Speeding up tempering and improving one's own strength is the main task at the moment.
The extraordinary core she has condensed within herself, because of its extremely excellent characteristics, basically does not need to be spent on manipulation and training, and she is automatically refining magic power every moment.
But even so, the speed is still a bit slow. As a result of the study in the past six months, Lorraine Hill has also supplemented his alchemy knowledge after the Mercury Dynasty, and knows the refining methods of many new potions.
Except for a few rare potions, most of the alchemy formulas can be found in the library, but refining them is another matter.
It's like a very beautiful famous painting placed in front of you. You can see every detail and color in it, but you can't necessarily draw it yourself.
The same is true for cooking. Recipes can be found everywhere, but there are not so many that can actually be done well. The same is true for alchemy.
But unlike other potion masters, Lorraine Hill lacks materials rather than refining skills. Her mythical talent allows her to easily grasp the properties of materials and their weight down to the smallest detail, as well as temperature and changes.
It is delicately perceived, but now it is precisely the lack of suitable raw materials.
She can cultivate excellent extraordinary crops, but it takes time to grow. Even if it is catalyzed by her own magic power, the higher the level of the crops, the lower the effect. The pearl-level colorful grapes behind the house have already consumed a lot of energy. After a short vacation,
It is also unrealistic to cultivate other crops.
It seems that I have to go out for adventure this time.
The silver-haired girl sat on the top of the red maple tree hundreds of meters high, looking at the green and black mountains in the distance, and had this feeling.
The Tisilan Mountains are just a small branch of the Sighing Mountains. The Sighing Mountains divide the continent in two and are extremely vast. Most of them are inaccessible. There are also many extraordinary monsters hidden in the mountains. Although they are dangerous, they are also hidden.
Lots of good stuff that grows naturally.
Her white legs swayed gently in the air, and her pure white skirt fluttered in the air. Lorraine Hill leaned against the tree trunk, thinking about which direction to head.
By the way, I almost forgot, isn’t there someone who knows the local area?
She gently patted the tree trunk under her, closed her eyes, and slowly felt the consciousness in the tree.
A slightly cheerful message came from the big tree, seeming to thank him for his help. But it has been eight years, and the feelings and thoughts of the big tree are indeed different from humans.
Lorraine Hill asked where there was anything like it. The red maple tree seemed to think about it for a while before sending out a shallow ripple that spread in all directions.
Following this spreading arc of light, Lorraine Hill roughly knew two directions, one in the far north and one in the southeast, both in the Sighing Mountains.
The icy one in the north seems to be in some pain recently, and the hot one in the south seems to have been sleeping. Here is the answer of the red maple tree.
They have never met each other and can only rely on the vague information in nature to perceive each other's existence. According to the red maple tree's perception, the one in the north is similar to it and should be a Sequence 7 coral-level existence, and the one in the southeast should be
It's a Sequence 8 crystal-level existence, but it seems to be lazy and doesn't have much desire to attack.
Is this like this, Lorraine Hill thought to himself, if it is such an advanced and intelligent extraordinary plant, it should be possible to communicate with it, and it should not be difficult to exchange a few fruits with them.
After making up her mind, she lightly jumped down from the tree, letting the wind flow through her body, falling freely, then holding down her skirt, she slowly landed on the grass in the courtyard.
Walking back to the hut, he prepared some things, such as clothes, food, and some travel supplies. After putting in the stored rings, Lorraine Hill thought about it and put on a pure white witch dress, so that he could walk in the forest like this.
Moving around will be much more comfortable.
In an ordinary dress, the shoulders and clavicle will be exposed in the air and easily scratched by thick branches and leaves. However, the shawl on the witch dress will provide much better protection. In addition, the skirt is relatively long and has no lace, so it will not be snagged.
At the same time, the large brim of the hat can block the water drops dripping in the forest.
After changing her clothes and thinking for a moment, she jumped to a high tree trunk and broke off a branch about one meter long to use as a walking stick.
Sure enough, it would be appropriate for a witch to have something in her hand.
Sitting sideways on the plucked branch, Lorraine Hill flew towards the dense and distant mountains.
According to the information from Red Maple Tree, the existence in the north is about a thousand miles away from the courtyard where she lives. Let’s fly near there first and then land to search for it.
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There are layers of forests all over the mountains, and the green and thick tree crowns are constantly receding under the feet. Lorraine Hill rides a wooden stick and walks through the gaps between the forest hills. Occasionally, he can see the open spaces between the forests, after the rain.
The puddles formed by the accumulated water reflect the blue of the sky like a mirror.
Some small animals will drink carefully at these waterholes, including foxes, wolves, antelopes, etc., but there are also some rough guys. Occasionally, a few large wild boars will rush into the waterholes like joy and splash.
It made a large splash of water, and then rolled around in it, letting the mud cover its hard mane.
Lorraine Hill held down the brim of his hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, looking at the green scenery below, sometimes walking with a few birds, holding these curious little guys in the palm of his hand, looking at them carefully, and then
Fly again.
Since it was not morning when she set off, she had only flown half the distance when the sun was about to set. The fiery sunset glowed red across the sky, and a few herons were chirping in the forest. The girl gradually slowed down, preparing to find the place first.
Rest somewhere for one night and start again tomorrow.
After walking around a few times, Lorraine Hill found a place halfway up the mountain with pine trees and dropped down. There were no monsters around this place, so it was safer and he would not be disturbed.
The land in the forest is covered with layers of light yellow and withered leaves. There are not many shrubs, and many scattered pine nuts can be seen on the leaves.
The girl's boots stepped on a stone on the ground, and then her pure white skirt slowly fell down. The slight air flow blew a few fallen leaves beside her feet. She gently waved the wooden stick in her hand, drawing an arc in the air.
, and then the airflow rotates, bringing up layers of fallen leaves, pine nuts, and a small amount of dead branches and other debris, revealing the black earth below.
After clearing a circular open space around it, Lorraine Hill took out a larger tent from the ring and placed it on the ground.
First, lay a layer of waterproof mat on the ground, then place the tent on the mat, then put up the frame, tie the tent, and fix the surrounding corners with nails. Then slightly adjust the details, and the tent is ready.
Already.
He picked up some dead branches from the surrounding area, piled them together, and built a small bonfire. Lorraine Hill sat on the stone next to the fire, took out a few green fruits, and baked them beside the bonfire.
The girl held a wooden branch and gently fiddled with the burning firewood. With the occasional explosion of pine nuts and sparks, a faint fragrance of firewood and pine wood floated in the air.
After a while, the girl in the white dress peeled off the steaming peel and took small bites of the sweet and sour pulp. Occasionally she would get burned and stick out her tongue.
After eating the fruit, she took out the notes she had taken at school to see which formulas had suitable and good effects, and thought about ways to improve them.
In the quiet night, the quill rustled across the paper. The girl's focused face and the pages of the book reflected the warm firelight, and the long shadow swayed slightly under the flames.
The sky full of stars, the quiet forest, and the chirping of insects can be heard from time to time in the grass all around.