Wizarding World Beekeeper

"Do you think someone deliberately spread this blight curse?"

Hua Mi and Centaur Nite walked on foot in the snow in the forest.

After listening to his so-called "omen interpretation", Hua Mi fell into deep thought.

He had heard the term "omen interpretation" from this centaur several times. Centaurs always seem to be able to get some information that is close to the truth through this ability.

The introduction to centaurs in the book also mentions that they are natural "wild omen interpreters", but there is no specific explanation.

It must be some kind of talent, just like the fey's innate ability to communicate with their souls.

Thinking simply, this may be the ability of high IQ to process information. If it’s a more complicated explanation, he probably won’t understand it even if it’s explained, so why bother asking more.

"Is someone targeting the Black Forest?" Hua Mi muttered to herself, thoughtfully.

"The possibility is very small. But as the guardian of the Black Forest, you need to maintain this way of thinking and be vigilant at all times."

"Well, I'll note this down."

The centaur deliberately slowed down his pace so that the human next to him could keep up with him.

After all, two legs are no match for four.

"The blight did not first break out in the Black Forest. The curse here was passed from other places. Before that, a forest had already died under the influence of the curse. As a result, part of the power of the curse was digested."

I see.

Another forest acts as a buffer.

The centaur continued: "By interpreting a series of omens, I can now basically confirm that the curse did not leak directly from the abyss - this curse was originally collected artificially and imprisoned for a long time, so that the curse and our There has been a certain assimilation of the world. As for the purpose, it may have been to be used as a weapon of destruction from the beginning, and another possibility is to do research...and I believe that the latter is more likely."

"Research……"

"To the general public, the abyss represents the deepest fear, but it is inevitable that crazy people will covet its power... Studying the curse of the abyss is not easy. Perhaps this blight outbreak is because those behind the scenes cannot hold on. It was released as a last resort."

"..."

Hearing him mention studying the curse of the abyss, the crazy abyss scholar first popped into Hua Mi's mind, and then she recalled the extreme discomfort she experienced when facing the cracks in the abyss.

"Regarding the investigation of this blight curse, I plan to go to Mordu first."

The centaur was clearly on his mind.

The headquarters of the Abyss Research Association is in Modu.

After experiencing the incident in the City of Brass, Hua Mi had a bad impression of this association.

But after all, it was an official organization recognized by the world. At most, it was at the level of "neglect of management". Hua Mi didn't think much about it.

If this blight curse was also caused by them, it means that the problem of this association may be bigger than he imagined.

…

The portal wasn't built near the Bee Whisperer's hut, but it wasn't too far away.

Soon, Hua Mi saw a snow melting area ahead.

In the open space, there is a stone gate made of randomly piled stones, with three simple piles of stones piled around it.

From simplicity to simplicity?

This doesn't look like a magical portal.

For those who didn’t know better, they thought they were building blocks randomly put up by children, and they felt like they could be knocked down with just a push.

Hua Mi followed the centaur to the middle of the three stone piles, facing the simple stone door.

It feels like standing in a coordinate ruins built by primitive people somewhere.

Compared with the one built by Alais, this portal has a completely different style. It can be said that it is completely different.

One is exquisite and delicate, the other is rough and crude.

The centaur walked to the stone door, stretched out his hand and pressed it on a stone, and muttered something.

A circle of light blue inscriptions appeared on the stone doorframe, and a "buzzing" sound was heard in the air. The empty doorway was blocked by a gray "gauze", making it impossible to see the other side.

The centaur told him that if he wanted to use this portal, he did not have to meet the conditions mentioned yesterday - as long as there was a guide.

For example, if he follows a centaur now, even if his IQ is not up to standard, he can still go through this portal to another portal node under the guidance of the centaur.

"Well, farewell, guardian of the Black Forest."

“Bon voyage, interpreter of the wilderness.”

The centaur stood in front of the portal, turning his head as if he wanted to say something else.

But in the end, he chose silence, walked into the portal, and his figure was instantly swallowed up by the gray mist.

The inscriptions on the portal also disappeared and turned back into ordinary stones.

"He is indeed a loner."

Hua Mi stepped forward and put her hand on the stone: "Open sesame."

Of course there was no response.

…

As soon as Carter entered this luxurious manor, he smelled the intoxicating fragrance of flowers.

It reminded him of the Bee Whisperer's hut in the Black Forest.

It is also always surrounded by fragrance.

"The master is on his way back. Please wait for a moment in the living room."

"Can you please lead the way?"

Carter followed the kind-faced and elegant housekeeper upstairs.

When passing by a window, a clearer and richer fragrance drifted in with the wind.

Carter didn't like flowers, but he didn't hate them.

I can only say that I have no feelings about this thing.

But the flowers here are really stunning.

Taking a deep breath, he looked out the window, and a field of bright purple and red rushed into his field of vision.

Like a gorgeous spell, he was instantly immersed in it.

Modu is located in the south, and the climate is warm and pleasant even during the Ice Age.

These colorful flowers are the best proof.

This back garden is not only randomly filled with all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, it can be seen that it has been carefully cultivated and matched.

When the housekeeper saw him stop, he didn't urge him and waited quietly. After a while, he asked, "Does the guest want to see the back garden?"

"if convenient……"

"Of course," the housekeeper smiled and stretched out her hand to signal him to go this way, "Susie is happy to let others see her achievements."

"Susie is..."

"My lady."

"..."

Carter thought that such a beautiful back garden must have been created by a master gardener.

But I didn't expect it to be the Duke's daughter.

However, the preferences of wealthy people are all kinds of strange, and flower planting is relatively normal among them.

Following the housekeeper to the entrance of the back garden, I happened to meet a beautiful blond girl walking out of it.

She was wearing a simple dress, a headscarf on her head, sleeves on her arms, and her clothes were even stained with mud.

But the temperament she displayed made it clear to Carter that she was definitely not a maid here.

Those blue eyes were as pure as gems.

Only people who have been carefree since childhood and have been properly protected in a greenhouse can have such eyes.

Moreover, there was a little flower spirit accompanying her.

"This is the master's guest."

The housekeeper first introduced Carter and then introduced the woman to Carter.

Sure enough, she was that Miss Susie.

Carter put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, greeted the "two ladies" gracefully, and explained his purpose of coming.

He said that he liked flowers very much and couldn't help but want to visit her. He also complimented her flower arrangement.

Susie didn't show any particular joy at his deliberate compliment. She pinched the hem of her skirt with her fingers and bowed slightly in return, then said "please" with a smile.

Then he left in a hurry.

Carter continued to enter the back garden under the leadership of the housekeeper.

…

Susie returned to the bedroom, put on a plain white dress, sat in front of the window and wrote something.

Sunlight streamed into her boudoir through the window.

The flowers adorning the room became more and more colorful.

The little flower essence sat on her shoulder, holding her chin with both hands: "That mage seems pretty good. He said he also likes tweed, and he called me madam... maybe we can become friends with him."

"He's pretending. He's just paying lip service to it like everyone else."

"Are you so sure?"

"Of course," Susie stopped writing and showed a proud smile, "I can tell people who really like flowers or have in-depth research on flowers. Unfortunately, such people are rare."