Understanding the World, Understanding Yourself

The cold, damp wind that blew out carried a deep, icy blue hue.

Lou Le suspected that the reason these guys were walking so slowly was because they really didn't want to go down.

But in order to make money, I had no choice but to go.

Looking at the dungeon, Limera asked curiously, "Miss Loule, aren't you going to explore the dungeon?"

"I'm not going."

Lou Le said, "Who knows what kind of monsters might be in the dungeon? I don't need to go in myself; I can just wait for these adventurers to finish exploring before coming out."

She said, "Basically, everything they get is brought to me for appraisal. After all, some of them can't even read, let alone have any advanced knowledge."

"Find some animal hide and write 'Free appraisal for a limited time' on it."

"I'll be busy tonight."

Limera nodded and went back into the carriage to prepare the props.

There was a special animal hide for writing announcements, but after each announcement, it had to be scraped or washed.

Although most people are illiterate, they still have to write things down, because this is for the regimental commanders who can read.

As for those who couldn't read, Limela drew two more pictures specifically for them.

The whole thing is a balance scale, with an eye shining a light on a lump of something on one side, and gold coins on the other side.

The second picture is similar to the first, except that the gold coin has a big X mark on it.

Then an arrow was added to show that the image changed from the first picture to the second picture.

Lou Le was constantly looking around the dungeon, as the dungeon could affect the surrounding environment.

Lou Le noticed that the surrounding grass was a withered yellow, while the grass near the dungeon entrance was black.

【Dead Man's Grass】

It is a weed.

"A kind of weed that has dried up and become tainted with the power of death."

"Not for consumption; excessive intake may lead to death."

Lou Le reached out and grabbed a handful of grass, then carefully smelled it.

She was startled by a foul stench and quickly threw it away.

"It seems it can't be made into poison either."

Lou Le felt it was a bit of a pity. She used the Eye of Scrooge to look around, hoping to find new alchemical materials.

But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find anything at all.

They were all weeds and trees, and although they were tainted with death energy, they could not be considered alchemical materials.

Although old shoe heels and similar items don't even qualify as herbs, they possess a certain mystique.

That's why it can be used as a material for alchemy.

Lou Le walked around the cemetery again and finally saw a glimmer of golden light.

As soon as you get a little closer, you can smell a strange, foul odor.

Lou Le looked at its appearance and it was indeed very much in line with the scent it emitted.

It looked like large clumps of horse manure mixed with undigested grass roots, giving it a dry, cracked appearance with many green shoots.

If it hadn't emitted a golden light, Lou Le might not have been able to discover that this thing was actually a kind of alchemy material!

Truffles from graves

It is the alchemical material for [Death].

"A type of truffle that grows near tombs, imbued with the power of death. It looks terrifying, smells disgusting, and has an extremely awful odor. But it is the core ingredient in a precious psychic potion."

(Note: It might be considered delicious by some beings, and perhaps it will attract some unusual creatures.)

(Note: Without the infusion of death energy, they can only grow in the environment surrounding the tomb. The presence of corpses is necessary, and the higher the quality of the corpse, the better.)

The truffles in the grave come in clusters, with about five or six truffles in each cluster.

Lou Le glanced at her little paws and hesitated.

Something that looks like feces, smells like feces, but isn't feces.

Can you touch it?

Lou Le was very hesitant and really didn't want to touch it.

But this is a precious alchemy material, so we absolutely cannot let it go.

Lou Le thought about it carefully and decided to pick it up anyway.

She found a leaf and wrapped it around the wound.

I quickly picked it up, then gave it a slight squeeze, looking rather disgusted.

That's when I realized it was hard, not soft.

Thank goodness.

Otherwise, Lou Le really wouldn't be able to calmly pinch it.

I shook it gently and found that some fine black dust was released.

The little witch was stunned for a moment before realizing that these were spores.

The truffles in the tomb reproduce by spores, so she dared not shake them anymore.

After quickly digging up the cluster of truffles from the grave, they returned to the carriage.

Limera had already written the notice and even hung it outside the carriage.

Two holes were punched in the leather, and then the vines on the carriage were used to hang it outside.

Lou Le glanced at it: "Well done, Mela."

The little witch felt that Limera had been following her for almost a month or two, and she should be able to call her by her nickname now.

After all, everything that needs to be done can be done.

This way of addressing her means that you already trust her to a certain extent and hope that she won't let you down.

Limera understood, and after bowing deeply, she said, "It's all what I should do."

Lou Le smiled and handed the tomb truffle to Limera: "This is new alchemical material. Throw it into the swamp. From now on, any animal bones will be placed near this tomb truffle to form a bone field."

Limera, clutching the truffle from the tomb, returned to the carriage.

Lou Le sat on the handlebars, swinging his legs.

She yawned, leaned against the carriage door, and looked at the sky.

"Actually, this world isn't bad. At least I, as a mage, am doing quite well."

The little witch thought to herself, "But if only I could find a way back to the witch's world. After all, I'm just a toy carriage, and I'm already this powerful."

The little witch was a little afraid to imagine just how advanced the witch world had become; she was genuinely curious.

"If you have the chance, talk to the monks here about things beyond this world."

Lou Le thought so.

As representatives of the highest level of knowledge in the world, the mages must know more or less about the essence of the world.

After all, the prerequisite for pursuing knowledge is understanding the world.

If you don't even understand the world, how can you pursue knowledge?

Thinking this, Lou Le leisurely looked at the sky and felt the breeze.

The sun slowly sank below the horizon, and the sky finally darkened.

It was already dusk.

Finally, adventurers appeared at the entrance of the dungeon.

However, they were all covered in injuries.

Although not fatal, it is painful enough to cause almost complete incapacitation.

The little witch saw many people supporting each other as they walked out of the dungeon.