Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After all the elders inspected it, Derrick volunteered to be the first to taste it.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and followed the instructions of the man in the picture shown to him by Mr. Fool. He opened several lunch boxes one after another and took out a bottle of something called rum. After uncorking the bottle, he opened the golden Pour the wine into a glass.

The slightly pungent smell of alcohol instantly filled the entire room. He was stunned for a moment and looked at the chief at a loss.

Chief Colin felt it for a while and did not notice any negative effects of the smell. He then looked at Elder Lovia who was best at flesh and blood magic.

Lovia shook her head slightly, and then spoke in a staccato voice as if she was considering her words:

"No problem, but don't drink too much. This is a bit like the wine in the records. Drinking too much will make you 'drunk'."

After receiving the affirmation from the Chief and Elder Lovia, Derrick relaxed completely. He did not expect that this thing called rum would have such a strange taste, completely different from the normal food he imagined.

He picked up the cup filled with golden wine and took a long sip.

"Ahem!" The irritating taste and feeling in his mouth made him cough. Most of the wine was swallowed by him, and a small part was coughed out.

His expression was slightly distorted, and the irritating feeling in his mouth went straight to his brain. Under the worried eyes of everyone, he said in a hoarse voice:

"The taste is so strange, it irritates the throat and brain. After a while, there is a strange sweet feeling in the mouth."

Derrick struggled with the wording. In his daily language, there was no word or expression for "Hui Gan".

After the taste in his mouth calmed down, he tried other foods.

He could only judge what animals some relatively intact ingredients came from through his own knowledge in general textbooks.

Although the man in the explanation screen had introduced it, many of the words he heard were spliced ​​together, and there were many types of meals prepared by Renekton and Klein, and he only remembered a small part of them.

Is this a fish? This should be the meat left from birds. I don’t know what kind of animals they are. The remaining green and yellow ones are vegetables?

He first tried a bite of grilled fish. Although the dishes were almost cold due to too much tossing, the rich and colorful taste still stunned him for a moment. This was a delicacy he had never tasted before.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in Silver City, he quickly finished all the food he opened, and glanced at the remaining food with some unfinished thoughts.

No, I can't eat them all by myself.

After warning himself in his mind, he stood up from the ground. After recalling the taste of the food just now, he couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth and said:

"Chief, there is nothing wrong with these foods, and they are very delicious."

Derrick searched his guts and could only think of the word "delicious" as an adjective.

Colin nodded slightly, and then focused on the remaining meals.

"Let me try it too."

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps out of caution, Lovia proposed the idea of ​​trying it again.

The rest of the people had no objection, and then Lovia followed Derrick's previous actions and opened a few lunch boxes at will.

Like Derrick, she was stunned for a moment, then speeded up her swallowing movements

On the Golden Dream, Renekton was writing a letter to Prak Eggers of the Spiritual Order.

When the other party left Backlund, he expressed his desire to lead some members to break away from the Spiritual Religion and devote themselves to developing the economy of the Southern Continent and getting rid of the colonial status.

A Sequence Three ferryman, if I can get his help, then I think it will be much smoother to establish a new belief system in the Southern Continent.

Renekton, who was thinking, suddenly saw a lot of gray-white mist emerging around him. In the mist, there were deep red rays of light. These rays condensed the appearance of Derrick, the little sun, praying:

"Dear Mr. Fool, please help me tell Mr. White Tower that I agree to the transaction with him. In addition to the food in exchange for the Druid formula, if we still need it, can we exchange it for extraordinary materials and other things?"

Ha. There is a stable channel for obtaining materials. Renekton sighed in his heart.

Then he heard Derrick the Little Sun begin to describe the druid's potion formula:

"Main materials: the heart of the Silver War Bear, a copy of the complete characteristics of the Spirit of the Lake;

Auxiliary materials: 20 ml of golden Sunia spring water, 10 ml of crown jellyfish toxin, a golden crown sunflower, a pair of silver-white war bear eyes;

Ritual: Master the living habits and physical structure of various ordinary animals and three extraordinary creatures. "

Renekton wrote down all the druid's recipes, and then prayed to the Fool to tell him that he agreed to trade food with the Silver City.

He will then summon his own book messenger, wait for it to finish praising the God of Knowledge, write the druid's potion formula on it, and then throw it into the spirit world.

After sorting out his thoughts for a while, he picked up the pen again and continued to write the letter to Plaque Eggers:

Dear Mr. Plunk, hello!

I'm sorry for not replying to you for so long. A lot of things happened in Backlund some time ago. I think even you in the Southern Continent should have heard about it.

I met the Mr. Azik mentioned in your last letter during the smog incident. His condition didn't look very good and he had forgotten many memories about the past, but he is gradually recovering them.

I also recently left Backlund and am currently drifting at sea. Maybe I will go to the Southern Continent in a while.

I don’t know how your plan to develop the Southern Continent’s economy is going. If you don’t exclude the dissemination and popularization of knowledge, I think we will have many common languages.

I don’t know what you think about the problem of the colonists in the southern continent.

Your friend, Al Tynes.

After folding the letter, Renekton simply arranged a ritual to summon the messenger belonging to Pluck Eggers.

The messenger, who looked like a wriggling waterweed with arms and legs, quickly appeared. Those waterweed-like tentacles quickly twisted and twisted, forming a female figure with long hair hanging loose and a fluffy long skirt.

After it raised its skirt and saluted Renekton, a crack opened between its chest and abdomen. An arm as pale as a corpse stretched out and took the letter from Renekton's hand.

The messenger lady turned into a wriggling waterweed again, and her figure quickly disappeared into the spiritual world.

Watching the messenger lady leave, Renekton looked far away for a moment, then returned to normal and whispered like a whisper:

"I don't know if that Prak Eggers has the idea of ​​unifying the Southern Continent. I guess he doesn't. Let's leave this matter of establishing a country to the Black Emperor."

The Wild Sea, on board the White Onyx.

Klein, who transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, quietly glanced at Daniz who was chattering in front of him. His eyes looked around the room, and finally landed on his leather suitcase, and then moved towards He raised his chin in that direction: