Volume 8: The Sword Points to the Far East Chapter 268 Green Peel Blessing Fruit
Two blessing fruits as big as a child’s fist were placed on the table.
Niu Jiao nervously put his hands on his knees and sat like a primary school student, his eyes looking around here and there.
"So... the blessed fruit grown by the forest elves doesn't look like this?" Xiao Yun spoke first.
Although he was very close to the forest elves, Xiao Yun was indeed not very knowledgeable in this regard. When buying tea leaves, he would only buy the cheapest old tea foam. Naturally, he would never have seen the blessing fruit that was worth ten times the price of gold...
Hodgson had a serious look on his face. Although he was a powerful black magician who could wander around the demon world at will, he was poor...so he had never seen what the blessed fruit, a specialty of the forest elves, looked like.
"No." It was Mr. Sean who spoke. "The blessing fruit I saw in the Kroning Palace had a milky white skin and was about the size of an egg. It was very light, and one blessing fruit weighed only about the weight of a silk scarf. The one grown from the horn... the color is wrong, the size is wrong, and the weight is even more wrong."
Turning to look at the horns, he asked, "Did they really fall off naturally and not be picked off by you?"
"No!" Niu Jiao said aggrievedly, "I was just checking to see if there were any holes bitten by insects while pruning the branches as usual. In the past, it was fine no matter how I touched it, but today it fell off as soon as I touched it."
It took six or seven years to produce these two fruits. Niu Jiao was very careful and meticulous!
"So it's because it matured and fell naturally? Then why does the skin still have green color?" Mr. Sean was very puzzled.
Xiao Yun stared at the two fruits silently for a few seconds, and said quietly: "So you can't sell them, right?"
Sean & Hodgson: "..." So this is what you care about? !
Xiao Yun frowned and thought for a while: "Wait, this thing did fall from the blessing tree after all. Although the color, volume and weight are different, it is definitely a blessing fruit. If I work on it, maybe it can be more valuable than ordinary blessing fruits?"
The two spellcasters have crooked mouths and squinting eyes...
The newcomer Hodgson had a strong urge to complain about this guy. No matter whether Xiao Yun said this seriously or not, Hodgson's forehead was full of black lines.
Mr. Sean regretted not sneaking away like Primo... although he was actually also curious about the blessing fruit.
"Forget it. It took so many years to grow these two little ones. The yield is too low. It's not worth the time and energy spent on it." After calculating the operation (hype) cost, Xiao Yun gave up. "Niu Jiao, although you grew it, it only produces two in six years. No one knows if eating it will cause any problems. Can you let Mr. Sean take it for research?"
Niu Jiao nodded quickly. He was afraid that Ayun would blame him for not taking good care of the tree. Besides, he had not lacked food over the years, so he would not be greedy for this fruit that looked unpalatable.
Mr. Sean reluctantly (as he wished) took away the two "mutated" blessing fruits and invited Hodgson to participate; Hodgson said that he would just tell him the conclusion and would not disturb Mr. Sean from doing the experiment - mainly because he was now concentrating on mechanical power and had no time to be distracted.
Although Hodgson's social skills were negative, he at least knew that he shouldn't say that he thought the grower Niu Jiao was too silly and cute and had no idea about the green-skinned blessing fruit.
That night, Mr. Sean kicked open the door of the mobile home in the middle of the night and dragged the half-sleeping Xiao Yun to the Balk laboratory.
Well... after giving the mobile home to Hodgson, Mr. Sean came over to squeeze in with Balke. The laboratory converted from a dormitory has half of it as an experimental area and half as a living area. There is no way Balke can live there alone because there is so much space.
As for whether Mr. Sean, who only needs two hours of rest a day to restore his energy, will disturb his "roommates", Mr. Sean doesn't care anyway.
Xiao Yun dragged Mr. Sean into the house. Balke, who was sleeping on the kang, just glared at him resentfully and resigned himself to pulling the blanket over his head - when it came to verbal fights, Mr. Sean, who was at full throttle, was undeterred by anyone with his harshness.
"You mean... this thing is a blessed fruit?" Xiao Yun stared at the motionless green mist in the narrow-mouthed big-bellied bottle for a few seconds, then turned to Sean.
"To be precise, it's a part of the blessed fruit." Mr. Sean carefully brought the square vacuum device from the table on the other side and motioned Xiao Yun to look at it.
In a sealed glass box the size of a pot, a small piece of a blessing fruit was cut off with its skin and flesh. Under a vacuum environment, slight signs of fogging could be seen at the cut with the naked eye.
"The blessed fruit is not a fruit. It is a kind of fruit that contains a trace of 'blessing rule power'... well, the outside world calls it 'pure magic power', and we should call it a high-energy body. The general way to use it is to swallow it whole with the skin, or remove the skin in a sealed device and dissolve the atomized high-energy in water to make a top-level alchemical potion." Mr. Sean patted the vacuum box. "A blessed fruit of this size must not be swallowed directly. I imitated the method of an alchemist to cut it open - you can see that it is not completely energy, and it can still maintain its shape after the skin is broken."
"What this means is that this green-skinned blessing fruit is more powerful than ordinary blessing fruits?!" Xiao Yun immediately came to his senses after hearing this.
Although he is not a magician, he is at least a pioneer in creating a new school of magic explanation and application theory. He was the first to propose the explanation that magic is a kind of energy and magic is a means of using energy (even Hodgson agrees with this theory). He would not be unable to understand the concept of "high-energy that can affect the material world in its natural form (not under the control of the caster)".
"Yes, the 'power of rules' bred in this green-skinned blessed fruit is more terrifying than we imagined." Mr. Sean raised his hand and pointed at the big-bellied bottle filled with green solidified mist. "Look, the part that was taken out is not only insoluble in water, but also cannot be driven."
The caster can transform magical energy into any form, which is how material mimicry magic comes about.
What does it mean for magical energy to be unusable by spellcasters?
It means that this thing is beyond the control of the caster!
While Xiao Yun was still pondering, Mr. Sean said directly: "The blessing tree and lucky tree of the forest elves were originally called the 'wishing tree'. Although outsiders do not know how the elven druids cultivated this magical plant, the blessing tree does have the characteristic of bearing different fruits depending on the planter."
After a pause, Mr. Sean said, "I wonder if you have heard Evelyn say that the dwarf king once asked the forest elf queen for the blessing tree, but was rejected by the queen."
"Hai Lin seemed to have mentioned something like this. What?" Xiao Yun thought for a moment before saying.
"When I was wondering why the blessed fruit grown by the ox horns was green, I thought of something. According to the records in the Ivory Tower, about eight hundred years ago, the forest elves once presented a blessed tree to the old empire of the southern continent. The human emperor at that time asked his youngest son to plant the blessed tree in person to express his gratitude to the queen. But the strange thing is... this blessed tree has never appeared in people's sight since then, and there has been no news about the youngest son of the human emperor."
"Hmm...it doesn't sound good..." Xiao Yun's eyelids twitched.
"It's not good indeed. There is a saying about the missing prince of the Old Empire... He has fallen into the form of a demon god from a certain fragmented demon world, a demon god that can appear out of thin air without the need for evil sacrifices." Mr. Sean narrowed his eyes. "Of course, there is no definite evidence, and the Ivory Tower is ambiguous about this. What is certain is that the prince of the Old Empire gained some kind of 'power' from the fruit of the blessing tree that he planted himself."
Xiao Yun didn't care about the historical inside stories that had nothing to do with him. This absolute utilitarian pointed directly at the green fruit in the sealed vacuum box and said, "Just tell me, can I become a demigod if I eat this?"
"You were saying things were not good a few seconds ago!!" Mr. Sean yelled.
"Don't talk nonsense. The demon god is also a kind of demigod!" Xiao Yun said louder. "It would be fine if he didn't fall. The knife can still be used to cut vegetables!"
"I've already told you, there's no evidence!"
"Then just tell me whether this thing can poison someone to death. Keep it simple!"
"Is the conclusion all you have in your mind?!"
"Of course! Who has the patience to manage theory!"
Balke couldn't bear it any longer and jumped out from under the quilt angrily: "That's enough, it's not even daybreak yet!"
Mr. Xiao Yun and Mr. Sean stopped talking at the same time and turned to look at Balk.
"Come to think of it... It is said that the dragon race is immune to all poisons. Even if they drink poison as water, they won't be killed by it?" The demon cub said expressionlessly.
"Not only that, dragons have strong vitality. Even if half of their body is blown off and they jump into a pool of poisonous water to take a bath, there will be no problem." The necromancer's eyes gleamed coldly.
"...What do you want to do?" Balke instinctively felt that something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to run away.
The next moment, Xiao Yun and Mr. Sean simultaneously pounced on the unlucky green dragon who hadn't had time to get off the kang...
Balk, who was not good at hand-to-hand combat in human form, was quickly controlled, and the strange mist in the narrow-mouthed big-bellied bottle was stuffed into the mouth of this unlucky guy...
Dragons are naturally not able to be killed by poison. Balk, whose mouth was filled with green mist, retched for a long time and suddenly showed a stupid expression.
"How is it? How do you feel?" Xiao Yun leaned close to Balk's face with concern, and Mr. Sean also leaned close.
Balk's eyes were blank for a while, and suddenly he stretched out his hand to push Xiao Yun's face away, saying with disdain: "The Snow Wolf Tribe is not good at all."
Xiao Yun's expression changed: "Oh? Do you have any complaints about the chefs in the cafeteria?"
"I'm not talking about you. I'm saying that the Snow Wolf Tribe in the past was not good at all." Balk still looked disgusted. "It's a good thing you are not them."
Xiao Yun: "Speak to the point!"
Mr. Sean seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and asked doubtfully: "Balke, what is in the green-skinned blessing fruit?"
"It should be the inheritance of the Snow Wolf Clan, right?" Balk was very unhappy and looked at Xiao Yun with a strange look. "If inheritance is this thing, you'd better stop thinking about finding it back. It's really not good. Your ancestors are not good at all."
Xiao Yun was stunned: "What did you say?!"
Mr. Sean was also stunned for a moment, then suddenly became excited: "Wood spirits are creatures of rules, and blessing trees with wood spirit characteristics naturally have rule characteristics! Forest elves only let their young get close to blessing trees, and blessing trees can only receive the wishes of elf youngsters; our blessing trees are planted directly among a large group of snow wolves, so the lost heritage that the snow wolves care about most will naturally be replicated in the blessing trees - so that's it, so that's it! No wonder the high elves proudly call it the 'Tree of Wishes', and no wonder it took more than six years and nearly seven years to breed two of them... so that's it!"
Before Mr. Sean could vent his excitement, a cold sealed glass box was pressed against his face, followed by a hungry roar from a cub: "Cut me a piece--!!"
About half an hour later.
Xiao Yunduan, who had swallowed a small piece of green mist, sat on Balk's chair with an unspeakable expression on his face, as if he had been constipated for at least half a month.
Seeing his reaction, Mr. Sean had the urge to cut a piece himself to taste it... but he managed it.
"During their heyday, the Snow Wolf Tribe... was a qualified member of the Far East Orc Empire's rulers, and the most powerful and useful fighters in the hands of the Tiger Tribe's Beast King." Xiao Yun said with a look of toothache, "No wonder the Tiger Tribe allowed all the adults in the Snow Wolf Tribe to die... If the Snow Wolf Tribe's inheritance continued, it would not be so easy for the Tiger Tribe's royal court to maintain its absolute power on the grassland..."
"Uh...what else?" Mr. Sean asked cautiously.
"Force is the order, and there is respect for superiors and subordinates." Xiao Yun twitched his mouth and stared with dead fish eyes, "The Snow Wolf Clan is like the Tiger Clan that has not lost its spirit."
Mr. Sean: “…”
He immediately understood why Balk had this reaction - not to mention Balk, who was the first to come to the Fire Tribe and live together with the Snow Wolf Tribe, not to mention him and Primo, even the newly arrived Revenge Moon would not be willing to live with such a Snow Wolf Tribe.
There were still at least two hours before dawn. The Snow Wolf tribe managers in the tribe, the captains and above in the warrior team, including Dahe who had been tortured to death by Xiao Yun during this period, were dragged off the kang one by one... and then they were arranged in groups in a daze to cause trouble to others.
A group of Snow Wolf managers, who were yawning continuously and unable to open their eyes, gathered in the conference room. Some of them were so tired and sleepy that they slammed their heads against anyone nearby as soon as they sat down, and started snoring within half a second.
Xiaohua casually pushed Ashan who was lying on her back to lean against Yu who was sitting next to her. She yawned and asked Dahe, "What's going on, Dahe? Why did Ayun suddenly ask us to get up so early? There should be no problem with the progress of digging the artificial lake during this period... Yawn~~"
Da He, with his panda eyes, had a look of regret on his face. Hearing this, he sneered, "Maybe A Yun felt that just digging an artificial lake was not enough to train everyone, so he wanted to find something else for everyone to do."
Xiaohua: “…”
Yu, who was leaning against by several people, turned and looked over: "Dahe, if Ayun comes, you can say this in front of him, and I will believe you."
Xiaohua finally realized that she had been fooled, and raised her hand to slap Dahe on the top of his head...
Xiao Yun walked in carrying the vacuum box. He saw a group of people sleeping in a mess. He put the glass box away carefully, closed the doors and windows, and put down the heavy curtains used to keep out the cold and keep warm in winter. He picked up the gong in his left hand and the drumstick in his right hand.
In a confined space, the brain-piercing magic sound has an echo bonus, and the refreshing effect is increased by at least 30%.
