The improvement of life level is not easy, the time required for each level is multiplied, under normal circumstances, from level three to level four, it has to be produced non-stop for more than half a month.

But it only took Sherlock three days to raise the sewing level from 11% of level 3 to 25% of level 4, which is naturally thanks to these high-grade materials.

Fortunately, Papac was not short of money, and with Ashanta's face, he finally sent him a task to collect materials to pay off his debts.

Moling flower, hanging ghost spider silk, purple water moss, kamasu tree sap.

Of course, the materials that can be worth 230,000 gold coins will not be ordinary goods, and after flipping through the Faeron Chronicles, none of these four things are easy to get.

The only good news was that they could all be found in the Sea Forest, saving him from having to run anywhere else.

After saying goodbye to Papac and resupplying at a grocery store, Sherlock was ready to go.

To the northeast of Coral Hill, this huge forest is home to treasures and many necessities, such as the outermost shrimp pincer flower, which is a favorite food for both merfolk and fish-people.

Therefore, at the station of Coral Hill, there is a special pleated fish car to go to the sea no mori.

"Let it go, let it go!"

In the bustling station, several teams of fish-man guards suddenly rushed in, relying on armor and weapons to cut a wide passage through the crowd.

Sherlock had studied the information about Mermaid Island in the Chronicles of Faeron, and had also found a lot of information from Ashanta, and recognized the guards just by looking at their clothes.

The Royal Guard, all second-turn professions, elite templates, and all equipment are of excellent quality or above, they are the backbone of the Atlas City army, and they have always only guarded the palace.

I don't know what the purpose of coming to the Coral Hill station this time is to welcome any VIPs?

Everyone in the vicinity who had a little insight came to this conclusion, and they vied with each other to guess which side it was.

Ten minutes later, as a luxurious dragon car drove into the station, the Royal Salute Band played the unique welcome song of the mermaid clan.

Different from the fish cart that ordinary people ride, the mermaid royal family will take a phoenix-tailed car when traveling, and the dragon car dragged by the winged sea dragon is the highest level of treatment for outsiders.

In the midst of the cheerful music, seven people dressed in emerald green robes walked out of the dragon chariot one after another.

"It's the pastoral mage of Agolaron!" There are already people around who have already revealed the origin of this group of people.

Although in the last 50 years, because of the truce, there has been no major war between Agolaron and Cell.

However, as the number one enemy of the Red-robed Mage Guild and the most trusted assistant of the Storm Queen Simbu, the reputation of these half-elven mages living in the Yumu Forest has not weakened much on the continent of Faeron, and Sherlock can recognize their origin just by looking at the badge on their chest.

I didn't expect them to be sent to Reiria's wedding, and it seems that Xinbu's close relationship with the mermaid royal family is not unfounded.

When all seven shepherds stepped out of the car, the welcoming music became more and more enthusiastic and cheerful after a brief pause.

Then, under the watchful eye of the dragon, it was a little blonde girl with a strange conical hat on her head, her body shrouded in a shabby brown-black robe that seemed to be a product of the last century, and the freckled smile on her face intuitively conveyed her excitement at this time.

She did not adhere to the dogma that silence is golden, like the seven pastoral mages who walked in front, and waved her little hand at the crowd of onlookers as soon as she got out of the car.

No one introduced her, so no one knows what her name is or what her identity is, but a little girl who is so cute shows you her kindness that it is difficult for you to respond to her with indifference.

As a result, all kinds of chaotic greetings kept coming from all around.

Sherlock smiled in return, and thought about the identity of the little girl.

First of all, the other party is definitely not following the group of pastoral mages, and it is very likely that they will be a cut above the latter in terms of status.

And then, due to age, this little girl, who looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, was unlikely to be the leader of this mission.

If you rule out the situation that a big man wants to come to the underwater world to play, the identity and purpose of the other party are very interesting.

"Are the people of Tillandus here too?"

A whisper from nowhere interrupted Sherlock's thoughts.

The volume was very low, and if it weren't for the fact that the word 'Tillanders' sounded too much like a dragon's language, he probably wouldn't have caught it from the noisy surroundings.

Tilllandus, translated as the lingua franca of the sleeping dragon, sounds like the name of an organization or force.

"So this little girl is a member of this organization?" Sherlock was eager to find the person he had just spoken to and ask him about it.

It's just that after searching around and not finding any suspicious people, I can only reluctantly stop this thought.

After Agolalong's mission had left, he boarded the fish cart bound for the Sea Forest.

The town at the entrance to the Sea Forest was originally just a small logistics transit station, but with the influx of players, it was only natural that it developed into a large market, where many teams of expeditions deep into the forest would resupply or make their own gains.

Sherlock ignored the clamor along the way, and after finding his way, he walked straight into the forest.

The interior of the Sea Forest is much the same as the forest on the surface, except for the occasional appearance of one or two ships stuck upside down in the ground, except for the species of plants.

For example, the sap of the Camassu tree that he was going to collect first.

The Camassu tree is a bamboo-like plant that grows vertically, with an average height of more than 100 feet, and has no branches on its main trunk, but only grows leaves and bears flowers at the core at the top of the tree.

Climbing high is not too difficult for Sherlock with a flying mount, but the trouble is the growth area of the Kamasu tree, the Aphotic Chainring, and the monster that feeds on the sap of the core of the Kamassu tree, the Dark-crowned Partis.

Because it is obscured by a huge ship, there is an area in the forest sea that does not shine for a long time without morning light, and this area is the lightless chainlink.

There are many shady creatures living in the chainring, and the Dark-crowned Wren is one of them.

Sherlock walked cautiously for more than half an hour, realizing that he had arrived at his destination as the light in his vision faded.

He was no stranger to the dim environment, a pair of golden vertical pupils unfolded, and the surrounding scenery was all clearly included in his eyes.