Mabel Magdeline is a natural elves with graceful words and grotesque behavior in her dreams. Seeing her skillful posture when she seeks help from the small human race of the oil rubber, I am afraid that their relationship is extraordinary... However, Sparrow Wine does not seem to want to give mysterious creatures outside the forest race a way to find them.

"I didn't even know this was a natural secret!" The apprentice tried to keep herself from lying. "Ms. Magdeline? She didn't want to teach me. In fact, she had never met me before. That's it."

"Didn't you come to the 'Seven Lamps' hut to make a wish?"

"In fact, I don't know much about the local legend. This is a complete coincidence. You have reason to believe me, Sparrow Wine, I am an apprentice, and I'm an intern in the Kingdom of Eastman for the first time." Of course, it was not his first time to come to Eastman, but the first few times were not for internships.

"Don't think I don't know. The apprentices of the Tower of Sky will basically not go so far."

This guy questioned carefully enough. "There are always exceptions in things. And this is my mentor's ring. Do you see the pattern on it? If there is no fog around, it can say hello to you."

Sparrow Wine was still half-believing and half-doubting about his explanation. "The fog here is indeed strange. Even in the glimmer forest, there shouldn't be water vapor now, let alone such a dark cloud-like fog." The little human race kicked away a big leaf. "You're not annoying Mabel and asked her to curse you, right?"

"I swear to Gaia and Heather-I didn't do that."

Uriel promised it again and again, and it barely believed it. Sparrow Wine shook her head. "Okay, I think her curse is not so boring. I believe you are not her enemy. As for where your natural secret comes from." It blinked his eyes, and when he saw his nervous expression, a cunning and arrogant smile appeared on his face. "Your little secret is hidden by yourself, I'm not interested."

It couldn't be better. Uriel quietly put down his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword and pretended that nothing happened. "Can we set off immediately?" He couldn't stand the tricks of the little human race.

Sparrow Wine approached him. "Of course. But can you walk faster and get me out of this annoying fog?"

"It's so strange." The apprentice had to explain truthfully, "No matter how fast he walked, it would always follow me. What can you do?"

"Maybe my magic will be useful. Yes, it's a natural secret. Are you willing to try it?" asked the Little Human.

The result must have been beyond its expectations. Uriel said seriously: "Please trouble you." He saw the sparrow wine catch the long hair on the side of his head again. Judging from its unconcealed expression, this action mostly means that the oil rubber villain is in a state of shock.

"How can you trust others so gullible?" it jumped up.

I thought you would be moved by being trusted, Uriel thought to himself. "There is a difference between being trustworthy and being sincere, Sparrow Wine. You are too suspicious."

"If I were not suspicious, I would have been no longer the ear of the forest." Sparrow Wine pointed out. Despite this, it still showed a satisfied expression for his trust. The apprentice squatted down as instructed and closed his eyes. He felt a cold, slippery claw pressing on his forehead.

It felt a bit like a drop of pine resin falling on his face, and Uriel couldn't help but move his eyelids. "Don't open your eyes." Sparrow Wine reminded.

"Do you want to recite the spell?" He wanted to hear it.

"Natural secret words also have different forms, not just through spells. Didn't your mentor tell you? Only wizards have extraordinary attachment to spells... and most of them are black wizards."

"Does the black wizard cast spells with the help of a spell?"

"That's the case. Do you understand the black witchcraft?"

"There's a little bit of hearing."

"Language is a very important medium that allows magic to flow. This insignificant help will play a big role when people try to master magic that exceeds their own mysteriousness." Sparrow Wine said as she retracted its small claws. "Okay."

At the same time, Uriel also felt the ripples of magic. He pulled out the blade and saw from the reflection that there was no change in his forehead. The curse appeared in his heart.

‘The wood hides in the forest, and the ice melts in the sea’

The magic effect was extraordinary. In an instant, the thick fog dissipated like a tide. Uriel touched his forehead and indeed made a sticky juice. He began to understand why the sparrow wines were called oil rubber little humans.

The sparrow wine jumped up the tree and cleared its throat and sang:

"Come on, Uriel, come with me."

"The girl you are looking for is running under the gaze of green leaves, and her whereabouts are passed down in the whispers of birds."

"Come on, come with me quickly, she's not far away."

When Mabel returned to the Seven-Lamped Cabin, Sylvia complained that she was too strong when she closed the door. Mr. Lock tightened in time and pulled her big mouth up.

The Elf Lady had no time to deal with their farce. She waved her long hair that was in the way back and penetrated straight into the door with a carved rose pattern.

"What's wrong with her?" Sylvia asked.

"Maybe it's her collection that had been fought." Mr. Lock replied indifferently. "Some magic plants always dislike each other when they are still seeds. Don't care about their master's things, Sylvia."

"I haven't seen her collection yet." Ms. Men's tone was inexplicable. "Is there any flowers I gave her?"

"Who knows. There is only one book that always runs out of the house."

"The rose is far inferior to my beauty's invitation, and should not be rewarded for fulfilling his wish. This human being is so hateful." Sylvia said angrily. "Who knows what flowers she likes?"

...

The pansy was not good-looking, and the dark purple stamen seemed to be smirking at her. Roma was startled and almost fell from the tree.

"I'm seeing the ghost." She murmured, and reached out to grop the root system along the flower stem. The pansy was firmly rooted on the branches, causing the bark around her to dry up and fall off. This thing was also a magic plant, and she began to realize that something was wrong. "Teacher!" She shouted and turned over and pinched the flower stem with one hand. "Run!"

A large number of leaves fell like rain. The wind walker who was watching from the night was suddenly swept away to the side as she shouted. With a bang, the tall fir that sheltered them from the wind and rain all night fell into the woods. The little lion's head rolled and crawled, but finally he didn't teach the trunk to pat on the ground.

The giant tree collapsed and raised dust that covered the sky, and the messy branches and leaves flew all over the sky. No matter how fast Yasukawa reacted, he couldn't help but be splashed with dirt. He coughed and got up, his pace was a little out of balance. "How about...Roma? Where are you? Are you okay?"

Roma was much better than him. "I'm here." She quickly jumped out of the fern leaves, with two marks drawn from the branches on her face. "I'm sorry."

"What did you do?"

"It's the face of a cat. I fell a seed last night, but it took root on the tree and bloomed overnight." In fact, it was she who threw the magic seeds around and made such a big noise, but Roma would not be stupid enough to admit it. "This is a flower seed given to me by a Mr. Gaota Druid. Normal pansies need to be carefully cultivated." She tried to clear her responsibility.

"So you think it burys itself and surprises you overnight?"

"The surprise is not enough...but the cat's face ate the tree." The little lion handed the flower to Yaskawa and signaled him how to punish him as he pleased.

Fengxing pushed her hand back. No matter how annoyed he wouldn't vent his anger on a flower. What's more, it wasn't the fault of the plant at all.

"This is not the pansy that conveys the message." Yasukawa told her the truth, "This is the magic of the druids 'Pale Wild'. Sprinkle a large amount of special pansy nourished by magic on the flesh and blood, and they will absorb all nutrients and grow on their own, and eventually spit out white mist when it blooms." He shook his head, "I have seen the fog on the battlefield. Yes, after the war between humans and forest races, these mists will linger. Haven't the person who gives you seeds said to deal with these things carefully?"

Roma was surprised. "I wasn't going to leave Bloomnott at that time! Not to mention what seeds I brought. How did it run into my pocket?"

"Have you heard of blessings?"

He thought I had learned very poorly in everything. "There are many blessings." Although she really couldn't remember several, she still pretended to be calm.

The instructor sighed. "After returning to the tower, be sure to complete the apprentice's knowledge." He frowned. "Forest Blessing is the profession of the druids, which can transform them into various animals. But this is only the simplest application. The truly sophisticated high-ring mysterious person can recognize the essence of this magic—Heather's blessing and recognition—and make it effective on others. Of course, only the casting object is the forest race."

"I can't become an animal." Except for becoming a lion, of course.

“The blessings of the druids can be any forest magic they can.” Wind Walker explained, “Those seeds are always around you because of the blessings, without taking the initiative.”

Roma finally understood why Mr. Ez gave her a pack of seeds. "The blessing he gave me was "the pale wilderness"?"

"That's it. It's very practical. If you encounter an uncoitable situation, the fog will at least help you escape." The instructor patiently explained. "However, the adventurers of similar professions I have met prefer to use it to destroy corpses."

"I never thought pansy could have such a bad use!"

"So for safety, you'd better not throw these deadly seeds around." Yasukawa patted her shoulder and dusted them off. "Don't let others know that you're carrying them. I probably understand why your druid elder didn't tell you. Every adventurer knows the use of these flowers, even if they are not forest races."

Yasukawa's meaning is very obvious, and even Roma can understand it. He said: It's time for you to make up for the lesson. The little lion head picked up the bow in depressed manner and stuffed the pansy into his pocket. "Or it's just a matter of serious business. When will my fire trial begin?"
Chapter completed!