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Zhang Mu didn't bother him to clean. He just said, "Please call me if you need anything," and strode away.
As for the cleanliness of the house, Zhang Mu cleaned it quickly. He put Leah, who had just woken up, in the open space in front of the door, and blew a few wind blades himself, and that was it.
After a while, Domit brought bedding and some daily necessities and helped to tidy up.
He left behind the key to the magic circle - a transparent crystal ball, and left again.
Zhang Mu immediately took out a portable gas stove and placed it on the stone stove in the corner of the living room.
There are still many mutated herbs brought from Blue Star left in Bala City, so there is no need to make a special trip back to Blue Star to buy them.
This is also the reason why he promised Mih to get it done in two days.
The herbs for making Forest Song were thrown into the inner pot of the rice cooker one by one. Zhang Mu picked up the pestle and worked until the herbs in the inner pot became a paste, and then poured it all into the cooking pot.
Fill the water and light the fire.
The steady flames licked the bottom of the pot. Zhang Mu moved a wooden chair and sat down, staring intently.
Forest Song is a very special potion.
As a "magic medicine" that can increase the yield of crops such as wheat, the preparation steps are slightly complicated.
The most tiring part is maintaining a stable fire temperature for 36 hours.
Well known.
Food is one of the indispensable elements for human development. On the blue planet, food channels are the lifeline of a country.
But in the continent of Thor, this thing is of little use to the not-so-large magic families and lone professionals.
How much food can they eat? Do they care whether ordinary people can have enough to eat?
Therefore, generally only the royal families of various countries would commission pharmacists, or order pharmacists they had recruited and trained to make the medicine.
This has led to the fact that for thousands of years, no country on the Sol continent has successfully mass-produced the "magic drug" that can promote explosive population growth.
Can only be used in a small area.
Zhang Mu stared at the pot without blinking and added water into it every hour.
And so it was, until the evening of the next day.
After playing around in front of and behind the house, Leah, who was familiar with the environment, ran back to the house with a few grass clippings on her cat ears.
Putting his hands under her armpits and lifting them to his thighs, Zhang Mu carefully pinched the dry grass behind the cat's ears and asked: "Have you met the children here?"
"Yeah!" Leah squinted her eyes comfortably, her white legs swaying back and forth, "No one hates Leah."
The Lake Kingdom's exclusion of sub-humans is more serious in larger cities.
On the contrary, the situation in remote places would be much calmer, so Zhang Mu felt at ease letting her go out and play by herself.
After cleaning up the grass debris, Zhang Mu touched her head and thought about the rebels, whom he had learned a little about.
First of all, as a "rebel force" they are woefully incompetent.
Let alone the "army", Zhang Mu estimated that there were not many ordinary villagers here who had been trained in combat skills. They were simply a group of ordinary people taking refuge here.
Mih had no idea and didn't seem to have considered training them.
Zhang Mu took out a piece of meat floss bread from his pocket, tore open the package and handed it to Leah, and thought about the Lake Kingdom again.
Armed conflict is prohibited in human gathering places. This is an iron rule that the church has enforced for tens of thousands of years.
Zhang Mu was not sure how long ago the Lake Empire collapsed, but he thought it would not be more than ten thousand years ago.
This is very confusing.
How dare the enemy country take action?
There is only one possibility, the church's tacit approval or direct order.
I thought about it for a while, but couldn't come up with a conclusion. I'll wait until I meet my senior sister. If she still cares about this, I'll ask her.
Now, Zhang Mu's eyes moved towards the wok that was emitting the fragrance of plants - the Song of the Forest was ready to be served.
……
Mihe is a magician, but he rarely wears a magic robe on weekdays. He basically dresses like a villager.
Even after separating from Zhang Mu and preparing to go into the mountains to collect materials, he only went into the house to pick up the fine steel staff and then walked out of the magic circle.
When I returned to the house in the evening of the next day, the storage bag around my waist was already full.
Sitting at the stone table in the middle of the courtyard, he used his mental power to convey a message to Domit, and about ten minutes later, the man hurried over.
"Mr. Mih, what's up?"
The recruiter asked Domit to sit opposite him. He pointed to the storage bag on the table and said, "Send it to the guest later."
Then he asked, "Any news about the murderer who killed the village?"
"He is the eldest son of the Lord of Gul City, a soldier brought back by Mr. Zhang Mu. I have someone to detain him."
After returning, he was busy all the time. Before Domit had the chance to interrogate him, he told all the information he knew.
Mih frowned: "That way..."
"Yes." Domit's face was gloomy. "Unless we keep an eye on Gul City for a long time, we will have no chance to punish him."
"Well..." After a few seconds of hesitation, Mi He waved his hand, "Let's put this matter aside for now."
He nodded in agreement, and then turned the topic to Zhang Mu: "Mr. Zhang Mu, have you had a good chat with him?"
After recounting the story of the Forest Song Potion, Mih said:
"He's a pretty interesting little guy. Apart from his habit of bragging, he's pretty good otherwise."
"Mr. Bumih, you have a misunderstanding of him."
"Haha." Mih smiled, "Even if you are right, I can't believe that he can solve the plight of the rebels.
Even if he did, why would he help us?"
Recalling Zhang Mu's repeated "I'm not interested", Domit said in a low voice: "I trust Mr. Zhang Mu, he can create miracles."
“The rebels have not been able to reclaim enough farmland to feed everyone.
Add to that the villagers you rescued, and the already tight land and food supply within the magic circle won’t last long.”
"And every time I go out of the magic circle to hunt monsters in the Quiet Forest to replenish my meat, there is a risk of being discovered by the Lord of Gul City.
Besides, their bodies wouldn’t be able to handle eating only meat.”
Mihe squinted his eyes and looked at Yamada in the distance: "I don't know where your trust in him comes from, but our dire situation is irreversible."
"Mr. Zhang Mu, maybe you can really make the Forest Song potion."
"Domit, there are only miracles in Sol Continent, not miracles."
After a moment of silence, Domit stood up, picked up the storage bag, and walked to Zhang Mu's house.
When he walked into the door, he didn't see Zhang Mu Ren.
In the empty living room, Leah sat on a chair, leaning on the wooden table, munching on a piece of meat floss bread with a smile on her face. There were some other things piled on the table.
"Liya, where is Mr. Zhang Mu?"
"Brother Zhang Mu said he had something to do outside, and asked Leah to stay in the house and not run around."
"By the way, Brother Zhang Mu told me to give this to Mr. Domit when he comes."
Leah looked back at the stove behind her, on which was a turned-off gas stove.
Domit walked over curiously, took a few glances at the unfamiliar utensil in front of him, and then lifted the lid of the pot.
The faint fragrance of plants squeezed into his nose, and he asked in surprise: "What is this?"
"Hmm..." Leah picked up the meat floss stuck to the corner of her mouth and stuffed it into her mouth, flicking her cat ears a few times, "It seems... Brother Zhang Mu calls it the Song of the Forest."
Chapter 111: Starve to Death
Mih usually goes to bed early, and today is no exception.
The disc-like sun was submerged by the mountain peaks, and night fell over the earth, so I prepared to go home and go to bed.
His daily life is so boring.
Because there is a risk of being surrounded and attacked if he leaves the magic circle, he basically has to stay inside the circle on weekdays.
Occasionally he would go into the forest to hunt monsters and get meat for everyone, but it would never take more than 24 hours. If it took longer, the Lord of Gul City would notice his tracks.
Once their retreat was blocked, in order to avoid the magic circle being discovered, they could only flee deeper into the Silent Forest.
This is undoubtedly a dead end.
He crawled into bed, thinking about how to solve the resistance's current desperate situation.
After a long while of fruitless searching, he sighed deeply.
There is no place to hide in the Kingdom of Lake.
Even if there were, the rebels, with so many people, would not be able to avoid the sight of the cities along the way and successfully migrate there.
We will eventually fail.
Thinking back to the day when they founded the resistance army together and what his friend said with a smile, Mih was unwilling to admit that he was right.
"Mr. Mih! Are you asleep?"
A loud shout came from outside the house. His heart sank. He suddenly threw back the thin blanket, picked up the staff lying on the bedside table and rushed out of the house:
"It's from Gul City..."
Looking at Domit's excited face, Mihe realized that the magic circle was not surrounded by the legion.
When I breathed a sigh of relief, I noticed the iron pan he was holding in both hands: "What is this?"
"Miracle!"
Domit was very emotional, with tears in his eyes: "It's Mr. Miracle Mihe, the song of the forest!"
Song of the forest?
After a moment of confusion, Mih silently approached him and placed his staff against the edge of the stone table.