Chapter 238 237. Druid
The makeshift campfire crackled, and the jumping flames illuminated four satisfied faces as they shared the fattest and juiciest part of the wild boar, with fat dripping and the aroma filling the air.
While chewing, Valar couldn't help but look towards Sirion beside him.
After a frank conversation, Vera had to admit that the other person was a man.
He pondered secretly: How could I have preconceived that she was a woman when her flat chest was so obviously visible?
Is it the voice that flows like a clear spring?
Or is it the face that is so exquisite that it blurs the boundaries between genders?
Vera thought helplessly that even if she had to do it again, she would probably still admit her mistake...
Although few elves would stay in the United Kingdom for a long time, as there were too many things in the human world that the elves did not like, the half-elf Vera had seen a few of them.
Although they were all very handsome, none of them was as beautiful as Xilian.
"Xi'erian!" Feiling was eating with oil dripping from his mouth. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked curiously, "I heard that elves can make barren land grow wheat and dead trees bear fruit, so there will never be a shortage of food. Is that true?"
Xilian was concentrating on the barbecue in his hand. Hearing this, he quickly chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed them. He almost choked: "Ahem... What kind of legend is that? It's too exaggerated!"
"But you do have a lot of food!" Feiling insisted.
The elf thought for a moment, his eyes sweeping across a fruit tree beside the camp whose leaves had turned slightly yellow.
"Seeing is believing." He stood up and walked under the tree.
Xilian clasped his hands in front of his chest in a devout prayer posture and closed his eyes.
A low, ancient-rhythmic Elvish language flowed from his lips, like a whisper in the woods.
As he chanted, tiny dots of emerald green magic light emerged from his palms, at first like fireflies, and then gathered into a soft emerald light, which wrapped around his slender fingers like a living thing, and then floated towards the fruit tree in strands.
Fourth-level natural magic - Symphony of Abundance.
Vera didn't understand the lyrics, but she felt that the song was ethereal and pure, like the sunshine in the early morning and the drizzle in the evening, cleansing the soul and bringing a strange peace.
Feiyin on the side opened her eyes wide and stared at Xirian without blinking. She felt very novel about this way of casting spells, which was to guide the magic power through chanting instead of constructing spells with the magic nodes she was familiar with.
The singing gradually faded, a magical halo seeped into the tree trunk, and a miracle happened!
The fruit trees were now full of heavy, ripe fruits, weighing down the branches so much that they drooped slightly.
"It's amazing!" Fei Ling exclaimed, and like a nimble squirrel, she jumped up the tree trunk in three or two steps, picked the largest and reddest fruit, and took a big bite.
The sweet juice overflowed instantly.
"So sweet! Perfectly ripe!" she shouted incoherently, and picked a few more and threw them to her friends under the tree.
Vera took the fruit, took a bite and couldn't help asking, "Isn't this just making a dead tree bear fruit? Why do you say it's an exaggeration?"
"Take a closer look at the tree itself," Sirion reminded calmly.
Upon hearing this, several people shifted their gazes from the tempting fruits to the branches and leaves that supported them.
The leaves that had just turned yellow at the edges had now completely withered and even started to fall. The entire tree seemed to have lost all its vitality in an instant. Except for the fruits produced by magic, it had already begun to wither prematurely.
Xilian's voice was solemn: "Natural magic is not created out of thin air. This 'Song of Abundance' simply catalyzes the vitality, nutrients, and magic hidden deep in the tree itself into the fruit before our eyes by overdrawing the future."
"Even this is amazing!" Fei Ling slid down from the tree. "The elves live in the forest. With this catalysis, no wonder there is plenty of food."
Xilian shook his head slowly, looking past the tree that withered prematurely and towards the east: "No, in the forest of the elves, we almost never use this kind of magic easily. Not only will it damage the roots of the plants, making it difficult for them to bear fruit next year, but more importantly..."
He paused and showed the inside of the fruit in his hand to the others. There were no seeds inside.
“These fruits are sweet and delicious, but they have lost the ability to give birth to new life. They cannot continue the cycle of life. If they are abused recklessly, it may seem like a short-term harvest, but in fact it is an overdraft of the future, which will eventually lead to the weeping of the forest and the imbalance of the ecology.”
The twins listened attentively. This was the first time they understood so clearly the awe a druid had for nature.
Vera said happily: "I see! Although we can't use too much, everyone in the camp will be very happy to eat these fresh fruits!"
As he said this, he called to Fei Ling: "Come, pick all the fruits and pack them up!"
After packing the fruit and the remaining pork, they headed down the mountain.
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As dusk fell, the wooden fence gate of the camp came into view, and the noisy voices and campfire smoke from inside were mixed with a hint of dullness.
The two guards on duty at the door were originally leaning on their spears, huddled behind a simple windshield with tired looks, but they perked up after seeing the light of illumination in the distance.
"Vera?" One of the guards recognized the leader and spoke with surprise. He then fixed his eyes on the wild boar on Vera's back. "You actually went into the mountains? And you killed a wild boar! We thought you went to Norwed as well!"
He didn't say much, just gestured to Fei Ling, who immediately took out two plump fruits from the bulging cloth bag and threw them accurately at the guard.
"Next! There are fruits!" Fei Ling's voice contained a hint of pride.
"Is there any trouble in the camp?" Vera asked.
The guard who recognized Vera earlier took a big bite of the fruit in his hand, and the sweet juice instantly filled his mouth.
He swallowed it almost greedily, then moved closer to Vera and said with a little worry, "There's no chaos yet, but... dozens of refugees came in today, saying they were from the same village in the south. In order to accommodate them, a lot of food was allocated... Now many people have begun to complain that the porridge is thinner than a few days ago. I don't know if the higher-ups can do anything about it."
"well……"
After saying goodbye to the guards, Vera and his group carried their harvest to the camp kitchen.
Along the way, countless pairs of eyes shone through the gaps in the crude tents and from the shadows beside the campfire, glued to the wild boar on Vera's back.
There was naked desire in those eyes, but in the end they managed to maintain restraint.
Fei Ling couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, with a hint of unwillingness: "Isn't there anything that can be ripened by magic without worrying about the consequences?"
Her words aroused Valar's thoughts. He did not stop, but cast his eyes on the elf Sirion beside him. After pondering for a few seconds, he spoke with a hint of uncertainty: "Sirion... Can your 'Song of Abundance' be used on mushrooms?"
(End of this chapter)
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