Chapter 54 So, our group is first?
I don’t know if it was because Amy was the one who teleported all of them, but everyone in Edith’s team was teleported to the same space.
The place was empty and dimly lit. Edith knocked on the wall, relying on the sound to confirm that everyone was deep in the cave.
"We can only leave by tearing up the scroll." It's too late to leave.
She made a calm judgment amid the cheers of "Finally it's out!" and "Great it's over!", causing the excited crowd to pause for a moment.
Why are you thinking about the competition right after you get out of the trap?
"Sister, please, take a break." Amy said sincerely.
Edith raised her eyebrows and didn't respond to him, but turned her head to look to the side.
"But there's really no need to rush. It looks like we still have ten minutes to spare. We can loot some more things here before we go."
Everyone then turned around and looked in the direction Edith was looking, and were immediately blinded by a patch of dense grass.
"Bittergrass." Tuttle gave an answer instantly. "It is commonly found deep in caves with high humidity. It needs an environment without magic to grow. Therefore, it is extremely precious and generally does not grow in isolation."
It turns out that what is written in the books is correct. This place is covered with a dark mass, and at first glance it looks like the fur of a wild animal.
If it weren't for the random teleportation array, it would be impossible for them to walk to such a deep place in three days relying only on their own legs.
Mulin swallowed.
Although there is only one species, there are so many of them - one cent per plant is very valuable!
"There are still ten minutes left, everyone dig as much as you can." Edith dug the grass without looking up. The most troublesome thing about this kind of herb is that it must be pulled out by the roots, otherwise it will lose its vitality, but fortunately, there are six of them here.
Six people whose faces were filled with desire for scores.
Time was running out at the last minute, and Edith forced everyone to stop, but Amy, Bell and others persisted in digging until the last ten seconds. Several people tore the scroll at the right time, and when the dizziness subsided, what they saw was not the dawn of victory, but the cave door that was about to be closed.
“What the hell!”
Amy screamed in panic, and Edith didn't have time to call people together. She raised her wand and released her best wind spell, sweeping everyone towards the remaining gap. The whistling wind made Edith unable to open her eyes. She could only shout "wait" based on her instinct, and finally stood firm on the ground with her foot brake.
It was quiet all around.
"Edith!"
The first thing that responded to her was an explosive scream of surprise.
Edith opened her eyes and looked back in surprise, only to see Hedda running towards her regardless of anyone who was blocking her way, and pounced on her like a bird.
Edith: “!!!”
Why is Heda here?
She glanced in Ursula's direction calmly, and Her Royal Highness the Princess nodded imperceptibly, confirming her guess.
......Has it come to the point where we have no choice but to ask Heda for help?
She patted him on the shoulder in a comforting way, feeling touched. Hedda sobbed and opened her mouth: "I thought you died a heroic death."
Edith: "...I don't think I need to use such a high-sounding word."
She let go of her hand, looked up at the unfriendly leader in front of her, and tilted her head in confusion, "Excuse me, is there any problem?"
Leader: “…No.”
Even though his teeth were about to break, he still maintained basic politeness on his face: "My classmate, when you just said wait, do you have any objection to the first place result?"
Edith: “?”
She said "wait" to the door that was about to close.
At this point, it was fine to understand it this way. She ignored Zebulun's inquiring gaze and opened the bag in her hand openly: "What is the current score for the first place?"
"That's a very high score." Before the leader and Zebulon himself could say anything, the onlookers spoke first.
Everyone is looking forward to her reaction.
Edith opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Is it 500 points?"
Zebulon: "......"
He can't accept this title.
Edith's "500" made his score seem less impressive. Zebulon was a little unhappy, but he still politely replied, "It's not that high, just 105 points."
"105 points is still useful." Fortunately, the envious voices of people around him quickly helped him regain his confidence. "It's true that the more capable people are, the more humble they are."
"If I had 105 points, I would definitely brag to the whole world."
"Don't say 105 points, I'll show off if I get 55 points."
There was no other way. There were so many and densely packed paths in the cave that most students were unable to get deep into it until the last day and could only wander around outside.
Most of the materials, monsters and herbs are hidden inside, so it would be good enough if you can come out with something.
"Student, did you get the same score as before?" The leader smiled approvingly at Zebulon again, and then made a little joke, which made many people around laugh.
"I am! Our group scored 16 points!"
"Our group scored 19 points, and we started at the same level as Your Highness!"
Edith laughed too. She shrugged, "We are not."
Zebulon's tense muscles relaxed.
Edith: "Our number starts with 2."
"Us too. Our group scored 28 points." A small team standing deep in the crowd started laughing, but suddenly realized that there was silence all around them.
"What, what happened?"
He stood on tiptoe and looked out, just in time to see Edith take out a third ingredient from the bag, followed by a fourth that was not repeated.
Boy: “…”
This is already more than 20 points! So what does the "starting with 2" mean?
Amy whistled excitedly.
He really enjoyed the reactions of the people present.
Ursula raised her eyebrows and looked at her brother's face, which was gradually turning pale. It took a lot of effort to hold back her laughter. She bit her lip and continued to look back at Edith.
The other party seemed unaware of the outside world's gaze and was still taking things out.
"Oh my god, are those the bones of the hollow bone beast?" Someone with sharp eyes and knowledge of the goods quickly recognized the material on the ground, "Isn't this kind of magical beast extinct? Where did they get it from?"
"This is not a cheat..."
"There are already ten different materials... the score is officially over 100." The person who had been counting quietly spoke timidly at this time. She looked at Zebulun's expression and shut up tactfully.
Fortunately, starting from the tenth item, Edith took out only duplicate herbs, which made everyone feel relieved.
Zebulon counted with a pale face, always keeping his eyes on the bag in Edith's hand, watching the thing gradually deflate, and relaxed a little.
What's that starting with 2... I just made it up to scare people. My current score is only 116. Although my loss is a foregone conclusion, at least I didn't lose too badly.
In other words, the rule that "new materials" count as 10 points is not fair in the first place, and it depends a lot on luck. Their team found so many places with strong herbs based on their experience, and they definitely won in terms of quantity, but there were more repetitions.
He just had a bit of luck.
Edith finally took out the last herb from the bag, and repeated it again. Zebulun silently recited the number in his mind and it was fixed at 117. He listened to the exclamations around him, which were not too volatile, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He planned to say a few words of praise to show his magnanimity. He took a step forward.
—Edith suddenly pulled another bag out of her cloak.
Zebulon's foot stopped in mid-air.
The scene fell silent again.
"More?" Someone whispered as Edith untied the rope, "But since the non-duplicate ones have been shown before, I guess all of them here are duplicates, right?"
"A duplicate copy is only one point, it's not worth much."
Edie untied the bag and tipped the contents over with a blank expression.
"brush--"
The sound made one feel as if one was on a farm during the harvest season, with bales of crispy yellow hay thrown onto the wagon, rubbing against each other and making an ear-tickling crackling sound.
But it wasn't the straw that broke Edith's back.
It was a dark mass, tightly packed with bitter grass.
The thing was pressed hard in a bag and was finally released. It stretched out its leaves instantly and piled up a small hill on the ground. The visual effect was quite amazing.
A thin piece of bitter grass was blown up by the wind, directly blown away from the mountainside, and staggered down the mountain.
"Something fell!" someone said anxiously.
Seeing Edith's team empty-handed, he was so anxious that he wished he could do it himself.
"It's okay. It doesn't matter." Tuttle, whose mind was wandering, was called back. He looked up listlessly and said, "Do we really need it?"
The one who answered him was Lynch's closed eyes.
Everyone was exhausted. They had just been digging herbs and had overdrawn their energy due to excitement. They were just forcing themselves to stand here.
This listless look has a different meaning in the eyes of others.
Why are these people so crazy!
"Don't give it to me!" A student deep in the crowd was heartbroken. "It's very costly for us!"
It's so hateful!
Edith was still falling.
The burlap bag was full of holes, and many leaves got stuck in it. She spent a lot of effort to shake out the contents. In the end, the bitter grass that fell to the ground piled up to her knees, and she couldn't count the number at a glance.
"It looks like it might start with three." Someone said weakly.
Zebulun had already taken a step forward and words of praise were on the tip of his tongue, but when he saw this almost overwhelming situation, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
He originally intended to boast that he was "much better than us." This exaggerated statement was bound to cause dissatisfaction among others, and they would naturally make up for him when the time came.
"It's just luck" "It doesn't deserve to be called 'much better'" "It's just luck"
Once these words were brought out, his ability would not be questioned, and he might even be given a title like "uncrowned king".
But the premise of all this is that the gap between the two teams is really not that big.
Edith's team now seemed to be close to 300 points. If he said something like "much better", others would just think he was right.
"...That's amazing. It seems you have found a gathering place for bittergrass." He could only speak dryly and tried to force a smile. "The students nowadays are really better than the last."
Edith nodded and accepted it calmly: "Thank you."
The assistant also finished counting the grass on the ground. The girl stood up and nodded to the leader: "289 points."
Finally, I still couldn't break through 300...
Edith sighed, "What a pity."
If the one just now hadn't run away, at least the number would be an integer.
She looked up at the speechless leader and raised her eyebrows: "So, our group is first?"
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