Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 58 Moonlight Grass

After a period of busy work, the southeast corner of the library has finally been restored to its former cleanliness.

Zellir brought the mysterious Elvish book to the administrator to register.

The administrator flipped through the book's contents and noted down the number.

"You can only borrow it for a maximum of fifteen days. Remember the time."

The administrator stamped the card, saying, "If you don't return it by the due date, you won't be able to borrow it again."

"Understood." Zellier nodded.

The two left the library. Zellier was still replaying the scene Vision had just witnessed in his mind when Bev quickly caught up with him.

"Hey, where should we meet up later?"

"What collection?" Zellier was a little confused.

“You help me organize the library, so I’ll help you gather herbs, it’s only fair,” Bev nudged Zellir with her elbow and said matter-of-factly.

Seeing Beverly's unyielding stance, Zellier didn't say anything more and thought for a moment.

"Hmm... Let's meet at the Blackrock Town checkpoint in half an hour."

"it is good!"

After returning to the Nightflower Inn, Zellier carefully placed the ancient elven book under the bed.

The elves have a unique social structure. They exist in the form of tribes, ruled by a high council of elders, and usually live in remote and mysterious regions.

Pure-blooded elves rarely appear in human kingdoms; they are proud and arrogant, and disdain associating with short-lived species.

Because of their extremely long lifespan, elves possess many ancient secrets. Many scholars have tried to find the elves' settlements and explore their long-forgotten history, but most of them have returned empty-handed.

Zellir certainly wasn't looking for pure-blooded elves, but since Vales had elven blood, perhaps he could understand some of it.

I'll ask him when we meet next time we do a mission.

After hiding the ancient books, Zellir took the ash wood base, a cloth bag for storing herbs, and then went to the street to buy a small shovel for fifty copper coins.

The preparations are now complete.

Blackstone Town Pass.

Zellier looked around and gazed for a while but couldn't see Bev. There were only merchants and farmers coming and going.

Did Beve stand me up?
Just as Zellir was wondering what was going on, a lavishly decorated carriage slowly drove up from the main road and stopped in front of him.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Beverly peeked out, waving at Zellier.

"Here here."

“Uh… I thought we were walking there, it wouldn’t take more than a few hours.” Zellier was a little surprised by this.

"Walking is too tiring, we'll definitely take a horse-drawn carriage."

The driver had already gotten out of the driver's seat and respectfully opened the car door for Zellir.

This carriage is in a completely different class from the one Marcus rented last time.

The horses pulling the carriage were two Shire horses with coats as glossy as black satin, and they were much larger and more muscular than ordinary draft horses.

The exterior of the carriage is made of expensive mahogany, with intricate carvings and polished brass ornaments in many places.

The interior is even more luxurious.

The space was large and spacious, with soft wool carpets on the floor and expensive velvet cushions. A flower arrangement and tea set were placed on the table in the middle, suggesting that the owner of the carriage was very confident in its stability.

"Hold on tight, we're about to set off!"

With a shout from the driver, he raised his whip, and the carriage began to move smoothly.

Zellier examined the decorations, secretly making calculations in his mind.

This carriage alone must cost over a hundred gold coins, right?

Zellier couldn't help but ask.

"Beve, what exactly does your family do?" "Guess." Beve blinked.

Why do girls always like to make people guess?

"A mine?" Zellier asked casually.

"How did you know?" Beverly's eyes widened.

Holy crap, I guessed right... Zellier's eye twitched.

“Part of the mines in Blackrock Town are controlled by our family,” Beverly said.

"No wonder……"

Zellir felt completely at peace.

Regardless of the era or the world, if you control a mineral vein, you control an inexhaustible treasure trove.

The carriage traveled at a very fast speed and very smoothly. Zellier did not feel any bumps along the way, and soon they arrived at their destination.

"Miss Beverly, we've arrived. The road ahead is no longer safe for carriages," the coachman's voice came from outside.

"Let's get out of the car."

The two have now reached the edge of the Graywood Forest. The forest, green on top and gray on the bottom, is in sight. Bev gives a few instructions and tells the driver to wait where he is.

Zellier took out the map that Manlin had given him and began to walk into the forest according to the directions on it, while Bev carefully followed behind him.

Although Bev usually appears cheerful and bold, she became somewhat hesitant and apprehensive in this dark forest, filled with a sense of wonder about her surroundings.

This was the first time Bev had ever seen such pristine terrain.

She looked around curiously and warily, her attention occasionally drawn to strange insects flying by or oddly shaped mushrooms at her feet, but at the slightest disturbance, she would immediately shrink behind Zellier.

Zellier, on the other hand, kept stopping and starting, constantly adjusting his course.

"Zelier, are you lost? We're not going to get lost in the forest, are we?"

"That won't happen."

Zellier carefully examined the map.

"Hmm... Go straight, then go over the small hill ahead, and you should be there."

Although Zellir's sense of direction is not as good as Marcus's, the map is detailed enough, and the picking location is not too deep in the forest.

Soon, Zelier climbed the small hill marked on the map and finally saw the target picking location.

This is a dense forest depression where sunlight can hardly penetrate.

In the humid air, countless firefly-like particles of light drifted and dispersed.

The source of the light was a large meadow growing near the rock face.

They are translucent white, but in this dim environment, they exhibit a soft, pale blue fluorescence, making the depression look like a dream.

“Zeril—help me out,” Bev’s voice came from behind.

Zellier grasped Bev's small hand and, with a slight pull, dragged her up the slope.

Bev wiped the light sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and her eyes lit up instantly when she saw the scene before her.

"Wow...it's so beautiful!"

It's like a scene from a dream.

"Alright, let's start digging."

Zellier took out the small shovel and cloth bag he had prepared and began to bend down and work in the soil.

A young body is wonderful. Zellier still vaguely remembers the problem he had in his previous life: his knees would crack when he squatted down and he would feel dizzy when he stood up.

He carefully dug along the roots of the moonflower with a shovel, but this herb looked small, but its roots were tangled and difficult to remove.

(End of this chapter)