Is this...sea breeze?
I couldn't help but stretched out half of my body and looked north hard. However, there was a tall building in that direction that completely blocked my view.
"He is a Druid!" Unexpectedly, Mrs. Yinlin, who had been busy in the dim light of the oil lamp, spoke up.
Turning around, I saw that she had lined up colorful powders and five or six crystal bottles on the big wooden table. When she saw me looking at her, she blinked her right eye at me, her eyes full of teasing.
"...I know he is a druid." I was a little confused.
"The druids of the night elves can perfectly integrate their bodies with the environment." She casually poured some kind of light blue powder into the pure water in the bottle and shook it, "As long as he doesn't Treating Teneron's teachings as the first drop of morning dew in the morning, he can easily find Angelica and bring her back safely. Of course, if your young man is a brainless jellyfish, then..." She shrugged.
"Maybe Allen is a fool, but he is definitely not my young man, Mrs. Yinlin." I told her seriously, and pointed to the bright magic flame on the wooden table, "It's going to explode!"
"Oh!" She raised her eyebrows, "Don't worry, little human girl, it's very safe." As she said that, she carefully twisted out a drop of light green gel and flicked it into the red flame, which made the A bright red flame crackled and raised a string of dazzling sparks.
She pursed her lips and flicked her hand. Suddenly, it seemed as if an invisible wind swept all the sparks into the crystal bottle.
Gululu--
When the sparks touched the half bottle of light blue liquid, the liquid that had always been peaceful began to churn and roll, emitting smoke and an unpleasant sour smell.
I slapped the tip of my nose in disgust and couldn't help but retreat all the way to the faceless hound in the corner of the room that I had tied tightly.
"Don't wake it up, eh?" She glanced at me, then half-closed her eyes and murmured a vague incantation. Soon, the golden six-pointed star slowly rose from the wooden table. He firmly held the bottle that was vibrating slightly in mid-air.
She seemed to be pouring magic power into the magic circle continuously, and after a while, fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose.
"...Wait, am I wrong?" Suddenly, she put down the hand she had been raising, "Didn't that boy's moving face attract you, little girl? That boy... looks like that bastard It’s exactly the same.”
