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Chapter 1073 There is Gold in the Leaves

After the rain, the forest of Lothlorien was filled with the scent of damp pine and earth.

Zhao Wuji stepped barefoot on the soft moss, and every step felt like stepping on clouds. The morning mist flowed through the forest, and the golden sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on his robe.

"The system forbids me to change the plot..." He stroked a glowing silverleaf grass with his fingers, "but it didn't forbid me to collect these."

Over the past few weeks, he has figured out the boundaries of the system—
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Aragorn could not be told that his crown would be shattered in the future.
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Boromir could not be warned not to approach the ruins of Osgiliath.
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But you can pick the glow-in-the-dark mushrooms that no one cares about in the forest, because they are not mentioned at all in the movie.

He squatted down and carefully cut off a cluster of blue-glowing fungi with a knife. These mushrooms were called "Star Tears" in the elves' books. After being ground into powder, they were a top-grade tranquilizer, and human merchants were willing to buy them with silver coins.

"Zhao!" A clear voice came from behind.

He turned around and saw the female elf Livlin coming towards him carrying a wicker basket, with a few red leaves entangled in her long light golden hair.

"Are you looking for medicinal herbs here again?" She tilted her head to look at him with curiosity in her eyes.

"Hmm." He calmly hid the mushrooms in his sleeve pocket, "These...are helpful for insomnia."

Livlin smiled: "You are such a strange elf. Other warriors are practicing archery, but you are studying herbs all day long."

Zhao Wuji did not explain. After the failure of the banquet bet, he realized that it was too dangerous to make money directly using "future information". But there are too many treasures in Middle-earth that have not been recorded in the plot - they exist, but they are not captured by the camera.

And the system will not prevent him from obtaining these things.

At dusk, Zhao Wuji sat in the most remote stone pavilion in Rivendell with a piece of burlap in front of him.

On it are:

Three small bottles of "Star Tears" mushroom powder

A bunch of golden vines that can weave beautiful dreams

Five everlasting elven breadfruit leaves (human nobles like to use them as bookmarks)

"That's all?" The human merchant Marcos rubbed his beard, his eyes shining. "How much do you want?"

"20 silver coins." Zhao Wuji said.

"10."

"15, or I'll sell it to a Gondorian caravan."

Marcos smacked his lips and took out his purse. When the silver coins fell into his palm, Zhao Wuji held his breath.

There are no system warnings.

The deal is secure.

One morning in late autumn, a border patrol brought back a bloody Rohan trooper. "Orc attack!" the captain shouted, "He needs treatment!"

The elven doctors surrounded him, but Zhao Wuji was attracted by the leather scroll on the wounded man's waist - it was a pass with a golden horse emblem, which allowed him to enter and exit Edoras freely.

"Get out of the way!" Livlin pushed him away, holding a bowl of glowing medicine.

Zhao Wuji stepped aside and suddenly noticed the black blood oozing from the wounded man's wound.

"Wait!" he blurted out, "This is a poisonous blade wound! Use white moss to neutralize the poison first!"

All the elves were stunned. White moss is an unpopular medicinal material, usually only used to treat spider bites.

"How do you know?" The chief physician frowned.

"Eastern elves... use this formula." Zhao Wuji stuttered as he made it up.

The doctor was skeptical, but still asked someone to get some white moss. When the medicine was poured on the wound, the black blood really turned red.

Three days later, the awakened Rohan rider held his hand tightly and said, "You saved my life, Elf. The Eomer family will never forget this favor."

When Zhao Wuji took the pass that the other party had forced upon him, his heart was beating like thunder.

[Minor violation warning: The rescue action may extend the life of the cavalryman. However, since he is not a major character, the punishment is exempted.]

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The pass had an oily sheen in the moonlight.

The key to Rohan's market is in hand.

When the first snow of winter fell, Zhao Wuji had already saved 200 silver coins in his wooden box.

He sat by the fire and wrote in his ledger in Elvish:

Sold to the Pharmacist: Fluorescent Moss x7 (35 silver coins)

Sell ​​to the Poet: Yongxiang Pine Cone x3 (15 silver coins)

Pass value-added expectation: at least five times

Outside the window, rumors of the expedition began to spread.

Frodo is coming soon.

And his road to 100,000 gold coins has just begun.