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The hottest season on the continent was quietly receding, and one was greeted by another golden, fruitful, sweet world, but in the lands ruled by the lords of the Partridge Hills and the White Tower, there was a different peculiar sight—about a third of the fields, the edges of the forests, and some of the marshes that could not be used for wheat and corn were covered with green plants, which looked neither like tobacco nor vegetables, and whose flowers in May amazed many. Scarlet, crimson, deep purple, pink and yellow, and even red and white, the flowers were so large that the stamens were surrounded by a circle of velvety black, and young boys who wanted to please their lovers or girls who were pleased with them would pick a few flowers when they were not looking, but if they were discovered, they would be beaten, and the stewards who distributed the seedlings to the tenant farmers made it clear that they were to exchange the fruits of this plant for the coming year's wheat. Truth be told, not many farmers are willing to grow this strange "tobacco", it's just that they can't go against the wishes of their lords unless they want to be expelled.

They didn't need their attention for long, the flowers didn't bloom for long, after seven or eight days, they withered one after another, and in twenty days, the roots of the flowers swelled up and turned into small green balls with tiny fluff, just after Ryette died and her brother Rika became the leader of the White Tower's "Thin Web" guild. The first fruits that were harvested were also transported to the White Tower. Rica examined each fruit with great care, he cut open one of them with a very small dagger, white juice flowed out of the wound, and the apprentice who followed him immediately sent a small plate, Ricka squeezed the fruit to let as much juice flow into the plate as possible. "Go get one for me. He said to the apprentices beside him. He licked his fingers gently, satisfied with the familiar and rich bitterness, and the amount of sap - the plant was originally only suitable for growing on the partially gravelly land of the Dragonfire Islands, and it took a lot of effort for Rika and his mentor to adapt it to most kinds of soil, but the results were satisfactory, and their results were more worthy of the "mother's" smile than the fools who were trying to figure out how to make the devil's fingers grow in abundance.

What they are going to face is humanity. It is true that humans are not creatures worth mentioning compared to elves, dwarves, or even orcs and gnomes, but it must be admitted that they have no quality, but quantity. Before the Thousand-Year Holocaust, the gods did not pay much attention to humans. But after that, almost all the gods had to rely on faith for power, or rather, to obtain permission to exist, and humanity, which far outnumbered the other races combined, naturally became their new darlings - more than a thousand years later, for the dragons. It's just the process of turning from a hard egg to a Jackie Chan, but for humans, it is an ancient history that has lasted for hundreds of generations, and in this thousand years, their numbers have reached a new peak. In contrast, the battle between the gods for faith has entered a platform - at least not as sharp and stark.

But this is not fair to the new gods, who would want to put their sword in the hands of an enemy when the faith of humanity and other races has been divided? Rika's mentor occupies a good position in Grenada, "Mother" If it is true that the gods and many beings in the main material plane are hung with a thick veil, then Rika's mentor is only separated by a thin veil, and as his most beloved disciple, Rika naturally has the privilege of peeking into one or two of them-like Gredi...... He paused slightly, letting his thoughts return to a safer place.

"How are we going to set the price—these things?" asked a thief and a so-called "merchant" humbly, who had to be intimidated by the red-robed warlocks, not only because of the power and magic of the dragon's bloodline, but also because of their minds, which had been used by the Dragonfire Islands for centuries to control slaves, and the potions that accompanied it were almost always from Grenada, but no one had ever thought that this medicine could be used on ordinary people as well- It can be cut into pieces and put in hookahs, or it can be burned and sniffed, or it can be put in small amounts in food, and as far as they have experimented, as long as they have tasted these sweet smells, no one can escape their temptation, even if they can find the priest and ask the priest to drive away the toxins from their bodies. In fact, would they really want those people to do that...... Because the toxin can be driven away, but the wonderful feeling left by their "tobacco" cannot be forgotten, even if they can return home well, but once they are tired, sad, angry, they will involuntarily look for it, nothing can take away the sorrows and troubles that linger in the whole life more than it, food is not good, wine is not good, women are not good, only it.

"What do you think of a gold coin and a pound?" Ricka rubbed his fingers nonchalantly.

The merchant showed no objection, and even his reluctant expression was fleeting, but Rika knew what he was thinking, and the price of a pound of gold was almost cheaper than tobacco.

"What we need now is not gold, not all of them, to be exact. Rarely, Rica didn't throw the fool in front of him into his pet's mouth, but patiently explained, "We need it to spread a little wider, and when the Partridge Hills are all used to grow them and your goods are still in short supply - we can raise the price as much as we can, and someone will be willing to buy it even for a gold coin or a gram." ”

"But if so," asked the merchant cautiously, "if it were only serfs and the lowliest mercenaries, then by that time they would not have been able to come up with enough money to buy our goods." ”

"Then," said Rika earnestly, "let them pray to the gods, who are always merciful." ”

The merchant shook his head slightly. He then dismissed this answer as the occasional humor of the red-robed warlock, but he didn't know that Rica had spoken the truth in an extremely rare way.

Yes, they can pray to Gredi.

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"How?" asked Master Alva, who now had a dozen mages and priests standing beside him, all of whom had been invited by Master Alva, including Perrant of Grey Ridge. He was a druid, and as such, had a closer connection to nature than a normal man or an elf, he knew most of the plants on the continent well, if not by heart, and he was as adept at using healing and crafting potions as any other spellcaster.

"This plant ...... There are not many corrections, and if I have to say, the most significant change is probably in its root system. "Their roots used to grow only in gravelly soil, but now they can grow well even in swamps with heavy moisture," Perrant said. ”

"They've already harvested it once. A priest of Ilmot, who lived not far from the Partridge Hill, and whose newly cultivated land was only a few hundred feet from the woods where he had retreated, furrowed his brows when the crowd looked at him: "One yug is greater than a hundred and fifty pounds of fruit." As for how much it weighs after being made into tobacco, I don't know very well. ”

That's a lot to be reckoned with.

"What about those people?" asked Master Alva. His disciple knew that he was asking about himself, and he bowed to his mentor. "We've removed the toxins from their bodies, but ......"

"They're probably not going to give up on this tobacco. Perrante said.

"The bottomless abyss is below. The previous Pastor Ilmot shouted, "What the hell are they thinking? They know it's not a good thing......

Master Alva didn't answer his question, "What about after they've been detoxified?" he asked, "They shouldn't be tempted by that kind of thing anymore." ”

"They...... That's what I said. A priest in Rosada said that he was one of the priests who prayed for divine magic to heal these people: "But they ...... They don't seem to be very harmful. ”

"The pleasure that this tobacco brings to humans is so intense. "Gen Alva said he was one of the victims. No one knew better than him how much pleasure it could bring to those who smoked or took it, and occasionally the old mage of Cape Pier couldn't help but want to relive the feeling - he even quit the hookah for it, otherwise he didn't know if he would find the tobacco unsupervised and stuff it into his hookah, he glanced at the many casters around him: "Believe me, even if its poison can kill a person in one block (an hour)." There are also people who go to the door of the sanctuary, suck it in a big gulp, and then bang on the door of the sanctuary. ”

"Some people think they can resist the temptation of magic or the power of the gods," said the priest of Rosada worriedly, "and as far as I know, some of my colleagues are also sucking this tobacco, saying that it brings them closer to the gods, and that the removal of toxins is a mere prayer if they wish." “

"It's useless to simply get rid of toxins," muttered Master Alpha, "and it doesn't just work on your body, but it also on your mind." ”

"But it's still possible to erase that memory. Another Ilmot priest said.

"The problem is that not every spellcaster can, or is willing to unleash a memory-erasing spell or magic for free," said the archon of Cape Fortress, "and my soldiers have seized a merchant who is carrying this tobacco, but I can't convict him, there are too many people willing to buy his tobacco, do you know how much they sell it?" A pound only costs a gold coin, and they don't mind selling it separately, in small bottles of an ounce, as well as bits and pieces of a fingernail, and mercenaries and craftsmen especially love their tobacco, which they say is better than anything else. ”

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"How?" asked Mage Alva, who was now surrounded by a dozen mages and priests, all of whom had been invited by Mage Alva, including Perrant of Grey Ridge, who was a druid and therefore had a closer connection to nature than humans or elves, who knew most of the plants on the continent, if not by heart, by heart, and who, like the other spellcasters, was adept at using healing and making potions.

"This plant ...... There aren't many corrections, and if I have to say, the biggest change is probably in its root system," says Perrante, "whose roots were originally only suitable for growing in gravelly soil, but now they can grow well even in swamps with heavy moisture." ”

"They've already harvested it once. A priest of Ilmot, who lived not far from the Partridge Hill, and whose newly cultivated land was only a few hundred feet from the woods where he had retreated, furrowed his brows when the crowd looked at him: "One yug is greater than a hundred and fifty pounds of fruit." As for how much it weighs after being made into tobacco, I don't know very well. ”

That's a lot to be reckoned with.

"What about those people?" asked Venerable Alva, his disciple knowing that he was asking about himself, and he bowed to his mentor, "We have removed the toxins from their bodies, but ......"

"They're probably not going to give up on this tobacco. Perrante said.

"The bottomless abyss is below. The previous Pastor Ilmot shouted, "What the hell are they thinking? They know it's not a good thing......

Master Alva didn't answer his question, "What about after they've been detoxified?" he asked, "They shouldn't be tempted by that kind of thing anymore." ”

"They...... That's what I said. A priest in Rosada said that he was one of the priests who prayed for divine magic to heal these people: "But they ...... They don't seem to be very harmful. ”

"The pleasure that this tobacco brings to humans is so intense. "Master Alva said that he was one of the victims, and that no one knew better than him how much pleasure it could bring to those who smoked or took it, and occasionally the old mage of Cape Fortress couldn't help but want to relive the feeling - he even quit the hookah for it, otherwise he didn't know if he would find the tobacco unsupervised and stuff it into his hookah, and he glanced at the many casters who surrounded him:" Believe me, even if its toxin could kill a person in one block (an hour), someone would walk up to the door of the sanctuary, gulp it up, and then bang on the door of the sanctuary. ”

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