The halfling glanced at the elf mentor in vain, and then at the steaming white bread on the plate.
The milky white color looks very clean, and the surface is also very smooth and delicate. A trace of white smoke rises, as light as the clouds in the mountains.
"Thank you to the gods." The elf mentor greeted and prayed to the gods, and then said to the elf who brought the bread, "Thank you for the food too."
Similarly, Bai did the same thing again, and his heart was full of gratitude.
"You're welcome. It's my happiest thing to let my customers eat satisfying food and have a happy mood."
The elf looks white and tender, with a charitable face and a smiling face. It looks particularly relaxing and calm, and is very approachable.
Bai picked up a cut piece of soft bread with chopsticks and gently put it into his mouth.
A soft and delicate taste filled his mouth, as if a pair of gentle hands were gently stroking his body, making him relax involuntarily.
A beautiful and very endearing voice whispered in his ear, "Friend, how long has it been since you laughed?"
Bai subconsciously recalled, were you laughing? It seemed like you were still laughing yesterday, right?
"Is your smile really happy?"
"Do you still remember when you were truly happy?"
When are you truly happy?
Bai's mind suddenly wandered, and he couldn't help but pick up another piece of bread. His memory seemed to go back to the source.
At that time, he was still sitting in the basket of the elder tree, unrestrained and free, breathing the natural air to his heart's content.
It was as if he had returned to that time, swinging among the branches with his innocent classmates.
Once again, I listened to Elder Shu’s easy-to-understand but profound lecture.
Once again, I ran happily with those long-lost classmates, and once again, I let out a cry from the soul with them under the ancient trees in the forest.
"In the future, I must climb that mountain and see what is on the other side of the mountain."
"In the future, I will be a powerful druid and maintain the peace of the elven kingdom."
"From now on, I will go to the other side of the sea and look for the mountains on the other side of the sea."
"I will..."
Those innocent voices, those things he once cared about most, all emerged in his memory one by one.
When Bai came back from those beautiful memories, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
He was stunned for a moment, the chopsticks in his hands had been put down at some point, and the bread on the plate had long disappeared, no longer the sight of steaming clouds and smoke.
Bai took a deep breath, then stood up, looked at the white elf who was chatting happily with the teacher, and bowed deeply to him.
"Thank you for the delicious food. It is indeed delicious and makes me feel happy."
"thank you."
"It doesn't have to be like this. Your happiness is the best thank you to me." The Fairy Elf winked at them and smiled playfully, "Please don't forget it in the future. No matter how busy or tired you are, you can't lose yourself. You have to be happy."
"I will." Bai smiled slightly and promised himself.
Later, at the suggestion of the fair elf, they bought a few pieces of white and tender bread as dry food.
He said that it was made from flour ground from the tenderest and pinkest part of the wheat core. It was the most delicious, soft and tasted great, so they bought it.
When the pair of teachers and students stepped out, there seemed to be a new-born power rising in their bodies, like a cluster of small flame seedlings or a germinating seed.
"teacher."
"Um."
"Next stop, I want to go to Lingdong Mountains."
In Bai's eyes, there seemed to be a divine light shining as he looked into the distance.
The Smart Mountain Range is located at the eastern edge of the Elf Kingdom. It is famous for its rolling mountains. To the east, there is the Misty Strait.
Every mountain and every river here has been crossed by elves, and their names are on the map of the elves' kingdom.
However, because there are many mountains and there are many wild animals living in them, they are not suitable for establishing tribes. Therefore, over the years, the Lingdong Mountains have not been developed as a residence by the Elf Kingdom.
In the midst of the heavy snow, two figures, one tall and one short, came in a hurry.
A figure is ethereal, as if it is integrated with the entire snow. He is tall and strides swiftly on the ground.
A figure looked slightly shorter, and an inexplicable aura bloomed on him.
"It's begun." The tall elf's eyes moved slightly, looking at Bai.
The emptiness and boundlessness are white senses. Under the vast white snow, the sky and the earth are ice-cold.
Everything was silent, only his breath seemed to be trembling.
suck
suck
Wisps of natural breath entered his lungs as he breathed, quickly decomposed in his full alveoli, and converted into another inexplicable energy.
Under this inexplicable energy, a faint green light loomed on Bai's back.
It is like a full seed, watered by this energy, and slowly pokes out the tip of its teeth.
An inexplicable natural force connected him to this world. The barrier in front of him was easily broken, and he entered a new world.
"When the seeds in your body sprout and take root, that's when you understand the will of nature and become a Druid."
The teacher's teachings echoed in his ears, and the teachings from many years ago flowed through his heart again.
Bai's figure instantly broke the original speed limit, taking extremely fast steps and running wildly on the snow step by step.
The power of nature surged into his body, irrigating the tender seedlings on his spine.
The young seedlings quickly branched out, took root, and developed up and down along the spine.
The magic flow circuit that had been simulated thousands of times finally came into use, slowly opening up a new path in his body.
The bud took out two roots and branches, extending to the legs and arms respectively.
At the same time, Bai unconsciously jumped over the snow in the mountains. With a wave of his arms, two large shadowless magic powers spurted out from his palms.
Taking his palm as the origin, two wide magic films were constructed to slow down his descent.
Then, the magic power moved under the sole of the foot and turned into a circular film several meters wide, which moved as if it were stepping on air.
One step, two steps, three steps, under the ever-changing magic power, sometimes it turns into a round film, sometimes it turns into a slender rope, running and pulling in the mountain.
Quickly passing over the branches, over the snow, and across the ridge.
There are 10 levels of formal druids, and junior druids occupy the first four levels.
These four levels are the process of a seed taking root, sprouting, and becoming a somewhat mature seedling. This is the path that junior woodland druids take.
The intermediate woodland druid grows from a young seedling to a mature state with lush branches and deep roots.
As for the advanced woodland druids, they bloom the most beautiful flowers when they are rich in nutrients and cannot grow any more.