Brain bloom

After saying that, Mori began the next step.

The feather was inserted very deep. After it connected with the magical pathways inside the staff, Sen pulled the feather out forcefully, and a thread was dragged out from its tail.

This thread is precisely that flowing spiritual energy.

It shimmered with a faint light and was stained black by the poison of the withered branches.

Once the desired length was reached, Morishi immediately used a curing technique to wrap the outside of the thread, preventing damage to this fragile material. It looked simple, but in reality, each step was quite complicated.

Just like electrical wires, although the metal conductors inside carry electricity, they still need to be wrapped with an outer layer of insulation, shielding, and protection. What Mori is doing is something similar.

After wrapping it up, she tied the spiritual threads and feathers together and secured them to the staff. But that wasn't all. As a gift for a girl, Mori put a lot of thought into it, adding many small decorations from the scraps and carefully tying a bow.

Only then is it considered successfully made.

Simply holding it in one's hand is enough to fill one's entire body with the evil and poisonous power of nature. As long as the power of the gems and feathers does not fade, this staff will remain forever powerful—it is a masterpiece.

Staff: [Unnamed Oak Staff]

Attack power: 5-10

Magic attack power: 589-650

Equipment Level: 90

Item Description: It was originally an ordinary oak staff, but it had been with its owner for a long time. Now it has been reborn, cursed by the deadly poison of the Ancient Demon King and the Four Seasons, and crafted by a master magician. Due to the poison, perhaps only the Four Seasons can wield it.

Equipment Ability: Demonic power amplifies the nature magic cast, and each spell becomes tainted with poison.

"...Thank goodness, it was a success."

Level 90, dandelion is usable.

After checking the equipment's attributes, Sen Shi felt satisfied and stretched adorably. The feather of the Ancient Demon King was indeed powerful, giving this staff attributes equivalent to near-endgame gear.

Although this power is limited to nature magic, it is not a problem for Dandelion, since she has not learned intermediate or advanced magic of other elements.

The princess, her face full of anticipation, whipped Sen Shi, insisting that he give the staff a good name... but then thought better of it. Sen Shi knew he couldn't come up with a good name, so he silently handed it to Dandelion, letting her choose one herself.

Dandelion's hands were already used to touching it. But now, within the familiar wood grain, a boundless spiritual power surged forth. As she felt this awe, Dandelion felt she had to choose a powerful name that suited her identity.

"How about calling it 'Thank You, Sen Shi'? It expresses my gratitude and also references the name of a great hero. People will immediately know that this staff is powerful and has a story behind it."

"What kind of weird name is that..." Sen Shi rolled his eyes at her helplessly, "Why don't you thank the earth and the sky? They gave birth to the materials, and they also gave birth to you and me. They allowed us to meet, and gave me the opportunity to make a staff for you."

She closed her eyes again to rest, thinking to herself that her princess's taste in naming was also terrible.

However, Dandelion felt that Sen Shi's words made some sense, so she picked up the carving knife and used crooked handwriting to write the words "Thank you, earth, blue sky, and Sen Shi" on the wood grain as the name of the staff.

It was much later that Mori learned of this shameful name, which tarnished her skills and hard work.

……

That afternoon, Sen Shi did other things besides the staff. For example, he polished the ruby ​​beautifully. With it, casting advanced spells would be more powerful, and the light would be brighter.

Considering she wasn't short of money, she took the jewelry, amulets, and other items she had looted from the rain wizard's 'corpse' and reprocessed them, turning them into things that could enhance magical effects. She selected a few amulets and gave them to Dandelion.

As long as those items are placed on the robes, they will exert their power. It can be said that the design of amulets is the most convenient thing in this world. As for jewelry, Mori thought it was not worthy of Dandelion, so she simply kept it for herself. She is also a magician and can use it.

Dandelion didn't sit idle. Although she didn't want to let go of the staff, she still filled all the bottles with qualified energizers. After finishing, she went to the bed to roll around happily with the staff in her arms.

Left behind, Mori could only drink alone, then pick up his brush and ink. He managed to write three high-level magic scrolls and casually copied four healing spells, giving them all to Dandelion as self-defense tools.

finally--

Because the afternoon was almost over and there wasn't enough time, Mori couldn't go to the furnace to forge iron. So he went straight into the kitchen, picked out a cleaver for chopping ribs, sharpened it a little, and put it in his bag for later use.

Anyway, when it comes to chopping people up, as long as there's a blade, it's fine; you won't feel bad if you break it.

Having completed all the preparations, Mori felt there was nothing missing. With their current level of combat resources and equipment, the two of them, along with Aysalia and Fufu from their home, might be able to put up a head-on confrontation even against the great hero of Silvermoon City, Man.

Moreover, she had the trump card of the person who delivered the coffin, and their willingness to act as a backer.

It all depends on who starts the fight first.

As for the phantom dragon that he originally wanted to take home, Mori thought its intelligence was terrifyingly low, and began to hesitate again about whether to bring it home...

"—Mori, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you." Dandelion's voice came from the kitchen, interrupting Mori's thoughts.

"Less oil and salt, but it's best if it's a little spicy."

"Is it spicy... Ouch, this is a real drain on my wallet. After all, ten fresh red peppers cost ten silver coins. You sure know how to enjoy yourself. Alright, I'll satisfy you."

As soon as I entered the kitchen, the dandelion poked its head out again.

"Do you think I should prepare the portion for her? She probably won't be coming tonight, right?"

"—No, no, no, please make sure you're ready!" Suddenly, Yuan's anxious voice came from outside the door, and it felt like it was from a great distance.

"...When did you arrive?"

I arrived when the sun was still shining brightly.

Yuan didn't come from the backyard as usual, but from the front, carrying a fishing rod and a fish basket. Moreover, Fufu was with her.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” Yuan said with a sigh of relief. “When I first arrived, this salt spirit told me you were busy and didn’t want to bother you, so I went fishing.”

"So you were fishing, and only came over when you heard me mention food?"

"Yes, fishing is a lot of fun."

"Wait, this is clearly my territory, how come I didn't sense your presence?" Dandelion covered her forehead, feeling that her defenses were still too weak.

"Since it's dinnertime, you should be able to come in, right? After all, I'm hoping to freeload tonight too. Of course, I won't be freeloading; I have some new information about little Melia."

"The Demon Queen has replied to you?" Upon hearing this, Mori immediately opened his eyes from his meditation and stared intently at her along with Dandelion.

Yuan nodded firmly, earnestly conveying the message: "Tonight, the Silvermoon City night market will reopen. Little Melia will be there too, and she asked me to meet her there—so..."

"So? Do I need to prepare a gift for our meeting?" Mori used his logic from his previous life to deduce what Yuan was about to say.

Even Dandelion put down her cleaver, sensing that Yuan's hesitant attitude and stern face were suspicious. The news he brought was probably more complicated than it seemed; there might be other bad news.

He said in a gentle tone, "So please make less of my dinner; I want to save some room for the night market."

Volume 1 #134 Night Market Recipes

People lost the night.

The right to gaze at the stars or bask in the moonlight has been taken away by those mysteriously appearing ghosts. People fear death, fear the beings that bring death, beings that exist only in the dead of night.

Therefore, the inhabitants of the human world can only submit to the ghosts and give them the night, and have to get used to the feeling of losing the night.

Even children born in recent years no longer ask their families "what the stars and the moon look like".

For these children, the night was simply a time for the whole family to enjoy each other's company at home. Few people would mention the beauty of the night, and the books that did record it have gradually been buried in the dust.

But in Silvermoon City, want to see the beauty of a starry night? No problem, just go to the famous "Night Market"—as long as you can afford it, have the right status, and a little bit of luck.

After a two-month hiatus, the night market, urged on by Melia Sen, the "Queen of Demons and Banshees," finally set sail. The nobles set aside all entertainment, eagerly awaiting boarding.

Yes, board the ship.

Lord Balzac painstakingly carved out a piece of land on the island, where flat land was scarce, to serve as a landing and takeoff point for his airships. The famous "Night Market" was moored here.

Night was approaching, but beneath the airship's silver-white frame, many people were still coming and going, preparing for the Night Market's departure.

On the deck—

"How's the fuel? Is it enough?" The question came from the captain of the Silvermoon City Night Market.

Beneath the captain's blond hair, his face, framed by goggles, was covered in freckles and appeared exceptionally pale. He had only been in this line of work for a few years, but as the designer of the airship, Lord Balzac had entrusted him with this important task. The pay was substantial, and he was proud of his job.

"Very plentiful, all of them are the purest condensed spiritual energy crystals."

The one who answered was a man dressed as a mage, but covered in grime-like engine oil. He was a fuel provider specializing in magical crafting, crystallizing his spiritual energy to fuel the airships of Silvermoon City.

The captain breathed a sigh of relief and took advantage of the free time before setting sail to chat with his old friend.

"So, Lord Balzac has returned?"

"Yes, we've returned from the meeting in the realm of demons. May the one who sent the coffin be blessed, for that is the realm of demons... So, as always, tonight we will board the ship with our most distinguished and generous benefactor. You'd better steer the ship well."

"Hopefully, our benefactors will be generous today."

"As long as you drive steadily and don't knock over the drinks in people's hands, you can expect to receive gold coins as a reward, Captain."

They both smiled, left the deck, and prepared to set sail for the night market.

Looking across the world, while most powers, large and small, possess their own unique advantages, Silvermoon City stands out as the most unique. Only Silvermoon City has the means to make ships sail through the air. And the so-called night market is held aboard the Night Market Ship.

As night falls, the Night Market Express will travel through the dark sea of ​​clouds.

Guests can also enjoy the beauty of the night sky, eating, drinking, and having fun with family and friends under the starlight and bright moon, spending precious evening time together.

……

After listening to the introduction about dandelion, Sen Shi looked gloomy.

She needs to rethink her views on night markets...

In her view, night markets are where people from all walks of life set aside their social status, sit in front of greasy, dirty stalls, and enjoy skewers and beer together. They chat about life's various aspects, criticize the government, and offer their opinions on national affairs.

I never expected it to be such a romantic thing... flying under the night sky? I really have to go.

"Hmm, wait a minute, is this a very ostentatious formal venue?" Mori asked again, "Should we prepare formal attire?"

"It's not that complicated. It's just a group of nobles having some barbecue and drinks. They chat about the market and gossip about everyday things. For example, which nobleman is having an affair with his maid, or which rich girl can't get married because she's having an affair with her father."

I've been to Dandelion a few times, so I know it very well.

"In fact, Lord Balzac also wanted to create an upper-class circle, with music, balls, and fine food. But he found that the nobles didn't like it, and it was also very expensive."

Yuan listened with longing, and then asked, "I can understand that, after all, nobles still join in the fun to gamble on watermelons, but can the Demon Queen really lower herself like that?"

"Yes, because the chef is very skilled. For example, that roasted bird feather dish was absolutely delicious!" Dandelion exclaimed, beaming, even though she had just finished eating…

"Roasted feathers? Are you sure you don't mean roasted wings?"

"Hmm, feathers. And also the more famous insect feast, skewers of underage vampires, braised razor blades, and so on."

Sen was stunned, and so it seemed. After washing the dishes, the princess dried her hands and walked back to the living room, then mysteriously introduced them to the two of them.

"That's nothing. Do you want to know the most terrifying food at the night market?"

Mori and Kazumi nodded in unison, both wondering what this so-called terrifying dish was.