This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 323, Section 322: Help
It wasn't some dramatic scenario where "the head of the family just died, and outsiders came to seize the spoils."

In the materially abundant and well-fed elven society, the potion shop left behind by the old elf was hardly a valuable asset.

The elven messenger who came to deliver the message had no idea that the old elf had passed away. His purpose was simply to deliver a notice to the shopkeeper himself.

After learning of the old man's passing, he left the notice with Riel.

In short, given the increasingly dangerous situation on the mainland, the elves have decided to take precautions and further strengthen the city's defenses, which necessitates the renovation of some urban areas.

Unfortunately, this potion shop happens to be located in an area slated for redevelopment.

Of course, while that's the case, when human nobles want to expand their mansions, they also come up with all sorts of plausible reasons.

For the Pokémon in the area, it's not really a matter of bad luck; those Pokémon that need to be relocated will receive appropriate compensation.

But for Riel, this shop, filled with memories of her and her grandfather, is irreplaceable.

After giving his instructions, the messenger hurriedly left, carrying several more identical notices in his arms, clearly intending to deliver them to several other households nearby.

Riel clutched the notice, huddled in the rattan chair behind the counter, staring blankly. The spirit he had managed to muster earlier had completely dissipated, and he didn't even notice Puji wandering around the store.

Scout Puji casually flipped through the manuscript left by the old elf, which was filled with various potion recipes written in Elvish script.

Unfortunately, with Lin Jun's current level of Elvish, she can only understand a fraction of it. If Riel were there to demonstrate, she would definitely learn much faster.

Lin Jun himself was completely indifferent to the demolition of the potion shop. He had no fond memories of the place, and learning potion recipes elsewhere was no problem at all.

but……

The old elf treated Puji very well during his lifetime.

Because the frequent visits and wandering around of the Pugi can be distracting, many other potion shops either don't allow the Pugi to open windows at all, or only allow them to move around in front of the counter, strictly prohibiting them from entering the inner room where potions are brewed.

Only with the old elf did the windows remain open for Puji, and they never concealed Puji's presence during potion-making. Even when Riel and Puji's playful antics occasionally disrupted the potion-making process, the old elf never truly became angry.

Not to mention, just now, the old elf helped Lin Jun upgrade her Elvish language to level six.

In short, Lin Jun's kindness got the better of her, and she decided to help the little guy a bit.

As for how to help?
Eliminating all the relevant Pokémon, sending a large army of Pokémon to occupy the area, and annihilating anyone who dares to cause trouble—this is obviously not feasible.

【Magic Perception LV8】

The elven messenger hadn't gone far; he was currently on the tree-covered walkway diagonally opposite, seemingly having just completed his delivery and preparing to leave.

It took flight with a whoosh, using its powerful sensory advantage to keep up with the messenger from a distance.

……

The messenger, feeling relieved after completing his mission, walked back along the wooden bridge between the tree-lined walkways.

As he passed a large platform, a sprite standing on a high place, giving a slightly impassioned speech, made him stop.

The elf stood on a simple wooden box, waving his arms at the few sparse listeners, his voice filled with an urgent enthusiasm.

It landed with a soft thud on a branch a little further away; I only caught a glimpse of it.

It seemed to be a call for other elves to pay attention to the mist and take proactive measures. To be honest, the elves were far away from the mist-ravaged western islands, and this felt like reminding inland residents to be aware of a tsunami, to the point that Lin Jun wondered if she had misunderstood the meaning because of her insufficient language proficiency.

Unfortunately, Lin Jun couldn't continue listening.

Just as the speaker's emotions were becoming increasingly agitated, two elven rangers dressed in light armor came over. Without much preamble, they swiftly grabbed the speaker from either side.

“You can’t do this! The elves need to know the truth! We must…” The well-trained elven ranger quickly took the speaker away; the whole process was swift and quiet, like a trivial interlude.

As the people dispersed, the messenger had no reason to linger any longer and continued on his way, eventually returning to the cabin where the forestry officer worked.

After passing by his colleague who was in charge of another area, the messenger entered the house, briefly reported the delivery of the notice to the forest ranger, and casually mentioned the old elf's death.

The forestry officer nodded to indicate that he understood, and then let him leave.

After the door closed, only the forestry officer remained in the room.

He stretched wearily, raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, and muttered a complaint, "They've even deployed the surveillance array. These radicals... what's wrong with their lives now? Can't they just settle down?"

The forest ranger didn't notice that an invisible Poogi had appeared in the corner of the room.

That night, the forest ranger had a strange dream.

In his dream, he returned to his childhood and witnessed his father, who was over seven hundred years old and in his prime, perish in a sudden fire.

The raging fire engulfed the treehouse, and all the mementos that could be kept as keepsakes were reduced to ashes, leaving him with only endless regret.

Upon waking, the forestry officer felt that the dream was absurd and full of flaws.

His father was one of the palace guards, alive and well and highly skilled. How could he have perished in the fire?

However, just as he received an application from residents requesting the preservation of the old elf's potions shop, his gaze fell upon the specific description of little Riel's situation.

The deep emotional connection between the girl mentioned in the application and the shop inadvertently resonated with his regret of "failing to keep the memento" in his dream.

This application was naturally submitted at the suggestion of Riel's neighbors in Lin Jun's dream.

For this matter, Lin Jun was exhausted, spending the entire night being beaten in Inanna's dream while also planting seeds of suggestion in the dreams of the forest ranger and the neighbors.

Fortunately, it wasn't all for nothing.

The forest ranger consulted several elven mages who were in charge of planning the "monitoring array" to see if it was possible to fine-tune the array's position.

After receiving the reply that "minor adjustments are possible," he personally went to conduct an on-site inspection and finally decided on a new location among several other giant trees not far from the potion shop.

Throughout the entire process, the forest ranger never met Riel directly. Two days later, Riel received official notification that her potions shop would not need to be relocated.

Overjoyed, Riel went from house to house thanking his neighbors and even offered to give them some medicine as a token of his gratitude, but they all kindly declined.

When she returned to the potion shop, she found that the familiar scout, Puji, was already waiting in the shop, seemingly ready to watch her concoct potions.

"Flying mushroom! I don't have to move anymore! That's great!" Immersed in joy, Riel didn't think twice and opened his arms to rush towards Puji, wanting to give it a hug.

Then, as usual, her head and body were politely blocked by several tough yet flexible mycelial tentacles, and she failed to succeed.

(End of this chapter)