Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Regarding Wilmer's magical talent, Hawley had only heard a little about it.

In his previous life, Wilmer, who was an undead knight, seemed to have rumors of "half a high-level magician".

But based on his combat experience, he has hardly seen the opponent use magic, and basically fights in the form of a sword.

Generally speaking, if there is a magician in the family, then the talent will be passed on with a high probability.Hawley couldn't figure out whether it was the influence of genes or other reasons, so it was attributed to blood for the time being.

It can be inferred from this that at least one of Wilmer's biological parents is an archmage and is extremely talented.

And... Holly frowned, realizing something important.

Generally, only high-level mages can tell the talent of the opponent's bloodline at a glance through direct contact.

He looked up in astonishment, and looked directly at the elf who was happily eating food in front of him: "Ms. Andrea, are you, a high-level mage?"

Andrea blinked her eyes lightly, and responded with a low "hmm".

Hawley was dumbfounded, in awe.

In this different world, he, an alien from space, is considered the rarest, and among the rare "species", the only high-level mage is the second.

One in a million characters, not to mention the proportion of people who awakened the magic blood.

Talent is part of it. If there is no acquired hard work, otherwise no matter how good the foundation is, it will be an intermediate level if it is exhausted.

This kind of drop rate happened to Holly today, and he beat his chest in his heart: there are no lottery tickets in another world, otherwise he would have to buy one right away.

Back to the topic.According to the previous life and the current situation, Wilmer's swordsmanship talent is also good, and even Bobby often praises it.

Like an intergenerational relative, Hawley was not treated so well before, and was beaten all the way by the old man.However, he is also very satisfied with the diligent and increasingly excellent little skull.

With the experience of leading troops in the previous life, coupled with the method he figured out, in this life, he can make Little Skull do more with less in swordsmanship.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't seem to cause too much conflict and impact on Wilmer's two-party training - with such a good magical talent, Hawley doesn't intend to give up easily, and try to grasp it with both hands.

After all, he still had to ask the child's opinion. He turned his head and patted Wilmer's shoulder with his callused hand: "Want to learn magic?"

The red eyes flashed brightly, but in the next second, Wilmer hesitated: "But I will only have dark elements."

Hawley understood his hesitation very well.

Where the magic came from, he didn't know.After all, it is used on people, so the final effect depends only on the person who uses magic.

Some make it a gift to help others; some make it a part of their lives and use it for their livelihood; some use it as a tool to wantonly hurt others...

As a result, the magic that needs to be used at the cost of flesh and blood and is anti-human and anti-race is explicitly prohibited by the Magic Association, and is called "forbidden magic" and "black magic".

But in the eyes of those who don't understand, the dark elements from the dark cave are passed down from mouth to mouth, confusing concepts, and linking "dark elements" and "black magic".

Even if a magician comes out to clarify, in the eyes of ordinary people with a large base, it is difficult to separate the two even if they don't say it now.

"Since you have it, why don't you use it?" Hawley said, "You don't have to care about other people's eyes. If you use magic in the right place and don't hurt others, you will do nothing wrong."

"I'm worried that something will happen, it's not because I'm still covered by my light element."

Wilmer stared at Holly, taking the other party's swearing expression into his eyes.Eyes that were as dark as a sea of ​​blood could only fit the person in front of her.

"I want to learn." His lips trembled slightly.

"Okay!" Holly smiled, and patted Wilmer on the shoulder heavily, "I will find a teacher for you in a few days."

A thought flashed across his mind, and he suppressed it for the time being.

Andrea hardly raised her eyes, and ate food quietly by herself, like a spectator.

After all, her father spent many years in the fields. When she was young, whenever she had the opportunity, she would follow her father to the mountains next to the deep valley in the southern border to identify many plants and trees.

She recognized the black flowers on the fork just now, they are called rotten flowers, and she has no objection to the miracles that grow on rotten trees.

"All things are born of nature." My father often said, "God created nature and gave life to these creatures. We enjoy the gifts, so we have no right to criticize the existence of these natural things."

"Unless it affects other vegetation in a big way, stigmatizing them without authorization is also a kind of blasphemy against them. The result of indiscriminate killing and indiscriminate hunting is God's punishment for our stupidity and arrogance."

Nianhua Tavern, or that black-haired boy, can use rotten flowers to cook, and even got "fungus fungus" from nowhere-this very vivid and pleasant name really surprised her.

But what is this thing?

It seems that the watercress has bloomed, and a thin and long stem grows.The current golden color is about after it was made.

The long stem is somewhat transparent, and it is very crisp in the mouth, wrapped in a sweet and sour golden brown sauce, and has a special smell, which is full of fragrance.

She specifically bit off the bean-like part. After chewing carefully, there was no bean flavor at all, but she was very sure that it was a bean.

"What is this made of?" Andrea picked up a long section that was as thin as a fork tip with a fork.

Holly didn't hide anything, and said bluntly, "Bean sprouts."

"A product of the Lost Island?"

"That's not true. The bean sprouts are grown by myself."

Andrea looked at him suspiciously, but she couldn't see the young man on the other side of the table, with a pair of green eyes containing a little bit of nervousness or guilt.

"Do you want to come and see?" Hawley sent out a sincere invitation, and his thoughts began to crackle.

Without much hesitation, Andrea directly agreed.But Hawley didn't go directly. On the one hand, he had to wait for the diners to finish their meals, and on the other hand, he still had something to ask.

"Ms. Andrea, I have a question to ask you. Tentacle wattle, I remember that it is compatible with earth elements and repels gold elements, isn't it?"

Nodding her head, Andrea gave an affirmative answer: "Well, you are right."

She added: "My elemental magic is earth."

After finishing speaking, Andrea stuck out her index finger and pointed in the air—the soil surface of a pot of green plants was shaking slightly in the corner of the room.

"I believe in you." Hawley responded with an afterthought, but the expression on his face was more sincere.

"I want to ask you about the accident in the Demon Plant Forest that day. I don't think the rampage of the tentacle thorns was accidental. Did you see any abnormal situations or strange people appearing when you passed by?"

Andrea lowered her eyes in thought, recalled for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Although I don't think it was an accident, I really didn't see any trace."

"Could it be that someone ambushed in advance?" Wilmer asked, "Find the marked road on our way back."

Holly frowned thoughtfully.

If someone knows their whereabouts, follows them secretly, or looks for the place where they marked, it may be a trap set in advance.

The way of time bomb, no matter in terms of physics or magic, cannot achieve this level for the time being.

When setting up traps, pick some hidden corners that are prone to haunt tentacles and thorns, and then bury things with gold elements in advance.

The "beast trap" clipped, angering the tentacle Vitex.Borrowing a knife to kill, and finally catching a bigger prey.

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense.

Andrea didn't know who was trying to harm them, but Holly knew it very well.

Blame him for being too high-profile when he travels, unintentionally attracting the attention of many people, which will naturally let the mad dog smell the opportunity to bite.

Those who really want to kill you will never let go of any chance.

"Truman"... Hawley repeated the man's name in his mind again.

"Pray that you are not the same person as the 'Truman' in your previous life, otherwise you risk getting rabies and tearing you apart."

Donovan's protection is not omnipotent, at least the accident last time was a corner that the surveillance cameras couldn't see.

Reflecting and thinking, Hawley took Wilmer and bowed solemnly to Andrea.Afterwards, he exited the box without disturbing the high-level elf mage any more.

Arriving at the appointed place, Andrea looked around at the surrounding furnishings.

She could smell the faint fragrance of potted plants, and the smell of a square inch pool of water in the backyard.There are several river fishes in it, fat and cheerful.

The aroma of various wines lingered on the tip of her nose, and after the grains were crushed, it was refreshing.

Just by the smell, she almost thought that she had returned to the deep valley in the south.

"Ms. Andrea." Holly stepped forward to greet her personally, "Please follow me."

The black-haired boy led her into a hut, where there was a boy of dark elf half blood, holding a bamboo basin.

They were more inseparable than twins, Andrea thought.

The basin was covered with a layer of dark cloth, and a half-blood undead named Wilmer was pouring water on it.

"It contains bean sprouts from the third day." Holly introduced, "After sprouting, the bean sprouts must be shaded and kept watered, otherwise the bean sprouts will become bitter."

He took Andrea to a corner, where many hollowed-out bamboo pots were filled with soybeans.Andrea observed that there was water under the beans.

"Plant without water?" Andrea looked surprised.

"No, bean sprouts can be grown without soil."

Holly told her: "The cultivation of bean sprouts is actually very simple. If you have spare time, you can try it."

"The key is to control temperature and water..."

Andrea's expression has undergone several changes: doubt, half-belief, surprise, and now seriousness.

If there is no real thing in front of her eyes, she cannot believe that a plant can be cultivated without any magic.

Moreover, from one raw material, another seemingly irrelevant, but actually quite related thing is born.

From one day to five days, there are living examples of every kind of change of bean sprouts.

She knelt down on one knee, staring at a pot of soybeans going through the germination stage by the wall, thinking.

After a long while, she slowly said: "Listen to what you said just now, if the temperature and water temperature are suitable, you can also plant bean sprouts in winter?"

"Yes." Holly stood with his hands behind his back, and he answered seriously with a smile on his face.

Andrea came back to her senses, her gaze became sharp in an instant.Just in a half-squatting position, looking up at the young man, his whole body is imposing but not short.

"Is this the new planting method of Lost Island?"

"You may not believe it, ma'am, but it was actually made by me. As for who created the source, I don't know very well."

Hawley once again used his dreams and life experience to confuse the aborigines in another world who didn't know the truth.

"...Do you know what this means?" After listening to the explanation, Andrea murmured in a daze.

This means that there will be a fresh vegetable in winter.The completely soilless cultivation method makes it unnecessary to be frozen to death by the soil eroded by severe cold.

People don't have to worry, the vegetables stored in autumn will not survive the cold winter and rot.

Cheap and easy to grow, will benefit all races.

"It's a coincidence, today is the first time I've shown it in front of everyone."

Holly's voice sounded above her head, and Andrea suddenly realized that this boy had told her the method of growing bean sprouts without reservation.

The high-level elf mage seldom took the initiative to speak after that, until Holly and Wilmer sent her to the back door.

"You are very talented, so you need to find a stronger mentor. You can't waste any chance of your talent. Alas, where can I find it on the Lost Island?" Like chatting, Holly sighed and worried, threatening his side Elmer sighed.

Andrea's footsteps faltered, and she happened to step on a stone, and the soles of her boots, the stone, and the ground made some frictional noises.

"What's the matter, Ms. Andrea?" Hawley asked suspiciously, and Wilmer couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Andrea's robe was turned back, she turned sideways, and raised her chin slightly.

"...I plan to live on the Lost Island for a while."

"You are very welcome, ma'am!" Hawley's tone was pleasantly surprised. He handled it very well without any exaggeration. "Nianhua Tavern welcomes you as a regular guest!"

"I would also like to ask you, if you are happy to eat, or if you have nothing important to do and you have plenty of time...can I trouble you to give me some pointers on my brother's magic?"

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This chapter is also called "Master of Empty Gloves".