Chapter 43 Large Grains of Quartz Sand He believed in the Flower Fairy!
Flower fairy slave? She refined the magical materials successfully in one go?
To Peng Peng'an, it was as if a lowly slave, as insignificant as a mosquito, could possess magical talent, and even exceptional magical talent at that. It was like a table that was usually used to put things on suddenly starting to talk.
Thinking about how she had refined it eight times before finally succeeding on the last attempt, Shu Xin couldn't help but fall silent—the difference was just too great!
When Shu Xin instructed Peng Peng An to arrange for the flower fairy slaves to go to the magic workshop to refine magic materials every day, she had already anticipated this.
In her view, all flower fairies, whether slaves, commoners, nobles, or even royal flower fairies, are all river spirits and are essentially no different. Therefore, it makes no sense that commoners and nobles would possess magical talents, but slaves would not. The reason they cannot cast spells is simply because they lack magical power.
However, Shu Xin didn't have high hopes. After all, the flower fairy slaves didn't have much time to eat their fill, and even if they could accumulate some magic power, it probably wouldn't be much. Not to mention that none of the servants in the Land of Sin had any talent for refining magic, so it was normal for the slaves to have no talent for it either.
The idea of having all the flower fairy slaves try it out was partly a desperate measure. After the servants brought in family members with relevant magical talents, the matter should have been stopped. Even the cheapest magical materials would cost a lot of Leaf Coins to buy. Shu Xin was simply too busy to remember. If Peng Peng An hadn't brought it up today, she probably wouldn't have remembered it.
Although she didn't know how many magical materials had been wasted, on a brighter note, her guess had been proven correct: the flower fairy slave did indeed possess magical talent, and even had outstanding talent that was in no way inferior to that of commoners and nobles!
Shu Xin cast a healing and restorative spell on the distraught red-haired flower fairy: "Are you feeling better, Peng Peng An?"
A warm current, bringing comfort, flowed through his limbs and bones, and his dazed mind gradually cleared. Peng Peng'an finally came to his senses, and the next second he was thrown away from Shu Xin's palm as if he had been electrocuted: "Your Highness, I am very sorry for my rudeness. Please forgive me. I did not mean to do it!"
Shu Xin chuckled: "You look much more energetic now. Alright, take me to see the magic workshop."
Outside the round, pointed-roofed little white house, Shu Xin once again cast a shrinking spell on herself. Passing through the equally round little door, she immediately saw the glittering quartz sand on the refining table. Only after a second glance did she notice the flower fairy slave next to the quartz sand—he was not even as big as the quartz sand she had refined!
The flower fairy slave standing next to the quartz sand had a pair of warm and bright orange-red eyes. He looked very restrained, blinking nervously, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.
Seeing the clean and bright-eyed flower fairy slaves now, and thinking back to their pitiful, gray and gloomy appearance before, Shu Xin felt a sense of accomplishment. It seems that her hard work has been very effective!
The flower fairy slave also saw Shu Xin fly into the magic workshop. Her six pairs of light and transparent wings shimmered, showing her noble status. The flower fairy slave was stunned. He thought he should pay his respects, but he didn't know how. In his panic, he hid himself behind a large piece of quartz sand. At least, at least that way he wouldn't offend the flower fairy's eyes.
Shu Xin was stunned for a moment, and before she could say anything, Peng Peng An flew over and took away the refined quartz sand. The poor flower fairy slave stood there blankly, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet. Finally, he slowly lay down.
Looking at the flower fairy slave lying face down on the refining platform, not daring to move, and then at the red-haired flower fairy flying over with quartz sand as if presenting a treasure, Shu Xin reasonably suspected that Peng Peng An was doing it on purpose—he probably still couldn't accept the truth.
Shu Xin could understand. Considering that Peng Peng An hadn't done anything extra, Shu Xin pretended not to see anything and reached out to take the quartz sand that Peng Peng An handed over with both hands.
This grain of quartz was several times larger and far more transparent than the one Shu Xin had refined. It was worlds apart. Shu Xin truly felt that professional tasks really should be done by professionals...
Shu Xin told the flower fairy slave to get up, but he only dared to raise his head. Afraid of frightening him again, Shu Xin did not ask him to stand up.
Shu Xin inquired and learned that the other person's name was An Anka.
Shu Xin was once again convinced that all the flower fairies were river spirits. She was well aware of slavery; real slaves were nameless and surnameless, and even if they had names, they were just randomly chosen and called. Flower fairies didn't have surnames, only names, yet the names of flower fairy slaves were no different from those of commoners, nobles, or even flower fairies. This already explained something.
Shu Xin praised An Anka earnestly and gave instructions to Peng Peng An. In addition to providing An Anka with two servings of bone broth a day, she also provided him with mutton soup as a reward. She also gave him a cloak made from the leaves of the magic tree and allowed him to make a wish on the magic tree. He could wear the cloak until the magic tree gave him clothes.
Ananka lay there blankly, head tilted back, as a deep yellow cloak with intricate and beautiful leaf patterns gently and softly draped over her.
When the nobleman summoned him to the magic workshop, Ananka was actually quite uneasy. He was worried that the red-haired nobleman would recognize Anana, who had previously disobeyed him, and that the nobleman would be able to sense his previous intention to attack her.
After flying into the magic workshop with trepidation, Ananka was ordered to refine magical materials at the refining table. He didn't know what was wrong with this nobleman, who actually wanted a slave to refine magical materials. Slaves had no magical talent!
But Ananka dared not refuse. He moved a piece of ore and threw it into the refining table as instructed. He had no idea what was happening. When the refining magic circle lit up, he only felt his heart beating faster. After the magical light dissipated, a shining crystal appeared in the refining table.
The red-haired nobleman seemed even more shocked than him, glancing repeatedly at Ananka and then at the crystal, before finally flying away, sometimes high and sometimes low.
Do flower fairy slaves also possess magical talent? An Anka didn't know, and he had no idea that this glittering crystal could bring him a reward from the Flower Fairy, a reward so generous it was unimaginable—he could have two servings of bone broth a day, and he could even drink mutton soup! He even received an incredibly magnificent cloak!
He had overheard the servants of the Flower Castle discussing mutton soup, which contained rock salt and sweet powder, along with chunks of mutton and cartilage—rich, fragrant, and incredibly delicious. Ananna was extremely envious at the time—he could now make such a delicious and fragrant mutton soup for his sister! Ananna would never again fall ill with a fever due to loss of appetite!
The Flower Fairy didn't stay in the magic workshop for long. She whispered a few words to the red-haired nobleman and then left.
After being forced to wear a yellow cloak by the red-haired nobleman, An Anka was taken to the wheat field where the flower fairy slaves lived. The red-haired nobleman loudly announced that anyone like An Anka, who was willing to use their talents for the flower fairy and work hard for a year, could obtain the status of a free citizen!
In front of countless flower fairy slaves, and under the gaze of the flower fairy commoners not far away, Ananka involuntarily straightened his back. Even though tears blurred his vision, he still raised his head high. No flower fairy slave had ever possessed magical talent, nor had any flower fairy slave ever turned back into a commoner, but he believed in the Flower Fairy!
Ananna is right, the Flower Fairy is different, the Flower Fairy will definitely save everyone!
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