Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Pavilion in the Sky
"Bastard, you didn't even leave a task, you are stingy and home!" Zhao Mai found the banyan tree and the blackboard hanging under the tree. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info Written in chalk are more than a dozen druids to their apprentices, with the exception of Master Duncan. A quick glance at the quests to patrol, help animals move, transplant some plants elsewhere, or dissuade lumberjacks who go too far, nothing too difficult, but the rewards are good. Teacher Celine issued a task to collect seeds from more than ten purple berry plants, and the reward was a delicate cane made of adamantium.
Vajra is not a tree, but a druidic spell that gives wood a steely hardness and is no longer afraid of fire. At the same time, it still retains its past weight and does not sink on the water. This task made Zhao Mai a little tempted, but he was still worried about his father's illness and had no time to do it slowly, so he had to give up for the time being.
Reserve Liang stretched out his tongue and licked Zhao Mai's ankles, telling him not to be too sad. "Only you are the most caring, but you can't solve the problem. I'd love a potion of anti-disease, but I don't know what to do. Do you really want to ask Master Joseph and Teacher Celine to take me to Master Duncan?"
The puppy snorted and shook his head. Zhao Mai smiled, he was a little dizzy, even if he became a druid, it didn't mean that his animal companion could understand human words, right? He rubbed the dog's head vigorously and put the reserve grain on the ground.
Unexpectedly, the puppy bit the hem of his robe with his teeth and dragged him towards the corner of the village. Zhao Mai didn't understand what to do with the grain reserves, but he simply had nothing to do now, so let's go over and take a look.
There was a large tree that was older than the maple tree before, and its rough bark was covered with vines, but it still couldn't stop it from rushing into the sky. If the Realization Tree is completely shocking in its size and antiquity, this almond eucalyptus tree is absolutely eye-catching. Zhao Mai looked up and found that its shortest branch was taller than the crown of the other trees.
"It's spectacular, what are you bringing me here?" Zhao Mai asked the reserve grain in puzzlement. The puppy didn't speak, but ran up and bit a vine with his mouth.
"How is this possible?"
As soon as the words fell, the vines rolled up like snakes, grabbed the reserve grain and began to rise. Zhao Mai was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward and tried to drag the dog down. But he touched more vines, and immediately they were submerged, and they went up with their hands and feet tied.
He was about to call for help, but he saw the reserve grain lying comfortably in the "cage" rolled up by the vines, sticking out his tongue and "hahaha". Dogs are not nervous about what they are afraid of. Although the posture was extremely uncomfortable and he was getting farther and farther away from the ground, Zhao Mai still couldn't help but keep his voice.
Soon, a man and a dog crossed the height of the other canopies and finally stopped on the first branch of the almond eucalyptus tree. The vines let go of them and slowly drooped down again. Reserve grain led the way in front, shaking his ass and swaggering towards the trunk.
The branches form a spiral staircase, which can be easily climbed upwards if you are careful of the gap in the middle. The two of them had risen about ten meters more, and they saw a house that looked like a bird's nest perched on the trunk of a tree. The bottom and walls are made of stiff branches, and the roof is made of large banana leaves, suspended in mid-air, separate from the wall below. If you live in this room, you will have half a wall to block the wind when you lie down, and a rooftop when you stand up.
There was no door in the house, and there was no one now, so Zhao Mai walked in directly. There were two simple sleeping bags, a small jug and a plate with oatmeal bread next to the pillow. There was a brazier between the two sleeping bags, which had no fuel such as wood, but a slightly purple flame that continued to burn.
"Have you been here?" Zhao Mai scratched his head and looked at the reserve grain a little incredulously. "The two of us were separated for a day yesterday, right? I'm going to learn magic prayers, and you're going to explore everywhere, what a great kid. He crouched down and scratched his chin at the stockpile, admiring the comfortable way it squinted. "Since you're so smart, can you tell me why you're here?"
"Wang!" he took two steps to the side, pointing to a corner of the room with his paws. In the corner of the branch wall, there was an unlocked leather box, about the size of a common coat box.
Zhao Mai opened the box curiously, and it was full of many potions. Small bottles of different colors and shapes are stacked on top of each other, and their names are written on them in the lingua franca. Heal minor injuries, animal talks, strides, jumps, owl saga, energy damage protection, and a potion to ward off disease.
After confirming the words on it again and again, Zhao Mai took the bottle of potion in his hand. After so long, I finally found a trace of this potion, although it was only a small bottle of less than a hundred milliliters, and the medicine inside was as colorless and transparent as water, but when I uncorked the bottle, I could indeed feel the rich taste of the Natural Force.
Reserve grain jumped around, tail flicking. Zhao Mai took the potion, closed the box, and did not choose to leave with the dog, but sat down. He took the reserve in his arms and rubbed its neck vigorously. "Thank you, Aliang, you are truly the smartest creature I have ever met. I found what I needed, but I couldn't just take it and walk away. If you don't tell you, you're stealing, and I'm not going to be a thief. Whoever this potion belongs to, I'm willing to consult with him and see if I can get it from him. ā
"This forest belongs to the druids, and the radiance of their power envelops the entire lake of ashes. Even if we leave with the potion, we won't go far. Zhao Mai explained to the puppy: "The druids here are very sincere to me, and I will treat them sincerely. Wait a little longer. ā
After making up his mind, Zhao Mai sat on the floor of the pavilion in the air with the reserve grain and waited. From noon to evening, he watched as the sun slowly sank below the horizon and the forest turned from vibrant movement to silence. When night falls, tired birds return to their nests, and movement and stillness are two sides of nature.
The sound of flapping wings came from far and near, and then a thud was heard as it landed, and the branches swayed. Zhao Mai knew that someone was coming, and just stood up to greet him, and put a spear on his neck. The tip of the metal spear was unusually sharp, and it carried the icy breath of the night wind on it. The reserve grain rolled down from Zhao Mai's arms, fell to the ground with a pop, and woke up with a shaking head.
"Apprentice, who is your teacher?" said a hoarse voice.
"It's Ms. Celine. My name is Mike, and I've recently arrived in the Departed community for druid training. The dog on the ground is my companion, and his name is Aryan. ā
"It's a good dog, it came yesterday. ā
The spear moved away from his neck, and Zhao Mai stood up from a half-squatting position and turned his head to look at the owner of the spear. It was a boy who was less than 1.5 meters tall, with a slightly immature face painted with white patterns, circled the outlines of the eyes, nose and mouth, and drew a third eye on the center of the eyebrows. He wore a cloak made of feathers, a light crossbow and bolts coiled around his waist, and many throwing knives tied to his ankles. The spear, which was about his height, was tossed out after a few turns in his hand, and rested peacefully against the wall.
"You've been waiting for a long time, what's the matter?" the boy asked in a hoarse voice.