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Chapter 132 Meditation
Dui was dazzled by the number of living magical herbs and flowers.

Alpha looked at Dui's happy expression, but still reminded him:

"Wizard Duyle, although these herbs are still alive, they require different growing conditions. It may not be easy for you to transplant them and make them survive."

To say it's not easy is an understatement.

These herbs come from all over the world. Some prefer sunlight, some prefer shade, and they grow in different soils. It would be strange if they could survive if they were put together.

It was just that Dui had asked for living plants, and the Dunedain did their best to bring living plants to Dui as requested, but they had no hope that these plants could survive.

Dui naturally understood what Alpha meant.

But he didn't care.

If it were anyone else, it certainly wouldn't work, but don't forget he has the help of magic.

So he smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, since they've been sent here, there must be a way to keep them alive."

"But I'd like you to tell me the growing conditions of these flowers and plants so I can make adjustments."

Alpha didn't quite understand, but since Dui said so, he had no choice but to agree.

Then Dui used a space bag to collect the pile of wooden boxes filled with plants and soil.

Alpha and several Dunedain were stunned when they saw it for the first time.

Then a group of people followed Dui back into the tower, and Dui took everyone to a room on the sixth floor.

As he cast a traceless extension spell with his wand, the space here expanded.

Everyone watched as the originally crowded space rapidly expanded, the ceiling above their heads became higher and higher, and the surrounding walls became farther and farther away, eventually forming a space as big as two or three football fields.

Everyone stared at everything around them with wide eyes and open mouths. At this moment, they felt like they had entered a room in the land of giants, as small as a few ants.

After finishing all this, Dui turned to Alpha and said, "Alpha, what are the growing conditions for the King's Grass? For example, the soil, climate, and temperature, etc. Tell me about it!"

The shock on Alpha's face had not yet faded, and he stammered as he answered Dui's words.

Dui listened carefully to Alpha's answer and nodded thoughtfully.

Then he kept waving his magic wand, and thick soil appeared out of thin air, filling the entire ground and forming a small hill.

In the depression of the hill, Dui summoned a large number of clear springs, forming a clear lake.

He pointed his wand at the ceiling, and it quickly turned into a blue sky with white clouds.

A huge yellow sun shot out from the tip of the wand and flew to the ceiling, emitting the right temperature and light.

He waved his magic wand again, and a breeze appeared, blowing continuously and creating ripples on the surface of the lake.

Then, Dui took out the water celery, yellow iris, and water lilies from the space bag and planted them in the lake.

Then, on a slope not far from the lake, the king grasses were carefully transplanted one by one.

King grass likes water, but does not like to be too close to water. The temperature is neither too low nor too high, and it needs a place with sufficient light.

Now, according to Alpha's guidance, Dui has transformed the environment in the room into an environment that King Grass likes to grow in.

Looking at the renovated room, Dui nodded with satisfaction.

Now there are only hundreds of king grasses on the bare hill, but he hopes that they will form patches of grassland in the future.

The people who witnessed all this were now silent and shocked.

Even Gandalf, Bilbo and others who had already seen Duey's various magical spells were amazed.

A young Dunedain even rubbed his eyes subconsciously, as if he couldn't believe what he saw was real.

Dui turned around and said with a smile: "Let's go to the next room."

Everyone left the room in a daze.

As the last person left, the door automatically closed, blocking the small world inside.

There were other rooms on the sixth floor. Dui chose the room next door and used the Traceless Extension Charm to expand the space.

Then he did the same thing, and after asking Alpha and several Dunedain for their opinions, he remodeled the room once again.

This time the environment became a dry grassland environment. On the lush meadow mounds, Dui planted Yongzhi flowers from the Kingdom of Rohan.

Such a natural environment made Gandalf say that he felt as if he had arrived in the Rohan region.

Later, Dui expanded and renovated other rooms.

There are dense canyons, salt-alkali seashores, stone cliffs where cold winds howl, and hills covered with ice and snow...

It can be said that a room is a natural environment.

Following Dui, everyone experienced various natural landscapes in a short period of time, and the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

"Dui'ir, you have now taken over the natural environment of the entire Middle-earth!" Gandalf exclaimed, his eyes full of anticipation. "I can't wait to see the flowers bloom. Please let me know when you do."

"Sure." Dui smiled and nodded in agreement.

His current transformation is still very rough, and he will need to make continuous adjustments in the future, and even form a complete ecological cycle, so that the plants inside can grow better.

Others also requested that they must be invited to visit when the time comes.

Dui agreed to all of this.

So after having the meditation room on the 7th floor, Dui also had the herb garden on the 6th floor.

Furthermore, Dui plans to gradually fill in each floor, such as the potion room, library, alchemy room, and so on, to truly make Amonsur Tower his own wizarding tower.

After renovating the herb garden, it was already late.

Several Dunedain refused Dui's request to stay, and after completing the transaction mission, they rode away immediately.

Luke, who stayed behind, told Dui the purpose of his trip:
"Sir, the villagers want to cultivate fields on the edge of the swamp and would like to ask for your permission."

Dui didn't expect that this was what Luke wanted to say to him, and waved his hand when he heard it.

"Just discuss this matter with the villagers. No need to ask for my opinion."

Luke agreed, but still hesitated and asked, "Lord Duyle, how much tax do you want to collect?"

"Collect taxes? What taxes?" Dui asked in surprise.

"It's the taxes we pay you. We are the people of your territory. According to ancient laws, we need to pay you a certain amount of taxes as a contract of your protection. These taxes include head tax, inheritance tax, trade tax, land tax, house tax, etc..."

Dui was confused when he heard this. He never thought that one day he would have to collect taxes!
He was about to say no, but swallowed the words that were about to come out of his throat and asked, "How do other places collect taxes?"

"I don't know about other places, but the tax rate in Bree is 10%," Luke replied.

Dui thought for a moment and said, "Then collect a 1% tax, but don't pay it to me. Use it all to maintain the operation of Hogsmeade Village."

When Luke heard Dui's words, he was surprised and thought he had heard it wrong, but then he was surprised.

He excitedly bowed to Dui repeatedly, full of gratitude and admiration.

"Lord Duyle, you are truly a benevolent ruler! On behalf of the villagers, I thank you for your grace. Everyone will remember your kindness. Your grace is like the sun shining through the fields, nourishing the crops better than rain..."

"Well," Dui quickly interrupted Luke's endless praise, "if there's nothing else, let's go back."

Luke was very tactful. Seeing that Dui was getting impatient, he immediately said goodbye.

He ran down the mountain with a look of joy on his face, ready to tell the villagers this great news.

He was even prepared to show off to others that they had such a merciful Lord.

Not only did he not ask his people for any tax, but even the little tax he had was spent entirely on the villagers.

He had already foreseen that people from other places, especially those who were exploited by various high taxes and were struggling to breathe, would rush here frantically after hearing the news!

Luke is no longer satisfied with being just a small village chief.

He vowed to develop Hogsmeade into a town, a city, and even a country.

Then he would be Lord Doyle's number one subordinate, standing by his side, and his name would be forever recorded in the history of Hogsmeade!

At this time, Dui had never expected that Luke would have such ambitions.

After watering the seeds of the Holy White Tree and the Maolong Tree as usual, he went to the meditation room on the seventh floor.

After closing the door and turning on the Do Not Disturb mode, we came to the space between two fireplaces burning with the blazing Gublai fairy fire.

The floor and walls of the meditation room are engraved with ancient elven runes, which have a power that can make people calm and concentrate.

There was no other light source in the entire meditation room except the Gublai fairy fire in the fireplace.

The firelight, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, makes the meditation room look a little mysterious.

Because of the existence of the Gubley fairy fire, the surrounding magical energy is very abundant, comparable to that of Rivendell and Lórien.

In such an environment, Dui conjured up a comfortable sofa and sat on it.

Then he took out a handful of broad golden leaves from a space bag and threw them into the Gublai fairy fire.

These golden leaves are the fallen leaves of the Maolong tree.

Before he left, he went to the Maolong forest and filled an entire space with leaves.

If it were poured out, it would be enough to fill the entire meditation room.

The leaves of the Maolong tree were burning with the fairy fire of Gublai, emitting a scent of sunshine.

It was a smell like the one emitted by a quilt after being exposed to the sun, fresh, warm and very comfortable.

Dui waved his magic wand, causing the leaves of the Maolong tree to automatically fly into the Gublai fairy fire after a period of time.

For a moment, the place was filled with smoke, appearing and disappearing, and it was illusory.

The smoke seemed to have magical power, condensing and not dispersing, surrounding Dui and floating like long thin ribbons.

He smelled the fragrance of burning magnolia leaves, leaned back on the sofa, his body completely relaxed, his mouth slightly open, and hummed softly the music that Tom Bombadil had taught him.

In the quiet meditation room, his singing voice continued to echo in the room.

The singing was full of magic, especially in this environment full of magical energy, which produced a greater effect.

A joyful feeling arose in his heart, full of joy, brightness and innocence.

Gradually, all his distracting thoughts disappeared, and only the cheerful music remained in his mind.

Finally, even the music disappeared, and I became thoughtless.

He seemed to be asleep, but he was clearly aware that he was not asleep.

His senses seemed to be infinitely magnified. He could hear the crackling of burning leaves, the sound of air flowing, his own breathing, the sound of blood flowing... and even the fluctuations of magic power in his body.

(End of this chapter)