Stuffing the spider silk into the last space in my backpack, I turned around and left the spider forest.
Well, the spider silk collected today is enough for me to spend for several days. The imitation silk should be enough to train the "Clothing Making" skill to level 3.
"Hey, it's Qin Xin, why didn't you see Her Royal Highness following you today?" After returning to the elves gathering place, an old man from the elves walking towards me looked at me strangely.
"It is said that the queen wants to give her daughter special training. I don't know where she went." I shrugged at Osmond, who was not far in front of me, and then said.
Osmund is a well-known pharmacist and herbal master among the elves. The knowledge of herbalism and pharmaceutics in dealing with the Elf Queen was learned from him.
Osment can make the potion that Phyllis said can restore one's magic power a hundred times faster. Well, I was also lucky enough to taste a bottle. In fact, the effect is not as exaggerated as Dean Phyllis said. After I compared the system
After increasing my own magic value, I found that the recovery speed could only be increased by about seventy times, but this was quite exaggerated.
For me, as long as I drink a bottle, I can use unlimited magic within about 13 minutes. Basically, the magic recovery speed after taking the drug can ensure that I have enough magic value to throw magic randomly within 13 minutes.
Well, maybe the level of the magic I used was too low and the magic power consumed was too little.
Of course, I don't know what Phyllis said about being overwhelmed by his own magic power, because the system didn't give any special prompts.
But if I don't need it, I will never drink this stuff again. The taste of this potion is even more exaggerated than Chinese medicine.
You know, I can drink a whole bowl of potion made from traditional Chinese medicine without changing my expression. I don’t even want to drink this potion anymore, just imagine how disgusting the taste is.
When Dean Phyllis introduced this potion to me, he was definitely not lamenting its effect, but rather lamenting how unpleasant it was to drink!
But, I learned how to make this potion not long after I came to the elves.
I still remember that when I first started studying pharmacy with Osmond, Osmond was very reluctant to do so due to the Queen's order.
He didn't want to hand over the elf medicine formula to a human, but he had to teach me about medicine and herbal medicine.
Reluctantly, Osmond came up with a weird idea and threw a whole warehouse of raw materials for this potion that quickly restores magic value to me, telling me that he would teach me how to prepare the next potion when it was finished.
So the next day, Osmond was stunned by the 8156 bottles of "Magic Value Rapid Recovery Potion*72 times" that I neatly numbered.
Hey, other people use medicine bottles to prepare medicines one by one, but I use large barrels to prepare medicines in batches.
Having skills means being so confident!
From then on, Osmond no longer dared to shirk the idea of not teaching the next potion formula or anything until he finished making these potions. The magic potions Osmond I made a month ago have not been finished yet.
You must know that these potions have a shelf life. Unless there is any special incident, the elves may not be able to use up these potions for a year.
Even if it is used as a drink, imagine the disgusting taste. I believe that the vegetarian elves will definitely not be able to accept such a strong taste, and they may not want to give it to others.
Who would have trouble with their own stomach if nothing happens?
And because of my crazy production, I have used up many potion materials. Some of the potion raw materials are not just for this kind of potion!
So these days Osmond is also worried about the raw materials for potions. Well, many herbs and other things grow with the seasons, and I am urging him to learn new potion formulas.
So Osmond, who was very annoyed by me, threw all the potions he knew to me, as long as they were not secret-level formulas, and asked me to experiment on my own without bothering him or anything like that.
In the end, I got all the elf medicine, formulas, herbal knowledge and so on, which is a great joy.
"Special training, how many years ago was the last special training given by Her Royal Highness the Elf Princess?" Osmond sighed. "Anyway, it was quite lively."
"If it's okay, I'll leave first. I have to go find Aunt Grace." Seeing that nothing happened, I decided to go and deal with the spider silk I was carrying, and planned to say goodbye to Osmond.
"Don't leave. I have a few bottles of magic value recovery potion here. Do you want to try them?" Osmond took out a few bottles of "Magic Value Recovery Potion * 72 times" written by himself and said to me.
"You go find someone else, I have to leave first." After saying that, I ran away without looking back.
Just kidding, I wouldn't drink it if it tasted so disgusting. I didn't even touch the twenty bottles of magic value recovery potion I kept for myself.
To be honest, it was all my own fault. Because of my crazy production, when I met Osmond now, he asked me if I wanted to drink the potion.
Ah, where did my magic value recovery potion come from?
After making thousands of bottles of medicine, who would find out if he embezzled dozens of bottles, right?
"Aunt Grace, I'm here again." I climbed up to the treetop, pushed open Aunt Grace's wooden door, and called inside.
"Don't call me auntie!" Aunt Grace's angrily scream came from inside the house transformed from a tree hole.
"Okay, Aunt Grace." I threw my backpack on the table in the room and started to prepare for spinning.
"Little girl Qin Xin, you are not cute at all!" Aunt Grace's voice and a slight piercing sound came from behind. "I don't like you anymore!"
I twisted my head and avoided Aunt Grace's fist.
"Too naive, such an attack has no effect on me!" I said proudly while avoiding Aunt Grace's fist.
"In that case, double attack!"
"Hey, two hands is a foul!"
After fighting for a while, Aunt Grace, who was too weak to retreat, opened my backpack and said with some surprise: "So much spider silk?"
"Well, I don't want to run back and forth." I pulled out Aunt Grace's spinning wheel and threaded the spider silk on it to prepare for weaving.
"But, you made so many clothes, I can't put them down." Aunt Grace looked at the neatly wrapped clothes piled up in the room with some trouble.
"If you can't put it down, just sell it. That's not easy." I said while spinning spider silk.
"With so many clothes, it will take a long time for the elves to use them up." Grace looked at me helplessly.
"Are you kidding? Clothes are consumed very quickly. Why can't they be used up?" I put the spun thread aside and prepared to weave the next bundle of threads.
"Because it is very common for elves to enchant clothes. After enchanting clothes, the clothes are extremely strong." Aunt Grace explained to me.
"Is it normal? Do elves all practice enchanting?" I looked at Aunt Grace with some surprise.
"Yes, although the level of enchantment is not necessarily the same, the most basic enchantment elves should be able to do it." Grace looked at me strangely.
Go ahead, I was cheated!
The so-called godhead fragments of the elves were actually replaced by enchanting information that everyone in the elves knows. What a cheat!
Do you want to run away with this magic core?
Anyway, I have learned everything I need to learn.
Glancing at the black magic core hanging around my neck, I thought angrily.
Forget it, although the elves did not restrict my freedom, and the last magic core had to wait until I learned the skills required for the transaction before giving it to the Elf Queen, but I could still feel a slight feeling of being watched.
If you run away with this magic core, it will definitely be dropped.
I don't think that the elves don't have masters who can deal with me. Even if it's Herko, I may not be able to beat him if I really want to fight him. It's better to stay calm.
"Since the elves can't sell them, you can take these clothes and sell them." I said while weaving.
"No, the only ones that have regular trade relations with the elves are the dwarves, but the dwarves will never need these clothes." Grace said helplessly.
You're right, I make so many clothes these days, both men's and women's clothes, but not children's clothes.
Wait, even if there are children's clothes, are you sure that the strong body of the dwarves can fit into the children's clothes?
"Then there's nothing you can do. Aunt Grace, you can figure it out yourself." I shrugged.
This place is too far away from places where humans roam, and even the freight to the mercenary union is not cost-effective.
"Don't call me aunt, I'm not married yet!"
"You haven't gotten married for hundreds of years? It seems like no one wants you."
"Go to hell!"
"Hey, you can't use sewing needles to prick people, it'll be very painful!" (To be continued.)
