Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

"You mean, when two plants are spliced ​​together, they can merge into one and form a new life?"

"Yes."

Hawley looked at Andrea's gaze: he was puzzled, and he shrugged helplessly.

Andrea opened and closed her mouth, but in the end she couldn't say anything.Hawley felt that the other party might want to ask if his head had been grafted by someone else.

But soon, after the bean sprouts incident, even though Andrea couldn't accept it for the first time, she still held her temper and calmed down; trying to follow Holly's train of thought and think about whether such a possibility really existed.

She pondered for a while and said, "I once heard that a doctor made an experiment on a wounded soldier who was about to die."

"Because of the serious injury of the wounded soldier, a layer of skin on the forearm was torn off. The doctor took the skin from the wounded soldier's thigh on a whim, and then used the thigh skin to sew off the forearm according to the condition and size of the wound. The missing piece."

Hawley was a little surprised that the experiment of skin grafting appeared so early.However, according to today's medical technology and disinfection capabilities...he followed the conversation and asked, "What happened next?"

"The wounded soldier is still dead." Andrea answered directly.

Sure enough, Hawley thought, [-]% of the deaths were from wound infections.Coupled with the original injury, it wouldn't last long.

"However, in the process of experimentation, the doctor discovered that the possibility of embezzling and suturing the skin exists. Later, someone also tried to connect limbs such as legs and arms to severed limbs, and without exception, all of them failed.

"The 'grafting' you mentioned should use a form similar to this, but replace the body with a plant?"

Andrea squatted on the ground, staring at the severed tree stump in front of her.Everyone in the elves does not believe that everything has a soul, and the idea of ​​grafting alone does not seem to be whimsical.

"That's right, Miss Andrea." Holly responded affirmatively with a smile in his eyes.

He appreciates the agile mind of the elf in front of him—at least when dealing with unfamiliar ideas and things, he did not veto them first, but chose to diverge his thinking, imagine and associate.

Initially tested the acceptance of grafting by the elves engaged in farming. Now that the acceptance is good, he doesn't have to worry too much.

"Just imagine, Miss Andrea. There must be many varieties of flowers and melons in the southern valley. Correspondingly, there will be uneven production levels."

"Give me an example." Holly raised a scion in his hand, gestured the distance with his fingertips, and then carefully cut off the bud piece to reveal the cross section.

"For example, the plum buds in my hands - on Lost Island, although they taste good, they don't grow as much as peaches. If they are specially cultivated by fruit farmers, the yield cannot be guaranteed, and they are prone to disease and insect damage."

With that, Hawley turned to a peach tree rootstock.In order to facilitate the demonstration, he directly cut off a branch and drew a T-shaped opening on the surface.

"What if you combine the two? Put the plum buds into the peach tree. In short, let the peach tree support it."

Andrea was dumbfounded, shocked by this unique way of thinking, and couldn't digest it for a while.

Holly bent his eyes and smiled, giving the other party some time to relax.

"Anyway, the peach tree bears a lot of fruit, and it has enough nutrients and abilities. Why not do it?"

"..." Andrea stared blankly, watching Holly stuff the buds into the bark of the peach branch.

"Idea is one aspect. In actual operation, you need to face many problems." Holly's words made her calm down a lot.

"Using what you said before, make an analogy to the attempt of skin grafting on the wounded soldier-the skin was indeed taken from him, and if it is to be fused, the assistance of the doctor must be indispensable: suturing.

"If the sutures are not strong and tight, then there is no way to connect the skin to the flesh at all."

"In addition to sutures, there are subsequent wound infections." Andrea added with a slight frown.

"You're right. Miss Andrea, you must be very clear, no matter whether it is a human or a plant, the problem that is most likely to cause and accelerate wound ulceration comes from where?"

"……water."

After speaking, Andrea was enlightened: the "wounds" when grafting plants must not touch the rain, otherwise the rain will soak them, and finally the success will fall short.

She slowly shifted her gaze to Holly again.

"Have you been troubled by this problem for a long time? Otherwise, you should have put the finished product in front of me at this moment, instead of talking so much with me."

Hawley rolled his eyes guilty, cleared his throat, and nodded in acknowledgment.

"I haven't been able to discover the material that can really prevent rainwater. The valley in the south is fertile and rich in materials... This is a well-known fact. I thought, I will tell you the idea and method of grafting directly, maybe it can be discovered by the elves Solution."

The young man's frankness made Andrea feel her throat choke. After getting along for a long time, she let go a lot. At this time, she gave Holly a slightly contemptuous look.

"Of course, I'm just offering an unconstrained idea. To talk about the practice, you have to rely on a master who is proficient in planting like you."

"Master" is the lofty admiration given by another world to a person in a certain field.Sure enough, as soon as the words came out, Andrea's expression eased a lot.

She had a long discussion with Hawley about the many problems and impacts of grafting.

Talking about dry mouth, Hawley passed two glasses of pineapple passion fruit juice.

The fruity aroma of pineapples reminded Andrea of ​​the midsummer in the South Valley.There are luxuriant branches and leaves, evergreen all year round, and the fragrance of fruits and flowers is everywhere.

The sweet and sour taste of passion fruit reminded her of the little princess in the palace.Princess Meimi, her best friend, is like a passion fruit, the seeds of which are condensed with sweet and sour.

She put the pineapple pulp in her mouth, her light and cold lake blue eyes were slightly soft.

In a few years, with the assistance and recuperation of magic wine, her magic power, which was almost dry, has been restored to its original state.

After her talented apprentice left, it was time for her to set off for her hometown.

It's just that she never expected that before leaving, Holly would specially prepare such a big gift for her.

They enjoy the shade under the fruit trees, close to the autumn sun, but it has not been so scorching for a long time.The breeze is blowing, and the fragrance of the fruit tree soil overflows the whole body, which is very pleasant.

Andre sat on the wicker chair with the fruit juice in her hand, watching the familiar black-haired young man busy under the grapevine.

Her eyes stopped, but her thoughts went back to a few days ago.

……

"...Have you really thought it through?"

"Yes, Master."

A boy with light blonde curly hair, with a high ponytail.Kneeling on one knee at this moment, the sweat-soaked shirt was attached to his increasingly muscular body lines.

Andrea couldn't tell what mood she was in, it seemed like a torrential rain was pouring, and a hurricane was blowing towards the edge of the cliff: while his thin, young apprentice was teetering on the cliff.

"Please eliminate my blood life span, please."

Wilmer's spine was straight, like a firm figure on the edge of a cliff.

——“I am willing to fall.”

This is what Andrea heard, the apprentice's answer.

The wind and rain swept over his whole body, and he was covered in a mess, but he still had a smile on his face.Just like kneeling on the ground now, in the midst of pleading, happiness is everywhere.

What's under the cliff?

"For him, is it worth it?" Andrea said.

"It's worth it. I just want to be by his side all the time. The only regret is that I can't share my life span." Wilmer said.

——Under the cliff is a soft cloud, which is nostalgic.

The Elves, they say, are hard of heart, and as indifferent as their pride.

Andrea really couldn't understand Wilmer's behavior.

Giving up the blood life that others dream of, which can last forever, is for a human whose life span seems to be short-lived.

With such determination, Andrea couldn't say that he didn't know good from bad.

But after all, it is an apprentice who has been trained and shaped by himself, and it is impossible to not pour any feelings.

What if you disagree?Even if she refuses today and turns around to leave, according to the temperament of the apprentice, he will definitely look for other elves who can dissolve the life of the blood someday in the future.

She was not afraid that Wilmer would find someone else, but she was afraid that he would fall into the wrong hands.

Andrea took a deep breath, and touched Wilmer's brow with her bony index finger.

"You are still young, so hasty..."

"Master." Wilmer raised his head slightly, with a resolute and joyful smile on his lips, "Thank you for your accomplishment today. I will swear that I will never regret my choice today."

What else can I say... Andrea didn't know whether it was regret or anger in her heart.Among the mixed flavors, there is actually pride and appreciation hidden in it.

She also began to be confused about her own heart.She kneaded her temples, and when she opened her eyes again, she returned to her usual indifference.

"I didn't fulfill you, but I became a villain."

Seeming sullen, yet helpless, Andrea met those firm dark red eyes, and finally spoke the spell in ancient elf language.

……

Andrea's line of sight outlines the tall and straight figure of a human youth.

Sweeping at that unique and strange face, even if she traveled around, she couldn't know where the blood of this human being merged.

He seems to have come with a certain country, especially his head, which is like a mine vein, containing endless ideas and wisdom.

But the innocence and stupidity of human beings are fully revealed.

As for why he didn't think about the gods... No one else, this young man's innate aura is destined to remain in the world and wander among the crowd.

"You can sell the grafting formula at a high price—for example, the Kingdom of Svia above the mineral veins, and then enjoy the glory and wealth, wandering in the sea of ​​gold for the rest of your life. Even, with the things in your head, you can rival one side."

"Why do you want me to take it to the South Valley?" Andrea asked, propping her chin with one hand.

Holly washed his hands and was just about to drink pineapple passion fruit juice.Drops of water dripped down his fingertips and smashed into the mud.

He didn't think about it carefully, and regarded Andrea as a good friend, and said casually: "Money and status can indeed bring supreme rights. If I had your lifespan, I might consider this proposal carefully."

"Life is short, and human beings are more fragile than white bread." Taking a sip of juice, Holly sighed, "We want to take all these things that are more ethereal than clouds and mist and cannot be carried into the grave in a limited time. Grabbing, it would be too greedy."

"Of course, it is always good to be ambitious, which means having unlimited confidence and prospects for the future and yourself."

"All in all, I have a clear understanding of my abilities. Confronting one side is not something I can grasp."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It's better to grasp the present moment and cherish the things and people worthy of love. Make good use of your own advantages, live your own life well, and then distribute the excess enthusiasm to those who also have hope for life."

Andrea listened quietly, without saying a word, with deep meaning in her eyes.

"If the grafting is successful, more people will be able to eat delicious melons and fruits, and watch nature...and God, create a masterpiece of flowers."

"I know that the elves have excellent and serious enthusiasm for fruits, vegetables, flowers and seedlings. Now they can taste them, and how to understand and grow them, the elves have contributed a lot."

When he said this, Hawley had sincere eyes and sincere appreciation.

"'Nature's blessing and feedback, isn't it? So, no matter grafting or others, you who are sincere and respectful to perfect and discover one thing are the most suitable people to have these methods. I also believe that grafted The good news will be that one day, the wind from the deep valley in the south will blow to the Lost Island."

"Sounds a bit hypocritical... Haha!" Holly scratched the back of his neck, "But these are words from the heart!"

"If you have to be realistic and selfish...it is to expand Nianhua's menu and drinks."

Andrea watched the green-eyed young man quietly, and after a long time, she also smiled faintly from the bottom of her heart.

The cliff where Wilmer wants to fall may really not be an abyss, but a warm and soft sea of ​​clouds.

--------------------

The author has something to say:

【Rabbit Travel Log】

[Day7]: The rabbit has officially entered the barracks!

Trigger a special event: One morning, a fellow in the training camp asked Rabbit: "Bone Chain, who is the 'Holly' you keep yelling about in your dreams?"

Rabbit didn't answer, and felt a little depressed. (Missing +50, State -2)

【Received the photo from the rabbit! 】

An extremely ordinary standard dagger, with a simple and rough rabbit head engraved on the surface of the handle, and a black panther head painted like a bear on the back.

It seems that I have learned the essence of my master's painting skills...