The Witch's Wandering Alchemist's Diary

Lou Le hesitated for a few moments, but still picked a few kinds of these mushrooms.

The truffles in the tomb also smelled this bad, so perhaps these mushrooms weren't actually meant for the living.

Instead, it is eaten by creatures carrying death energy.

She also collected these mushrooms, even though they didn't need to be cultivated. But when they were useful, she wouldn't need to come back to collect them again.

In short, it's like opening a picture book.

You'll need it someday.

Thinking this, Lou Le took it off and threw it into the magic book.

As for the third floor, there's no need to go down there.

Starting from the third level, the difficulty increases significantly. The first and second levels consist of mindless monsters, while the third level introduces commanders.

Although they are still intellectually disabled, there is a world of difference between intellectual disability and relying solely on instinct.

Lou Le didn't want to go down because there was no need to take such a risk.

After emerging from the dungeon, the little witch returned to the carriage and placed the mushrooms in the warehouse. Of course, they needed to be sealed in a box, otherwise they would smell terrible.

As for the black vines, Lou Le planted them on the bone ground, intending to use it as a cultivation area for dead plants. He planned to gradually add soil to create a mountain-like structure to increase the planting area.

By this time, Lou Le felt that the land in the backyard was actually not enough.

But what frustrated Lou Le the most was that she had no idea how to increase the space inside the carriage.

Without sufficient space, there is no way to increase the land area.

After Limela finished packing everything, she asked Lou Le, "Miss Lou Le, shall we go back now?"

"Go back? Why go back?"

Lou Le yawned and said, "Since we're coming back tomorrow anyway, why not just stay here?"

He parked the carriage under a large tree a little further away, and then enjoyed the sunset from the carriage frame.

"I wonder when this dungeon will finally be cleared."

The little witch thought to herself.

"Are you in a hurry, Miss Loule?" Limera said.

"I'm not in a huge rush," Lou Le yawned. "I just feel like I want to see other places, like the forest where the elves live?"

Limela paused for a moment, then stood quietly beside Lou Le.

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Night in Ghostwood Town.

After Lou Le left, Youmu Town returned to its former state.

The only slight change is that the adventurers' lives have improved a bit. With a dungeon, they no longer need to go through the trouble of searching for and hunting other monsters.

Just go hunting every day at the same time.

Moreover, because of the plant-based activation of the ropes, the mage began to call for more caravans to come here.

This plant-based, activated rope is called the Fairy Rope.

Because of its plant-like appearance, tender green leaves, and soft texture, it is very similar to the style of an elf.

In human society, the creations of elves are synonymous with exquisite craftsmanship. The only pity is that elf-made items rarely enter the market.

Very rare, very rare.

These elven ropes can now be worn around the waist as a belt, even if you're not a mage.

The market opened up on its own, and anyone with money wanted to use an Elf Rope.

Caravans came and went in an endless stream, and now almost all the roadsides in Youmu Town are equipped with streetlights.

The monks' apprentices immediately got busy.

But they were secretly delighted because they were making money.

Moreover, as more and more caravans came, the standard of living continued to improve.

In the past, even if you had money, you couldn't buy anything very good in Ghostwood Town. But now, caravans always bring some things with them before they come to Ghostwood Town.

Sell ​​them to locals, then use all the money to buy elf ropes to take back to your own city, and then make money.

The mage apprentices further divided the elven ropes into several grades, setting different prices to sell them to people of different social classes.

Dwight, on the other hand, had been studying the instruction manual.

After a month of studying day and night, he still couldn't understand the specific meaning of the characters.

It's far too complicated.

However, he immediately changed his approach, shifting from analysis to exploitation.

Through experiments, observations, and then research, we study these texts.

This actually had some effect.

Through his experiments, he observed that these characters were a mysterious script that could directly evoke a certain magical resonance.

Dwight breathed a sigh of relief at the result.

The most painful thing is not being able to see any hope. But now, he finally saw hope for promotion.

So he studied even harder, wanting to thoroughly understand the subject.

However, all they managed to discover was a script that could enhance flames.

Dwight felt like he was going bald, so he locked himself in the top floor and refused to see anyone.

And he entrusted everything to his apprentices.

He even specifically told me not to disturb him.

But that night, his door was knocked on urgently again.

"Teacher! Teacher!"

Farin knocked on the door urgently and frantically, shouting incessantly.

Dwight came out with red eyes, and said as soon as he opened the door, "What is it? Didn't I tell you not to bother me?"

But Farin said, trembling, "Something's happened, teacher. Something's happened!"

Dwight said, "What happened? Everything was going so well!"

"It's the dungeon! Monsters have appeared near the dungeon! New kobolds have appeared!!"

Farin said, his voice trembling.

"Are you so terrified by just kobolds?"

Dwight said angrily, "Aren't you a mage apprentice? Where are your spells?"

Farin said, "Teacher, those kobolds are red-haired kobolds. And they are skilled in fire magic; even if they aren't priests, they can still use a fire spell! In fact, their magical power is very strong."

"A dragonborn kobold?"

Dwight stared at Farin: "How did dragonborn kobolds end up here? Could it be that an evil dragon has come to this place?"

"No! Teacher. That kobold isn't a dragonborn kobold. They don't have any scales, just fur!"

"What is that?"

Dwight asked, somewhat annoyed.

"It's a crystal!"

Farin said, "Many crystals have appeared on their bodies! Those crystals have given them a great deal of magical power."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The area around the dungeon is like an iron wall. Only the animals we feed could possibly turn into crystal monsters. There's absolutely no way a single kobold could have gotten in."

"Those kobolds came from somewhere else before they took over the dungeon."