I can't play this song without 20 years of listening experience.
Before Cyril could protest with the system, he found that the scene in front of him was different from when he first arrived.
Many creatures appeared in the fluorescent grass, including the most common gray rabbit, elk with long horns, and several birds similar to small sparrows.
It's just that these creatures seem to be asleep, motionless.
The white pom-poms of the fluorescent grass were now flashing silver-blue light.
In the next instant, those white pom-poms scattered like dandelions and fell on those creatures.
Cyril saw the next scene, his pupils opened slightly, and a cold air climbed up his back.
It was as if a block of ice had slipped into his stomach.
The white pom-poms were rapidly devouring the immobile creatures, eating their flesh.
The bright red blood slowly flowed from the small animals to the ground, and was instantly absorbed by the roots of the fluorescent grass.
In the end, these creatures only left a pile of bones, but the bones quickly disappeared into fine powder.
Cyril stared blankly as the seemingly harmless fluorescent grasses quickly completed a batch of food, and then grew a cute and cute white pom-pom again.
Under the quiet night, it seemed that nothing happened.
A skilled worker who destroys corpses.
So terrifying.
Cyril's expression stiffened.
【Calm down! Calm down! They can only devour creatures whose consciousness is lost. After all, it is only a dangerous level 10 plant. 】
The sound of the system is very calm.
[The concentration of elements here is very high, which is naturally attractive to small creatures. However, after they stay here for a long time, their consciousness will involuntarily disintegrate, and eventually become the ration of fluorescent grass. 】
The system explained in detail.
[But for you, this problem does not exist! I will always wake you up before the tipping point! 】
Cyril: happy written all over his face.jpg
[By the way, do you feel more calm and energetic? 】
The system didn't care about his vivid expression and continued to ask.
Cyril nodded.
After some meditation, he did feel that his mind was more relaxed, the whole person seemed to have received sufficient rest, and the fatigue of traveling during the day had dissipated.
【really not bad! After your mental power exceeds 10, you can try to absorb the elements! 】
Cyril stayed in the foggy forest for three days and three nights. Apart from eating and walking out of the fluorescent grass to sleep, every time he was on the edge of losing consciousness, he was pulled back by the system's earth-shattering melody, so he also listened to it all over the place. All kinds of strange playlists of the system.
There was a piece of suona playing that almost sent him away.
So much so that he still has lingering fears on the way back to the town.
After Cyril once again spent all his silver coins to buy food and entered the Foggy Moon Forest, he successfully raised his mental power to "9", but he also turned back into a poor boy with no money.
【Don't worry! Misty Moon Forest is a big treasure. You look for various plants, I can identify the uses of these plants and see if they can be used to make medicines. If it is possible, then the pharmacy will naturally accept it! 】
The system is full of confidence.
[Can't you directly detect the orientation of useful plants? ]
Cyril looked puzzled.
[It's just a novice system for the first time! How can you make such a request to people! You, bad bad! 】
[speak English! ]
[Hey, to be honest, the energy I can obtain is too little to enable this function. 】
The system was ineffective, Cyril sighed.
He had to honestly stop in front of each strange-looking plant, wait for the system to identify it, and then carefully collect it according to the steps it said.
Cyril struggled to identify and remember the strangely shaped plants.
Of course, he was very cautious and didn't do anything before the system gave the information.
Facts have proved that this is an extremely correct approach, which has allowed him to avoid a lot of harm.
For example, he encountered a plant called "Devil's White Lotus", which is a white lotus growing on land. The leaves are green and green, and the petals are large and beautiful.
However-
[Name: Devil White Lotus
Danger level: 16
Remarks: An irritable little girl who doesn't talk about martial arts, rat tail juice. 】
Although Cyril didn't understand, it didn't hinder his intuition of danger, and he quickly took a few big steps back.
Then he saw that the originally beautiful and melancholy flower suddenly showed a hideous face.
Its stalk suddenly became thick, and at the same time stretched to a full one meter, as if a person was screaming angrily with his mouth open.
Its smooth and supple petals even grew sharp saber teeth. If Cyril had just stayed in place, he would have been bitten by this "bad-tempered" devil white lotus and covered in blood.
I'm afraid I'm afraid.
What a cruel white lotus...
Cyril took note of what it looked like, and made up his mind to stay away from it.
The one he collected the most was a plant called "Golden Letters".
The roots of Jinxinzi are white, the inflorescences are plump, and the color shows a brilliant golden color.
In the systematic identification, the petals of this plant can be used to make soothing tea, which is a favorite of the nobles.
Cyril collected a bunch of plants, packed the cloth bag he had dug out from his home, and left the Misty Moon Forest.
Early the next morning, Cyril found a trader who traveled daily to and from the larger nearby town of Philadelphia, as he remembered.
"Can you afford the fare? Mr. Lawrence."
The chubby businessman Donald didn't mind having an extra skinny boy in the carriage, if, of course, the poor-looking boy could afford the fare.
Cyril is now penniless.
"I promise, sir! Once you go to Philadelphia and sell these materials, you'll be paid for the ride on the way back!"
He gave Donald a gentle, harmless smile.
Perhaps the food has finally gotten a little better recently (upgraded from brown bread to normal-quality white bread). Although the boy is still thin and pale, at least he doesn't look like he will be blown away by the wind.
His smile is also easy to let people off guard.
A pair of large almond eyes are clear and black, clean and clear, the delicate tear mole at the end of the left eye is like a kiss left by the goddess of light, and the previously scattered black hair is also tied behind the head, the whole person looks a lot of energy.
Cyril ripped open a corner of the sack slightly, allowing the trader to glimpse the contents.
Donald looked at these golden letters in surprise. After all, this is a famous product in Wuyue Forest. I am afraid that such a big golden letter can only be harvested if you go deep into the foggy forest.
The way he looked at Cyril changed slightly, it was not easy for a young man to brave the foggy moon forest and return safe and sound.
Donald's thoughts changed, and he dispelled the idea of robbing Cyril while he was at it. He quickly thought in his mind whether to establish a long-term relationship with Cyril.
"As you wish, young gentleman. Perhaps you can wait until you return to Cowswood to give me the silver."
Donald smiled cheerfully, his bulging belly vibrating with laughter.
"For your first ride in my carriage, I only charge you 10 silver coins."
"If you need to go to and from Cotswood and Philadelphia for a long time, I can give you a little more discount. I can even sell it directly for you."
Donald glanced at Cyril's sack again and added.
"Thank you for your kindness, I will find you next time if I need to."
Cyril paused, still wanting to go to Philadelphia to see the situation before making a decision.
Donald said no more, and the two got into the carriage. The coachman drove the carriage in the direction of Philadelphia.
Philadelphia is the closest big city to Codswood, and there are 10 small towns like Codswood around it.
The lord of Philadelphia was the Earl of Abraham, a lord Cyril had heard of when he was at the parochial school.
Cyril looked out through the window of the carriage, and outside the window was a large stretch of grass, on which large flocks of cattle and sheep perched.
At first, you may think this scenery is good, but after a long time, you may feel monotonous.
Today is a cloudy day and the sky is grey.
The closer to Philadelphia, the dark clouds seemed to gather more frequently, as if they were rushing to a meeting over Philadelphia.
A bad day, Cyril thought to himself.
"Well, it's almost there."
Donald muttered, the businessman slept on the road, reached out and rubbed his small eyes, and said, "It looks like another bad rainy day."
"I can take you to the intersection of Crescent Street, where you can find a suitable store to sell your goods."
Donald was a little proud of his sudden kindness. After all, for a businessman who pursued profit first, he should have left Cyril at the city gate.
Of course, there might be another reason why Cyril didn't pay the fare.
"Thank you."
Cyril nodded thanks.
Donald coughed and took a pocket watch from his coat pocket.
The surface of this pocket watch was smooth and shiny, and a gold chain fell naturally.
His fat fingers pressed lightly, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop" from the narrow space of the carriage.
The cover of the pocket watch was opened, revealing the white dial and black hands inside.
It must be said that at this time, his demeanor was like that of an arrogant gentleman.
"We'll be back at four o'clock in the afternoon."
Donald glanced at the dial. It was ten-twenty in the morning.
They set off at 6:08 in the morning and took more than four hours to reach Philadelphia.
Cyril nodded calmly, and when he saw the exquisite pocket watch, he didn't show any envy and coveted look, but it made Donald's display empty.
In order to hide the embarrassment, the merchant pretended to organize the goods.
At this time, the carriage had entered the streets of Philadelphia. The streets were clean and tidy, with shops lined up on both sides.
Suddenly, Cyril's eyes were drawn to a carriage passing them from the side.
If that could even be called a "carriage".
The horses of the carriage were replaced by brass devices, the base of the carriage was also made of brass, and the gears, springs, bearings and other components were exposed, allowing people to intuitively feel the rhythm and power of the mechanical operation.
He leaned on the window curiously to see the carriage that had already driven away, and white steam continued to emerge from the bottom of the carriage.
The speed of the modified carriage will at least double, Cyril estimated in his heart.
"It is rumored that it was the product of research by scholars of the 'Tower of Truth', and it was passed down from the capital."
Donald glimpsed another opportunity to demonstrate his wealth of knowledge. He explained: "It was used by the nobles in Philadelphia years ago. It was a status symbol."
Compared with ordinary carriages, it is really suitable for showing off.
But Cyril noticed the word "Tower of Truth", and he asked aloud.
Donald's expression became serious for a moment, and he said sternly: "The 'Tower of Truth' is the most outstanding scholar organization in the mainland. I heard that there are several wizards in the 'Tower of Truth' who are honorary elders."
Chewing on the word wizard, Cyril mused.
He knew the existence of wizards in his original memory. It seems that more than a hundred years ago, there was a big war in this world. The wizards and the Knights of Light together resisted the invasion of foreign enemies. After that, both parties became known to the public.
The Knights of Light have come into the public eye, claiming to be the family of the Goddess of Light. They belong to the Knights of Light on weekdays, and have a good relationship with the church that believes in the Goddess of Light.
There is also the famous Knights Academy of Holy Light in the capital.
The wizards were followers of the legendary wizard Merlin, but they hid themselves after the war and rarely moved on the continent where ordinary civilians lived.
Legend has it that wizards live in the remote and mysterious wizarding continent.
Cyril browsed this history when he was twelve years old when he attended mission school, but it was lightly touched upon in his textbooks, intentionally or unintentionally.
The boys in the small town of Codswood also imagined that they had the extraordinary power of wizards or Holy Light Knights when they were young, and excluding and isolating and bullying the thin Cyril was their self-righteous "practice justice" move at that time.
Cyril recalled this and frowned slightly.
Donald thought he was afraid of the power of wizards, so he kindly comforted him: "But I remember that it was mentioned in mainland law that wizards must not take the initiative to harm unarmed civilians."
"But the wizards are of course worthy of awe, after all, they possess extraordinary power..." Donald continued with emotion.
Cyril was thoughtful.
"Okay, Crescent Street is here." The merchant felt the coachman control the carriage to stop. He glanced at the winding street outside the window and said loudly.