Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 918 A Swift Reunion

Gloria felt that with her mediocre strength, she probably wouldn't be able to withstand even one move from her opponent, so she had to be very careful.

"Perhaps, a wild mage?" She smiled brightly, looking like a warm and sunny girl. Her long, swan-like neck drew a beautiful curve as if she was trying hard to make out the mage's appearance in the darkness.

"Outside the North?" The monk nodded understandingly. "I didn't expect that such a young lady had already been to other countries."

“That’s pretty easy,” Gloria said with a smile. “As long as you’re from the North, you can travel freely in the South.”

Hello, sir, I'm Gloria.

“Hello, Ms. Gloria,” the mage replied hesitantly. “I am Toronto, an adventurer from the North.”

By the way, your tent is going to blow away in the wind.

Gloria cried out in alarm, "Oh no, I've been sewing for three days!"

Then she hurriedly chased after her little tent.

They ran very fast, and in less than a minute they were out of the Toronto monk's sight, carried by the wind.

"Heh~" The tall male mage crossed his arms and let out a cold laugh.

Toronto is not quite used to his current oppressive aura; people who have met him before all thought he was gentle and approachable.

But he chose this path precisely because he wanted some peace and quiet, so he couldn't be bothered with other people's business.

So what if you run? With such nimble legs, you'll definitely be able to use a good cane in the future.

Toronto looked around and found that the plains were indeed indistinguishable, so he chose to stride in the opposite direction from Gloria.

It just looks a bit awkward.

Like a little boy who is adapting to a new version of himself every day during a period of rapid growth.
However, as he walked, his thoughts were distracted by external things, and he became much more normal. He took large strides and walked with a good rhythm, leaving his black robe trailing behind him, which made him look very imposing.

No wonder Gloria ran away.

Toronto was quickly captivated by the grassland before him and couldn't help but slow down.

The Labyrinth of the Lord of the Earth, like his displayed personality, pursued mediocrity to the point of being mediocre.

He could have easily turned the maze into a natural forest, but he must have overthought things, leaving people with only a plain overgrown with weeds, without even a shrub.

Only those with a keen enough eye or a deep understanding of nature can distinguish between herbs that look similar but have vastly different functions.

However, it's not enough to make people think that the Lord of the Earth is incompetent... It's something that humans simply cannot do to make these herbs retain their original characteristics and appearance while looking no different from other wild grasses.

Even the most powerful nature mage cannot do it.

A typical naturalist is better at allowing plants to grow freely and quickly, to the point where they can disregard their environment.

However, normal people don't need to do such strange research.

This is actually also the Lord of the Earth.

Toronto didn't know how to describe him either. In short, he was a weird guy who pursued self-contradiction amidst public praise and drove his followers crazy.

Of course, there might be other reasons he doesn't know about, but at least for now, this is all he feels.

Anyway, it had nothing to do with him. After carefully examining the clump of St. John's wort in front of him, Toronto was somewhat amazed and carefully dug out a few stems to keep... This was also the reason why he chose this field.

The God of the Earth is the best plant cultivator.

It is truly remarkable that the small yellow flowers of St. John's wort can bloom in a variety of colors without affecting their medicinal properties.

After all, it's just an ordinary herb.

Even slight genetic changes can cause the simple therapeutic function to disappear.

Toronto had previously tried to change the color of some wildflowers and weeds so that they would change color with the seasons, turning his and his family's backyard into a vibrant, painterly landscape... However, he soon realized that he was erasing the characteristics of these plants.

These ordinary herbs, which people had studied and discovered to have various functions, and which could even be added to magical potions, eventually became useless weeds with only their color being somewhat appealing.

There are already enough things in this world that are only pretty but completely useless; there's no need for them to add any luster.

Therefore, Toronto quickly gave up.

He sighed softly... It wasn't entirely without its advantages that the Lord of the Earth allowed those sects to fight back at will.

Toronto doesn't believe that the Earth God of other worlds can collect countless plant cultivation papers like the one in their world.

Moreover, it has never stopped from ancient times to the present.

Every believer on Earth is frantically inventing and creating to prove that the cultivation method he has chosen is the most correct and closest to the Lord's... but his Lord is probably only extremely satisfied with having another new paper to read.

Toronto patted his little fanny pack with satisfaction... It was specially prepared for today to keep the dug-up herbs active.

When I get home, I must grow all these interesting little things.

Eh... are those thyme and rosemary?

Planted together, they are all colorful... Toronto is taking two steps at a time, sprinting like a 100-meter dash.

Wow, even the taste is perfect.

Toronto crouched down, looking at the overlapping, seemingly identical leaves, and couldn't help but frown. This really requires some skill.

Herbalists know that rosemary leaves are very long and thin, somewhat like pine needles, while thyme has small and thin triangular leaves.

Thyme has a strong but mild flavor, while rosemary has a pine-like scent with a slightly bitter taste.

So, rosemary is more suitable for cooking with strongly flavored meats... wait, how did he veer off course again?

Toronto carefully placed a small pinch of rosemary on his measuring disc and crushed it to ensure that its medicinal properties were not compromised.

Even the calming effect has been enhanced.

He sighed silently... This is what it means to specialize in something!

What kind of person is that nature mage next door to him?
They asked him to enhance the therapeutic effects of elderberry, but what he developed was almost identical to that of arrow poison tree!
Toronto took out his carefully crafted little shovel and meticulously dug out the intertwined rosemary and thyme, but his eyes immediately turned to the basil on the other side... Never mind, there's no need to torture himself anymore, he just wanted these perfect spices.

Having only ever seen white or purple basil before, he absolutely adored the rainbow basil.

"Master Toronto, what are you doing?" A cautious voice sounded behind Toronto.

Toronto, head down digging in the grass, replied absentmindedly, "I'll dig up some basil for stew."

Then he realized what was going on and turned to look at the female knight who was peeking out from a hundred meters away: "Weren't you on the other side?"
How did you suddenly appear from behind me!

"I don't know either. I just kept walking and then I found the Toronto Wizard," Gloria replied innocently.

However, she is now at ease.

After all, this monk didn't follow her or even try to find her.

It seems they weren't really after the Edwards family.

Although she was an Austen, she had an aunt who cared a lot about her siblings and their children, and who was married into the Edwards family and held considerable power.

During this time, Gloria also sensed something ominous.

But she was always timid and didn't dare to leave directly... She was really afraid that she would be kidnapped as soon as she stepped out the door.

Even if some people make malicious speculations, compared to her life, those malicious malices that can only be spread from afar are naturally not important at all.

With her aunt around, who would dare to speak up in front of her?

Of course, she would also be very careful to avoid Patrick, and would go to David for help whenever she needed it.

So when Gloria encountered an adventurer mage, especially one from the North, a place where you couldn't survive without some skills... she was truly terrified.

This guy is so tall, it looks like he came from the Ice Church.

Gloria will definitely run away first.

But if they met again by chance, she didn't need to be so rude.

Yes, this monk is a bit special.

For him, is the only use of basil for cooking?
Isn't that a kind of herb?
Gloria is quite familiar with this thing.

After all, even knights cannot eliminate certain special physiological phenomena unless they reach level 10.

Gloria's family is quite frugal and usually wouldn't buy her alchemical potions for such a small matter; they would find the corresponding herbs themselves and brew the potions.

Their family also enjoys drinking stress-relieving herbal tea made with basil: 3 tablespoons of dried basil, lavender, mint, marjoram, and lemon verbena, torn into pieces and boiled in water for three minutes.

Of course, to save money, the Austin family grew all their own produce.

Although it was ostensibly for obtaining delicious spices, it was actually intended to replace some alchemical potions.

It may not have an immediate effect, but at least it's somewhat useful.

Of course, you can also make some money from it.

As the eldest daughter who had once been valued, Gloria naturally learned the simple preparation methods of these herbs and knew their value.

It's not worth much money, but a herb garden like this is enough to support a child to become a level six knight.

She blinked slightly... The Toronto mage didn't seem to be the kind of adventurer who made money by doing odd jobs for others.

Such a person's first reaction upon seeing herbs is simply... whether they are valuable or not.

Moreover, powerful adventurers wouldn't even notice these herbs that don't even have a grade.

But this person is clearly very strong.

Could it be that he actually enjoys cooking?

No, it's probably just that they like to eat it!

Important people simply delegate these matters to their servants.

All they have to do is give orders.

Someone who loves food so much that they research the raw materials can't be all that bad!
(End of this chapter)