Shennong Point. A ball of light hung in the air at a height of about thirty meters, emitting a golden glow.

Romon was in the middle of it. Although he had come here countless times, he still felt incredible.

"Fine rice grass. He shouted into the void.

So the information of fine rice grass emerged, which is a kind of herb on the earth, because it has the effect of treating snake wounds in the wild, so Romon planted some. Luo Meng looked at the information of this herb, the content in it was not the same as what he had seen on the earth before, this was probably caused by the difference in the laws of the two worlds, but fortunately, this is still an effective snake medicine.

Luo Meng took out a small piece of space that had been dried in the shade - the space of Shennongjiao, which seemed to be specially prepared for the storage of plants, and some herbs placed in it would remain in the same state as when they were put in. Then he withdrew from Shennong Point.

Back in Sackville's small room for the apprentices, Romon looked at the fine rice grass in his palm, a smile on his face.

The magic lamp emitted a very faint white light, illuminating only a meter or so around it.

Romon dragged out a small wooden box from under the bed, which contained a set of common tools used by pharmacists to cultivate herbs. Small bowls for grinding can also be used to extract juice, knives are used for cutting, guillotines are convenient tools for batch cutting, scissors can be used to take the most tender leaf buds, they can also be used to grind something, and small clay pots can be used to soak herbs. - This was given to him by Anson, the medicine man in the temple in Rika.

Romon took out a knife from among them and began to treat the plant in the same way that this world cultivates butterfly grass.

The initial treatment of herbs, removing the inferior parts of the herbs, retaining the essence, or dividing them according to the different parts of the herbs, and then giving appropriate treatments to enhance the herbs or make subtle changes in the herbs, or increase the shelf life of the herbs, are the most basic introductory parts of herbalism.

On the earth, ancient Chinese medicine, which has been developed for 2,000 years, calls this science concocting science.

In this world, although herbology has also developed, it has to be attached to alchemy and apothery for a long time, and exists as a basic branch of alchemy. For no other reason, this is a real world of magic.

Romon carefully trimmed the fine rice grass, although he knew that he was not a poison like butterfly grass, but it always made some people look like a thief was collecting herbs, and accidentally mixed in a new species very similar to butterfly grass, and then the thief was killed, and all the harvest was packed and taken away by the victorious druid, so the druid, who was sensitive to nature and plants, discovered the difference in a certain plant of butterfly grass.

This is the bizarre story that Romon is trying to show to others.

Romon thought like this, but he was still not very happy, the species on the earth was one of the hole cards he didn't want to expose, but, otherwise, how could he get the recommendation ticket in the black market in Old Vilen's hand? Without this recommendation ticket, how could he launder the money in his hand? If the money can't be laundered, he can't repay his debts, let alone improve Nick's life in the future.

In a short time, the fine rice grass in the hand was repaired according to the method of butterfly grass, and all the fat leaves were retained, but the roots had to be carefully scraped off. And this root system happens to be the difference between the two herbs, the fine rice grass is a straight-rooted plant with a distinct taproot, while the butterfly grass is a fibrous root system without an obvious taproot.

Luo Meng put the cured fine rice grass into a small narrow wooden box prepared in advance next to it, and carefully filled the gap with some hemp wool in the wooden box. Then Luo Meng put the wooden box into the space of Shennongjiao, turned off the lights, and slept peacefully, dreamless all night.

The next day, when the sun was setting behind the western horizon, Romon took the wooden box he had prepared yesterday and went to old Viren. Along the way, the sky was already slightly dark, and the night air was like a drop of ink in the water of a large pool, just scattered in the dim light, and the people who walked by in the distance looked a little blurry.

Romon greeted someone he already knew with a smile, and a different feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

As he walked and thought, Romon saw that Old Viren's shop in front of him had closed. He went up and knocked on the door, and it was Yvette who opened it, and the girl was cleaning the bar in her apron.

"Father is waiting for you inside. Yvette said to him, "Romon, are your things ready?" Romon was a little bit of a hint at Yvette when he went back yesterday, so Yvette was both curious and worried about what Romon was going to take.

Romon smiled and straightened some of Yvette's messy hair on her forehead, then walked through the untidy table and chairs into the room.

Old Veren was sitting by the fireplace in the small living room waiting for him.

"Did you bring anything?" said old Vilen, throwing a piece of wood into the fireplace, and a "pop" spark burst out.

Romon placed the wooden box on the wooden table in the living room: "Brought it, please take a look." ”

Old Viren got up in his rocking chair, and the light of the fire in the fireplace shone behind him, pulling a long black shadow out.

He leisurely and lazily stretched out his fat palm, slightly carelessly opened the wooden box that Romon had placed on the table, and suddenly, his eyes widened: "This is not butterfly grass!" The voice was full of certainty, doubt, and joy.

Luo Meng was shocked: "Old Viren actually has a good herbal attainment!" This thought flashed through his mind, and in an instant, Luo Meng thought of Old Viren's secret fruit wine and coyote meat. This person is by no means as simple as a fifth-level warrior!

He suddenly regretted it, is it appropriate to expose his hole cards to such a person?

Next, you can only hope for your love affair with Yvette. Romon thought so, and the hand under the table couldn't help but clench his fists.

Old Viren rushed into the inner room with a "knock knock", and then the sound of rummaging things could be heard from inside, and then he rushed out again, waving tweezers in one hand and wearing a crystal lens on his right eye.

Old Viren held his breath on the edge of the table, carefully turning the herbs taken out of the wooden box with tweezers, and carefully observing them with crystal lenses, while also making "tsk" sounds from his mouth from time to time.

Finally, Viren took off the lenses and muttered, "Damn, the root system is partially destroyed." ”

Romon stood respectfully, "Mr. Viren, am I eligible for a ticket for this item?"

Old Viren looked at Romon . A meaningful smile appeared on his face: "I wanted to see what Yvette's favorite child is capable of, but now it seems that luck is also an ability." He patted Romon on the shoulder. "I want this thing, I've heard Yvette say about you, I can launder all the cash and goods for you, and the commission is converted into this grass. ”

"Thank you very much, Mr. Viren. Romon bowed, and finally got the matter right. He thought so.

A week or two passed, and it was early in the morning, when it was still dark, and on the streets, the soldiers on the night patrol kept rubbing their eyes, yawning, and tired all night, and by this time they were really sleepy.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers patrolling the eastern part of the city spotted a man wearing a long hooded cloak with a face that could not be seen from a distance.

"What man!" shouted the squad leader, subconsciously pressing his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Bang!" an object was thrown at the team leader's feet.

The squad leader took advantage of the light of the remaining torches in the hands of the soldiers behind him, and immediately picked up the things under his feet.

It is a metal token with the family crest of the Castle Lord Edel family on it, which is a special pass issued by the lord to the honored guests.

The team leader hurriedly wiped the token on his clothes, and then bent down and handed it to the cloaked man who walked in: "My lord, please." ”

The cloaked man reached out and took it, and the hand under the cloak was very well maintained, and a very conspicuous sapphire ring was placed on the right hand of the master.

The leader saw the Cloaked Man walking towards Old Velen's bar, and knocked on the door.

"These big people with strange hobbies don't want to have a drink early in the morning. The squad leader scratched his head, and finally ordered his brothers to continue patrolling along the streets.

In the morning, Romon walked into the workshop of the magician Sackville, as usual. He walked to his cubicle, closed the door, sat down on the edge of the workbench, took out a bottle of curing agent and put it in front of him, and began to use the power of his breath to balance his mind and start the day's work.

Outside the door of the cubicle were the envious and jealous eyes of his fellow hiremen.

Everyone knew that Romon had received an inheritance from one of his uncles whom he had never met, and although it was not clear how much it was, since this inheritance could be solemnly contracted by the temple under the emblem of the Lord of Radiance, and then entrusted to the adventurers' guild to issue a mission, it was clear that a few hundred gold coins were probably available. All in all, Romon made a fortune.

On the day he received the so-called inheritance, which was actually the laundering of the stolen goods taken from the thieves' guild in Rika, Romon paid off the hundred silver coins on the spot from the adventurers' guild.

With the city of Aps as the center, and with the support of Viscount Eagle Edel, the adventurer's union spread over his territory and his vassals' territory, so some cash business and adventurer's information management work was gradually established. Of course, if the indebted adventurers run away outside of Aps, then the Aps-City adventurers' union will have to consider the cost of debt collection.

Romon did not intend to return to Rika Town immediately after paying off his debts, in fact, if it were not for the responsibility and guilt of the wounded Nick, if it were not for the hatred of the tax collector Bakas and the priest Tenis, Romon even felt that it was a good choice to buy a property in the city of Apus with his own property, and then work to earn money, pay the taxes on time and in full, and finally obtain the power of a freeman in the Apus, not to mention, in the bar of old Ville, there was a girl who loved him who would accompany him to practice swords, would rush to take away his dirty clothes to wash, and would leave him more food when he delivered food......

However, Romon felt that he had to go back, the big husband had a clear grudge, and he couldn't leave Nick behind, and he couldn't give up his hatred.

In this way, choosing when to go back is a matter worth thinking about and paying attention to, Luo Meng vaguely feels: with the approach of spring, with the gradual vitality of the blue grass in the space of Shennongjiao, the opportunity for himself to be promoted to the second level of the druid has become more and more obvious, that is, this batch of blue grass matures, and the space obtains energy from the plant to complete the upgrade!

So, in the current situation, probably only the most stupid person would not be able to endure like this.

Romon, who chose to stay in Apus before the beginning of spring, was comfortable making potions in the magician's workshop, but next month, Romon didn't plan to do it here, although he did learn a lot from Sackville every week.

"Druids are different from mages after all," Romon thought faintly, looking at the healing potion that had been successfully concocted in his hand, under the light of the magic lamp in the compartment, the glass bottle of potion exuded a crystal clear luster like a ruby, many ordinary people believed that this color meant the essence of blood and the never-ending flame of life.

"Every magic artifact, even the insignificant healing potion in front of you, is a miracle. No one believed this more than Romon from Earth, who changed the angle of the glass bottle, and the swaying red liquid jumped like flames, "Unfortunately, I'm not a mage, druids should be close to nature." ”

Lomonso leaned himself on the workbench, and he suddenly remembered his former teacher, Jefa, the middle-aged man who wore a cloak made of green leaves, and he still vividly remembered the first lesson Jefa taught him: Druids should be close to nature.

"Druids should be close to nature!" Romon muttered to himself, "I asked Alec what a mage was, and Alec told me that the first lesson Sackville taught him was to tell him that a mage is a man who seeks knowledge and truth. I also asked Yvette what a warrior was, and Yvette told me that the first lesson that Viren taught her was to tell her that a warrior is either you die or I die. Every profession has its own essential beliefs and ideals. I know what knowledge and truth are, and what life and death are, but who can tell me what nature is?"

Romon felt a little distressed, he remembered the reason for Jafa's expulsion, he understood nature to be balance and protection, and the druid should be careful to maintain the balance of nature, rather than use this ability to destroy it - what about his own nature?

Luo Meng put the prepared potion on the table, and then pressed the bell, today's mood is relatively boring, it is better to go out for a walk. He thought of it, go find Yvette.

After the potion was tested by Alec, Romon successfully obtained seven silver coins. He walked down the street to Old Vilen's bar.

"Huh, old Veren's bar closed so early, or did he not open at all today?" Romon was surprised to see the locked bar.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door. No one answered.

"Romon don't knock, that old bastard of Viren is not here, and Yvette is not here, I don't know where their father and daughter have gone, and they haven't opened the door today. It was a regular customer in the bar who was talking, and he was complaining.

Romon felt even more depressed, and he decided to go back and continue making potions......

But, on this morning, Romon was definitely not the most depressed person.

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