Holding the spoon and stirring it in the boiling dark green liquid, lifting it from time to time to taste.

The liquid was rich and strangely colored, and the tentacles of the roots revealed by the boiling water looked like a witch brewing an evil potion.

It's just that the person in charge of the spoon is not a witch at the moment, but an elven boy wearing a slightly fluffy white robe, gray trousers, and a thin body.

The boy's long pitch-black hair was neatly combed behind his head and tied tightly with a rope to form a long ponytail, and the two strands of black hair left on the sides were slightly messy. His bright and dark eyes stared intently at the boiling hanging pot in front of him, and from time to time he reached out to grab the materials on the nearby wooden table and put them into the pot.

Charles's appearance at this time is somewhat similar to that of his previous life, but there are also many differences except for the youthfulness, the most obvious is that his facial features are more profound, and his dark eyebrows are also very thick.

Although reincarnated as an elf, it didn't seem to be much feminine, but more heroic.

The bloodline is excellent, plus the body has certain peculiarities. His appearance is conspicuous even among the generally handsome Noldor tribe, not to mention the green elves who live in the forest all year round.

Among the elves of Middle-earth, the Noldor who have lived in Amen for countless years are the best, followed by the Sindar who have developed and prospered in Middle-earth.

Compared to the Sindar and Noldor tribes, these green elves, officially known as the Nando tribe, have not bathed in the glory of Amen Continent, and their civilization is extremely lacking and vulgar, and compared to the first two races, they can even be compared to savages and civilized society.

They were later known as the Sylvan Elves, or Forest Elves.

Most of the Elven King Thrandil's people are forest elves.

Not only in later generations, but for now, the Green Elves are also "inferior" elves.

Of course, if you distinguish according to this class title, the current most powerful kingdom of Dorias Grey Elves in Beleriand also belongs to the ranks of second-class elves.

In current Middle-earth, only the Noldor who have traveled to the West and basked in the light of the Twin Sacred Trees of Vera are called the High Elves, Elda, or the Elves of Light. (So the bark has always been called wrong, but it doesn't know that.)

The Sindar, Nando, and the wild elves scattered around Middle-earth are collectively known as the Dark Elves because they have never bathed in the light of the Twin Sacred Trees (Eor is the Dark Elf of the Dark Elves)

All in all, whether it was his origin, his appearance, or his actions at this time, the charr had good reason to be watched by the green elves.

Before, he didn't have time to pay attention to this helpful visitor because of the wounded, but now, almost all the elves here are around him, their eyes are focused.

On the contrary, the shepherd who had been chatting with Charles before turned his gaze to other places at this moment, and his face was melancholy-

It is very fond of flowers, plants, and small animals in the forest, and is naturally unaccustomed to this act of making potions from plant life.

……

Time was actually short, and the wounds on the seriously wounded man lying on the long table were still oozing blood, and he was not in a good state.

And as the Green Elf had said before, her magic was no longer available after two uses.

These two uses suppressed the two more important wounds on the wounded's body, but the others had no time to care about at all.

At this moment, those flesh and blood turned out wounds were smeared with a mixture of green plants chewing and tightened with rags, which seemed to have a certain effect, but it was not enough for the other party to stabilize the injury.

Although the time was tight, the charr was always in a hurry.

However, they did not wait long, and when the liquid in the hanging pot evaporated to the bottom of the pot, turning green and black, leaving only such a thin layer, he had already picked up an iron tong to turn the hanging pot upside down.

This viscous liquid is then poured into it with a wooden cup held in the other hand, which flows slowly and finally fills up.

The results were out, but the Green Elves were hesitant about the liquid he was holding, because it was so weird, and the pungent smell coming from the cup was unpleasant.

He had been treated with the potion countless times (and had also experimented on himself), so Charles didn't think his potion was working wrong.

It's just that in the face of these doubtful eyes, he also explained: "This potion is not very effective, so if you have no other way, I dare not guarantee that this alone can cure him." ”

"The Ent's eaux-de-vie work wonders, and if your potion can slow down the deterioration of the wounds on Calebdil's body, we can awaken him when the Ente's water is found." The brown-haired elf replied.

She didn't say what to do when she woke up, and Charles didn't ask.

Because it's a tacit thing - as long as the elf is conscious, then it will be difficult for him to die from external injuries.

Because the elves have a strong control over the body, they can actively control the wound to heal slowly.

Since she said so, Charles had nothing to say, and the other elves around her temporarily suppressed their concerns after hearing his words.

Silently watched as he lifted the bloody bandages covering the wounded's body, held the wooden cup full of potion, and used a spoon to stick the liquid from it to the wounds.

A pungent scent erupted, a smell that resembled a mixture of countless decaying plants that wrinkled the noses of sensual elves.

But after a few minutes, they suddenly noticed that the bleeding had stopped from the target's wound, and soon after, there was a slight sign of closing!

This phenomenon was similar to the effect of the magic they had used not so long ago, only weaker, but compared to the magic that had been used a limited number of times, the full cup of liquid was still more than two-thirds after nearly half of the wounds had been disposed of!

After discovering that it really worked, loud cheers suddenly rang out from the courtyard in the forest, but they stopped abruptly after a while. Because the brown-haired elf glared at the little ones around her.

This was actually the mother of the other three underage elves, and it was her father who had run to find her husband who had run to find the water of Ent.

What makes the Charles curious is why these green elves don't live with the other elves of the Nando tribe.

In his impression (and most of this impression comes from the cheap old mother of the Noldor), whether it is the Noldor or the Sinda, the elves will always spontaneously gather together to form villages or gathering places, rather than living alone in the wilderness.

Is he as eccentric as Eol?

The thought was fleeting, and Charles didn't think much of it, instead handing the cup to the female elf who had been watching him closely.

There is nothing difficult about simply taking medicine, and after a few demonstrations, he does not need to do it himself.

The three underage elves around were still curious about this, and after seeing that the grandfather at the table was in a stable state, they even gathered around the hanging pot where Charles had boiled medicine before.

Having retired, Charles returned to his previous stool and sat down, finding that they were not impressed by what they were doing at the moment.

He didn't have the slightest idea of how to make the potion.

In fact, compared to his past memories, this method of simply using plants to boil potions is very low-level, or it is the foundation of some foundations.

The effect is also not great.

It was only because of the lack of spiritual strength that Charles studied this.

But he couldn't help it, he had used all kinds of means, and even tried to cultivate the Thunder Monk training method that would make people bald, as well as other training methods like that.

The results were all fruitless.

There is a clear difference in the rules between this world and the former Overworld, and after countless attempts, Charles has come to understand this.

It was a completely different world from the dungeon worlds he had used to travel through through the Shuttle Door.

He didn't know exactly what the reason for the difference was, but the consequences of it kept him in a state of boredom — in other words, when he got used to using a smartphone, he could switch back to a feature phone or even a big brother, and no one could get used to it.

……

After he temporarily hanged the adult elf named Celebudir with a potion.

The next afternoon, the adult male elf, whom he had met in a hurry, brought back a special spring called the water of Ente.

Then he succeeded in waking up that Calebdil, and in only two days, he could walk on the ground.

Thus, a cheerful and lively celebratory dinner began.