Alessio taught Hill very carefully how to design the growth environment of whitebait and what kind of cultivation method the whitebait needs to reproduce and develop.
Hill listened very carefully, as did the Oak Spirit hanging on his pendant. He was told by Liszt that when he went out alone with Hill, he must record clearly what he encountered and then go back.
Easy to record.
Lister would trace everything Hill brought back to its source so that Hill could give him a more complete answer when he remembered it next time.
Not to mention that this kind of whitebait must be cultivated in the pendant first before being placed in the demiplane. Oak Spirit carefully observed the configuration of the whitebait creek and planned to completely replicate it in the pendant.
once.
Alessio couldn't help but look at the slightly radiant lines on the pendant on Hill's chest. If he saw and felt it correctly, it was an oak pattern that exuded very pure natural power. However, Xi
I am not a druid.
He had indeed heard that the Archmage had the blood of Corellon, but the oak tree represented the father of nature?
But it is said that Hill’s bloodline in another world is water! Otherwise, how could he have a daughter of Poseidon?
Alessio couldn't help but reviled in his heart: He felt a bit like the descendant of Corellon and Silvanus.
Hill, who had no idea what kind of biological father Alessio had arranged for the Elf God King, checked Liz's orchard and the vegetables, berries and shrubs planted under the fruit trees after making sure that his records were correct.
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Elves are indeed very talented in this area. They know innately what kind of environment can allow plants to grow healthily. Hill raised his hand and released a natural blessing.
Alessio was surprised to see all the fruit trees growing leaves and blooming again just as winter was about to begin, and he could feel the condensed vitality. He estimated that they would be able to bear fruit again within half a day.
Hill retracted his hand in confusion and looked at it. Is there such a big difference between level 20 natural blessing and level 21? If it were in the past, these fruit trees, which are at least a hundred years old, would have to bloom for three days to accumulate enough fruit.
energy of.
Hill didn't notice Alessio's eyes that turned blurry for a moment, so he couldn't see his thoughts that were reaching the ninth level and his sparkling imagination.
If his little head is not staring at a certain fruit tree that is very attractive at first glance, he only needs to turn his head and take a look, and he will deeply understand what the rendering power of an artist is.
No matter how steady a priest of Corellon looks, he will never lag behind others when it comes to spreading gossip!
Alessio, who was thinking a lot, didn't have time to discuss the story of the Oak Father with Hill, but was interrupted by the return of Purvi. Most importantly, several female elves jumped out of Purvi's open mouth.
He was waving desperately from above.
Liz's cheerful greeting made Alessio completely forget to confirm with Hill whether his idea was true, and he happily greeted his beloved wife.
"Oberon and his whole family are now inside your whale." Liz held her husband's hand and smiled at Hill and said, "They wanted to talk about what happened over the years, so they don't want to talk about it.
Come down."
Several priestesses in blue gauze robes smiled and nodded to Hill before leaving like flowers and willows. Their postures were very graceful and their speed was even more astonishing.
"They are all exclusive priests who stay in Corellon's holy land all year round, and they are not fighting. They like to make strange objects. Because they can exchange materials with other creatures, they have good relations with other races in the Supreme Forest.
But it’s nothing serious, and they usually don’t leave the temple, let alone communicate with other people, and are in a hurry to return to the temple, so let me say sorry to you.”
Hill showed an awkward and polite smile: It's a shame that Liz can say such shameless things. Is seeing the little fairy queen being beaten a big deal in her mouth?
Moreover, when he didn't know why these female priests would use acceleration skills to rush back to the temple?
It's not like he didn't hear what the green leaf elf priestess of Gernes planned at the beginning. These people must have the same reason: after watching the fun, of course I want to share it with my friends in all the worlds.
There’s only a next time!
Liz is indeed a diplomat who has traveled to many worlds following General Garr. The scene is easy to describe.
Hill smiled softly and changed the subject: "So the little queen lost miserably?"
"Without the help of the royal court, what is her little strength? If the little goblin hadn't been suppressed by the chair under her butt, Oberon could have slapped her several times." Liz said disdainfully, "
In Lost Edge, there were a bunch of unicorns who could kick her away! She also wanted to summon the god of pegasus and unicorns to help her, but unfortunately... Larry was exposed too quickly, and the pegasus
He showed his head for a moment and then ran away.
In the end, Larry could only kick Titania a few times to vent her anger. She had always wanted to know the difference in power between herself and Echitien. Larry had never been happy that someone suspected that the guy was her alien appearance.
Hehe~ Titania ran pretty fast! Even her face was completely covered with hoof marks, and it would be embarrassing to go back."
Hill was silent for a few seconds before asking: "Why is Larry at Lost Edge?"
"Mielikki has not allowed her to travel in the past few years, but the Unicorn Queen has never been able to stay, so she went to the Lost Edge to play with the intelligent beasts there.
She is a little interested in your group of elves from Trasil, and maybe she will run over to observe..."
Liz suddenly interrupted her words, frowned and thought for a moment: "Merika... wants Larry to get in touch with those interesting children? Why?"
Hill didn't answer. He was a little doubtful about his own judgment now and would not jump to conclusions easily.
"Forget it." Liz couldn't figure it out, so she simply shook her head, "Although the forest lady has always been nagging, she never does anything bad. She probably does it for the purification of the Supreme Forest."
Hill finally found the right moment to send his feedback: "These are some moss seeds I prepared for the Supreme Forest, which can purify the filthy power brought by demons.
I've used it in Trasil, it's quite effective, and it can be planted in the ground."
The seeds were something he had prepared a long time ago, but what contained the seeds was a legendary seed bag he had found, which Hill had forged. Later it was discovered that the reason why he could not make a more advanced one was because he was not familiar with it.
The understanding of plants has not yet reached that level.
In this regard, he was just an undergraduate studying botany, barely a graduate, and had no idea what the PhDs were studying.
If it were an ore bag, he could do a good job, but it's not necessary, it would be too much for one move.
So Hill made a few and then gave up. Now he could use them as gifts.
Liz took the bag and quickly discovered that it was a relatively high-level natural wonder. She immediately shook her head: "I can't accept such a valuable thing.
I'm going to pour out the seeds. As an elf, it's what I should do to help the Supreme Forest recover, but forget about this bag of seeds, you can take it back."
"I made this myself, Liz, and I have better ones. Although the finished product is valuable, the materials are not expensive." Hill smiled gently, "And the moss seeds can only be placed here.
Only in this way can we always stay in the best condition.”
Liz tilted her head: "So you are still a master of alchemy of rare objects? You are so awesome!"
Hill thought for a while, although there were all kinds of strange things in Toril, and they were not serious alchemical creations at all, but they were not too different, so he nodded to Liz: "And
, my success rate is very high, so a seed bag of this level is nothing to me, and besides, druids should be able to make such a rare item, right?"
The making method of this thing was brought by the Elf God King! And he has no idea of keeping it secret. Basically, the high-level druids of the moon elves can also make it.
It must be very common here in Toril!
"Hill." Alessio couldn't help but sigh, "Druids who were better at making seed bags... became extinct before the Fourth Crown War. The production methods were lost."
Hill was speechless.
The elves have been fighting for ten thousand years. In addition to leaving a pile of ruins, have they also wiped out countless inheritances?
Before Aglaia left, she gave Hill a inheritance book for the Moon Forest Druids to make rare acorns. When those druids left this inheritance, their hearts were full of melancholy. They were not afraid.
I went to a dead end for my own beliefs, but it’s really a pity that my legacy has come to an end.
Although the people who hope to get this treasure are the descendants of their Moon Forest Ring, these druids know that it is more likely that someone completely unrelated will have the last laugh.
So their only wish is for the Moon Forest Ring to have a chance to appear again.
Aglaia also knew about that university, but how could a druid go to the city to study?
So I simply asked Hill, hoping that if he had the opportunity, he would find a few suitable druids to teach him how to make this kind of strange object.
Aglaia herself can only use the modified pearl-making method, and cannot use acorns at all.
So although this inheritance was of no use to Hill, he still learned it and planned to find two druids who liked it when he went out to travel.
But he really didn't expect that the Druid's housekeeping skill, the seed bag, would also be cut off from inheritance. So what methods are they using now to optimize the seeds? Do they use element pools to learn from mages?
Others use earth, water, fire and wind, but they use life?
Hill couldn't help but sigh: "The elves are really determined to let go once they let go! What about Melikai? She should know?"
"She admires natural evolution and is not very interested in this strange thing that optimizes seeds." Alessio lowered his eyebrows and spoke indifferently.