Mabel Magdalen is a nature spirit who speaks elegantly but behaves strangely in her dreams. Judging from her skillful gesture when using magic to seek help from the little oil-rubber humans, I'm afraid the relationship between them is extraordinary... However, Sparrow Wine seems unwilling to allow mysterious creatures other than the forest race to find them.
"I didn't even know this was the secret language of nature!" The apprentice tried his best not to lie. "Lady Magdalen? She wasn't trying to teach me. In fact, she never met me. That's all."
"Didn't you come to the Seven Lights Cottage to make a wish?"
"Actually, I don't know much about local legends. This is a complete coincidence. You have reason to believe me, Sparrow Wine. I am an apprentice, and it is my first time to intern in the Eastman Kingdom." Of course, this is not his first time in Eastman. Man, but the first few times were not for internships.
"Don't think I don't know. Apprentices from the Tower of Sky will rarely go this far."
This guy cross-examined me carefully enough. "There are always exceptions. And this is my mentor's ring. Do you see the pattern on it? If there is no fog around, it can say hello to you."
Mahjongjiu was still dubious about his explanation. "The fog here is really weird. Even in the shimmering forest, there should be no water vapor now, let alone such a dark cloud-like fog." The little human kicked away a big leaf. "You didn't piss Mabel off and asked her to put a curse on you, did you?"
"I swear to Gaia and Heather I didn't do this."
Uriel reassured him again and again before he reluctantly believed it. Sparrow wine shook his head. "Well, I don't think her curse will be so boring. I believe you are not her enemy. As for where your natural secret language comes from." It blinked, and when it saw his nervous expression, its face changed. He immediately showed a sly and arrogant smile. "Keep your little secret to yourself, I'm not interested."
It could not be better. Uriel quietly put down his hand on the hilt of the sword and pretended that nothing happened. "Can we set off immediately?" He couldn't bear the little human's teasing anymore.
Sparrow Wine approaches him. "Of course. But can you walk faster to get me out of this annoying fog?"
"It's really strange." The apprentice had no choice but to explain truthfully, "No matter how fast I go, it will always follow me. Is there anything you can do?"
"Maybe my magic will work. Yes, it's the secret language of nature. Are you willing to try it?" the little human asked.
The result must be beyond its expectation. Uriel said seriously: "Sorry to trouble you." He saw Sparrow Wine catching the long hair on the side of his head again. Judging from its undisguised expression, this action probably means that the rubber villain is in a state of shock.
"How can you be so trusting?" it jumped.
I thought you would be touched by being trusted, Uriel thought. "There is a difference between being gullible and treating people sincerely, Marrow Wine. You are too suspicious."
"If I wasn't suspicious, I would no longer be the ear of the forest." Sparrow Wine pointed out. Even so, it still showed an air of satisfaction for his trust. The apprentice squatted down and closed his eyes as instructed. He felt a cold, slippery paw press against his forehead.
It felt a bit like a drop of rosin falling on his face, and Uriel couldn't help but move his eyelids. "Don't open your eyes." Sparrow Wine warned.
"Do you want to recite the magic spell?" He wanted to hear it.
"The secret language of nature also has different forms, not just through magic spells. Didn't your mentor tell you? Only wizards have extraordinary persistence in magic spells... and most of them are dark wizards."
"Do dark wizards cast spells with the help of magic spells?"
"That's right. Do you know anything about black magic?"
"I heard a little bit about it."
"Language is a very important medium that allows magic to circulate. When people try to master magic that exceeds their own mystery, this little help will play a big role." Sparrow Wine said while retracting its little claws. "alright."
At the same time, Uriel also felt the ripples of magic power. He drew out the sword blade and saw in the reflection that his forehead remained unchanged. The curse came to his mind.
The trees are hidden in the forest, the ice melts in the sea
The effects of magic are extraordinary. In an instant, the thick fog dissipated like an ebbing tide. Uriel touched his forehead, and sure enough, he got a sticky juice on his hand. He began to understand why Sparrow Wine and the others were called the Greasy Rubber Tribe.
The sparrow wine jumped up the tree, cleared its throat and sang:
"Come on, Uriel, follow me."
"The girl you are looking for runs under the gaze of green leaves, and her whereabouts are conveyed in the whispers of birds."
"Come on, come with me, she's not far away."
When Mabel returns to the Seven Lights Cottage, Sylvia complains that she closed the door too hard. Mr. Lock tightened in time and closed her big mouth.
The elf lady had no time to pay attention to their farce. She swung her obstructive long hair back and slipped directly behind a door carved with a rose pattern.
"What happened to her?" Sylvia asked.
"Maybe there was a fight between her collections." Mr. Lock replied nonchalantly. "There are always some magical plants that dislike each other to the point of fighting when they are still seeds. Don't care about the master's things, Sylvia."
"I haven't seen her collection yet." Ms. Men's tone was incomprehensible. "Are there any flowers I gave her?"
"Who knows. There's just one book that keeps running out of the house."
"That rose is far worse than my beauty invitation, and it shouldn't be rewarded with a wish. This human being is really hateful." Sylvia said angrily. "Then again, who knows what flowers she likes?"
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The pansy was not pretty, and its dark purple stamens seemed to be smiling at her. Roma was startled and almost fell from the tree.
"What the hell," she muttered, running her hand along the stem to feel for the roots. The pansies take root so firmly on the branches that the surrounding bark dries and falls off. This thing was a magical plant after all, and she began to realize that something was wrong. "Teacher!" she shouted as she turned over and cut off the flower stem with one hand. "Run!"
A large number of leaves fell like rain, and the Windrunner who was keeping watch not far below suddenly jumped to the side as soon as she shouted. With a bang, the tall fir tree that had sheltered them from the wind and rain all night fell down in the woods. The little lion's head was rolling and crawling, but it finally didn't let the tree trunk fall to the ground.
The giant tree collapsed, raising dust that covered the sky, and messy branches and leaves flew all over the sky. No matter how fast Yasukawa reacted, he would still be splashed with dirt. He coughed and climbed to his feet, a little off-balance in his steps. "What's wrong...Roma? Where are you? Are you okay?"
Roma was much better than him. "I'm here." She quickly jumped out of the fern leaves, with two marks on her face left by the branches. "sorry."
"What did you do?"
"It's a cat face. I dropped a seed last night, and it took root on the tree and bloomed overnight." In fact, it was her throwing the magic seeds around that made such a big noise, but Roma wouldn't be stupid enough to admit it. "This is a flower seed given to me by Mr. Druid of the Tower. Normal pansies need to be cultivated carefully." She tried to avoid responsibility.
"So you think it buried itself and gave you a good morning surprise overnight?"
"I can't say I'm a surprise...but the cat ate up the whole tree." The little lion handed the flower to Anchuan, indicating that he could punish him however he wanted.
Windrunner pushed her hand back. No matter how annoyed he was, he would definitely not take it out on a flower. Not to mention it’s not the plant’s fault at all.
"This is not a pansy that delivers a message." Yasukawa told her the truth. "This is the Druid's magical pale field. Sprinkle a large amount of special pansy nourished by magic on the flesh and blood, and they will absorb all the nutrients themselves. It grows, and finally spits out white mist when it blooms." He shook his head, "I have seen the fog on the battlefield. Yes, after the war between humans and forest races, these fogs will linger. The person who gave you the seeds didn't say Have you ever handled these things with caution?"
Roma was startled. "I didn't even plan to leave Blumnot at that time! Let alone take any seeds with me. How did it get into my pocket?"
"Have you ever heard of blessing?"
He thought I was terrible at learning everything. "There are many blessings." Although she really couldn't remember a few, she still pretended to be calm.
The instructor sighed. "After returning to the tower, please be sure to complete the apprentice's knowledge." He frowned, "Forest Blessing is the professional ability of druids, which can transform them into various animals. But this is only the most superficial application. . A truly experienced high-level mystic can recognize the nature of this magic, Heather’s blessing and recognition, and make it effective on others. Of course, only if the target of the spell is also a forest race."
"I can't turn into an animal." Except, of course, into a lion.
"The Druid's blessing can be any forest magic they know." Windrunner explained, "Those seeds will always appear by your side precisely because of the blessing, and there is no need to take the initiative to carry them."
Roma finally understood why Mr. Eze gave her a packet of seeds. "The blessing he gave me was the Pale Wilderness?"
"That's it. It's very practical. If you encounter a situation that you can't handle, the fog can at least help you escape." The instructor explained patiently. "However, the adventurers of similar professions I have seen prefer to use it to destroy corpses."
"I never thought pansies could have such a bad use!"
"So for safety reasons, you'd better not throw these deadly seeds around." Anchuan patted her shoulder and dusted off the dust. "Don't let others know that you are carrying them. I probably understand why your elder druid didn't tell you. Every adventurer knows the use of these flowers, even if they are not of the forest race."
Yasukawa's meaning was so obvious that even Roma could understand it. He said: It’s time for you to make up lessons. The little lion head gloomily picked up the bow and stuffed the pansy into his pocket. "Let's get down to business. When will my fire trial begin?"
