For Clarence, who had woken up, he would rather not wake up himself. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a being like the Holy Son in the Holy See, he understood that the main reason was his control over magic - he did not study magic or magic-related subjects.

In other words, he is similar to ordinary people in this regard, he will not understand some professional things, and he will also have a headache because of this.

Especially when faced with four "professionals".

"There's something strange about this bead grass - the dirt in this area is a little wet. "The person who asked the professional question was a young girl with white blonde hair, who habitually observed everything around her carefully.

"It's not soil, little girl, your inference can't work, the soil moisture reaches the level of Manda mushrooms, there can't be water bead grass!" and the old man at the front will subconsciously retort to the girl.

"It's really waterdrop grass. The expressionless teenager will go to "practice", "but the humidity of this soil is indeed a bit high, which is not a case in the evaluation of ten years ago." ”

"The same set of data from 10 years ago...... There are a lot of things that don't match reality. The girl questioned.

"That's what I got in Xinghui based on the data of the flower room!" the old man was rightly unconvinced.

"The environment of the flower room is an 'ideal' that even the Rose May cannot influence. For this part, I've done a survey of the differences that included Aesop Forest and Flower House in Gil Grass, Mylorence and Continte Flowers. The girl's attachment to the "truth" seems very moving, at least now.

……

"You want to use only the region to show that I'm wrong?!" the old man's eyes widened.

"It is obviously not right to use Manda mushrooms as a standard. "The girl is not to be outdone.

"The determination of the Contint flower does show that the Manda mushroom's ability to absorb mana is not as good as that of the waterdrop grass. Although he didn't talk much, the young man who had been listening attentively would interject, sometimes supporting the girl, sometimes supporting the old man.

"Conding's flower! That thing does have a strong demonic absorption, but this kind of cheating method that deliberately simplifies the research process has no meaning! Potions need to be placed in the whole of nature......" The old man seemed to be very confident in preaching - at least because of authority.

……

"It really doesn't sound convincing, so what theory are you going to use now to explain that this waterdrop grass grows in damp soil. ”

With Arentia on top, they finally turned their attention back to the waterdrop grass.

"I ......" the old man finally couldn't tell what he had just said, he looked a little angry, looked around, and finally shifted his gaze to a person who was not participating in the discussion at all, "Ed!"

Ed-The black-haired young man was silent for a moment after hearing the voice of the old man Adez: "The magic here has deteriorated, the water bead grass is living on magic, and the soil is wet because of the weather. ”

It is a plant that does not grow in excessively humid soil, as as a potion it requires mana to be absorbed - and the process of mana adsorption cannot be done in moist soil.

If the mana deteriorates, the mana itself will be different.

"In an environment like a forest, it's not uncommon for magic to deteriorate. Ed said again.

It's good, it's all over the place.

For Clarence, it was touching that this group of people could finally put aside their knowledge for a while.

As for when the next discussion will be, no one knows.

Maybe it will start right away.

These events made him feel a little agitated after waking up, and even the anger that he thought he would keep at the beginning was gone.

They found a place to rest -- next to a river.

The river flows quietly, and the sun shines on the surface of the river, with a slight silvery light undulating.

Fitnair sat on a large rock by the river, and she remembered that she had been by the river on the first day she had entered Aesop's forest, but not in such a laid-back environment.

She couldn't help but look at the people who were traveling with her.

Adez rested in a sunless place, covering his face with a cloak - he was indeed the one who wrote "The Memoirs of Mr. Winchett" and "The Crazy and Mysterious Plant", but his reflexes were so poor that his mouth could not keep up with his knowledge-rich brain, so much so that every time he argued with someone, he could only regret it.

As for Jill, he's better than he was when he was in Starlight, at least remembering some people, and he's not as fanatical about potions experiments.

Clarence...... Ah, I still can't understand it.

At last......

Fettnay's eyes fell on Eddard, who set up a pot on top of the burning fire to cook lunch.

She had known for a long time that Ed would do these things, but her feelings were different from what she was now, and as for her now, she seemed to have only now discovered that there were almost nothing that Ed would not have.

That is not a commendable thing for a man of aristocratic origin in this world, for only a person who is unable or does not intend to rely on anyone, for subjective or objective reasons, has such a specialty.

Lonely people.

Ed quietly went about his thing, his sculptural features forming an almost flawless face, as if he were about to "blend" into the painting in the sunlight.

Fitney stared at him unconsciously, until Ed raised his head and looked at Fitney - he noticed that the other party was also looking at him, and when Blue Violet and Azure looked at each other, there was still no result, only that they were not so for tat.

But...... I don't know what to say.

Fitnair turned his face away, as if he had never paid attention to this man.

"Are you in a daze. Who knew that Ed put down what he was doing, walked over to him, sat down beside her, and said.

"I'm thinking. Fitney glanced at him, and said in a rare seriousness.

"Thinking about what?" Ed was a little curious.

"What else would you do. Fitney stretched out his hand and began to count, "Cooking, potions, alchemy, magic control, politics, ......"

"A lot. Ed was stunned, then smiled lightly, "Noble, magician, adventurer." ”

Is...... It's not modest at all.

"It turns out that the enlightenment curriculum of the Duchy of Ansendir is so perfect?"

"It's about the same as you, you have to take an assessment after learning, you have to live in the forest after passing the level, and you learned some magic on the way back. ”

"That's it?"

"That's all. ”

The two were silent for a while, and Fitney suddenly showed a smile, which was completely sincere, so it looked like the sun was shining.

Ed looked at her, didn't speak, but a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and finally smiled at her.