Wizarding World Beekeeper

"Crazy Battle will remember your choice."

This is the first sentence the red-skinned elf said, which roughly means this when translated.

In fact, when the seven pseudo-flower spirits heard that he wanted to translate, they immediately joined in the fun with all kinds of different tongues. One said something to the other, but the content was not exactly the same, such as:

"The fighting elf repays his kindness."

"On behalf of the Kuezhan clan, I extend my friendship to you."

"You made the right choice."

…

In short, it is similar to the meaning of "someone remembers your choice" in the game.

Hua Mi synthesized it and concluded what he thought was the most appropriate translation.

"I don't need anything from you in return, just don't cause trouble for me." Hua Mi thought to herself.

He didn't say anything, just nodded towards her, and then turned his gaze to the lake.

But in my heart, she was silently thinking that she should leave quickly.

I, Hua Mi, just want to live a peaceful life.

Farming, beekeeping.

Occasionally I go on an adventure to find honey-source plants, hoping to brew more magical honey.

Everything was slowly falling on track, just as he planned.

He doesn't want this healthy and regular life to be disrupted.

Redskin said something again, this time it was short.

Zifa rushed to say: "She said her name is Lei Luo."

Huang Fa added: "Translated into human language, it means 'Warhammer'."

"You can call me Bee Whisperer." Hua Mi introduced herself like this.

"Bee Whisperer...what does that mean?"

The red-skinned elf sat up and put his arms on his knees.

There was a shocking wound on that arm, almost deep enough to see the bone, but she didn't seem to care at all, letting the wound stretch to both sides.

"Bees, that's what these little guys are called. I'm the beekeeper."

"They feed on nectar?"

"Not exactly, they can convert the nectar into something more valuable - honey."

Hua Mi said, taking out a bottle of Moon Sleeping Flower Honey from the box and throwing it towards her.

He caught the war hammer and held it in his hand for a closer look. There was a bit of curiosity in the intimidating yellow vertical pupils.

"It has a wide range of uses. It can be used to soak water, it can also be applied to food to season it, it can be coated on the surface of food, and it can even prevent spoilage."

This is no exaggeration.

Pure natural honey can indeed prevent food from spoiling.

Because honey is rich in antioxidants, acidic substances, and other trace antibacterial substances, as well as its high sugar content, these can effectively inhibit the survival and reproduction of microorganisms.

Theoretically, pure natural honey will never go bad.

As long as it is properly preserved, it can still be eaten even if it lasts hundreds or thousands of years.

I remember reading a report that archaeologists discovered a jar of honey in an Egyptian pyramid at the beginning of the last century. More than three thousand years later, it was determined that it had not deteriorated and was edible.

"Honey can not only be eaten, but can also be applied externally. If you are injured and there is no wound medicine around, you can apply honey on the wound as an emergency, which can effectively kill bacteria and prevent infection."

Hua Mi made it clear that she should treat the wound quickly.

It hurt just to look at it, but she didn't react at all.

After listening to Hua Mi's words, the red-skinned elf not only did not treat the wound, but instead stretched out a finger, poked it in and stirred it.

The corner of Hua Mi's mouth twitched, and goosebumps appeared all over her body.

There is a perversion.

"The fighting elves don't feel pain. On the battlefield, no matter how seriously injured they are, they will keep fighting forward until they die as long as they still have the strength."

Her voice was low and calm: "If more than ten mad warriors gather together, they will trigger war fever. If they are injured, they will become irritable and irritable. Their strong bodies... these are all characteristics designed for war. We A natural war machine."

"..."

Hua Mi couldn't understand her emotion when she said this.

Is it self-deprecation or pride?

But Hua Mi can easily distinguish the subsequent emotional expressions.

The anger was palpable:

"After the war, our creators saw us as a threat and instead wanted to implement a genocidal plan against the mad war. To this day, a thousand years later, we are still expelled and oppressed by those white-skinned elves."

Warhammer took his finger out of the wound and stared at the blood stained on it, his expression became fanatical: "But the situation will not always be like this. When we capture the Emerald Palace - sooner or later, they will bear the pain of thousands of years of accumulation. The rage is scorching!"

"..."

Hua Mi didn't answer.

It's useless for you to tell me this, I'm not interested.

After all, I'm just a honey seller.

"It can be applied externally to wounds at any time, but if you want to take it internally, I have to remind you that it will make you fall asleep. The worse your physical condition is, the stronger the sleep-aid effect will be. In your current state, you can probably fall asleep on the spot after just one bite. die."

Hua Mi's implication was to ask her to find a safe place to take it before taking it, and not to faint here.

Warhammer looked at him seriously: "Bee Whisperer, you are my friend now."

Hua Mi replied calmly: "Easy to say."

"So friends, where are we staying tonight?"

"..."

Hua Mi glanced at her silently.

His silence was deafening.

Warhammer spread his hands: "I need a safe place to rest and recuperate. That white-skinned man is like a bloodhound, chasing him very closely, and there is not much time to rest along the way."

Hua Mi was speechless.

You also said she looks like a bloodhound.

How can you lure a dog to a friend's house?

"Don't worry, if she tracks me, I will leave immediately."

That being said...

Hua Mi pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly had an idea and said, "I have a place where I may be able to avoid tracking, but you may need to aggrieve yourself."

Warhammer laughed hoarsely a few times: "Aggrieved? No matter how harsh the environment we are in, we, the Berserker clan, will never frown. Tell me where it is, a swamp, a haunted ruins? Or maybe an underground dark area? ? Even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, I will jump down without hesitation."

"Calm down first. It's not like mountains of swords and seas of fire." Hua Mi took out the magic box from under his black robe and walked to an open space to unfold it. "This prop can accommodate living creatures. After closing, it will be an independent space. I think it should be able to avoid Let’s start tracking.”

"A space prop that can accommodate living objects?" Warhammer squatted on the edge of the well and looked down. "This is really rare. General portable space props can only accommodate dead objects, and space extension magic requires a magic array to be arranged on the foundation. , unable to move...where did you get this thing?"

"Ahem, it's a gift from a friend. It's used to transport bees."

"It's a pity that the space is limited. If it were bigger and the soldiers could hide in it, they could break through the Emerald Palace from the inside..." Warhammer touched his chin and said to himself.

This is trying to play Trojan horse tactics.

To be honest, they are indeed a race born for war. They can associate everything with war, they are so persistent.

"Is there any way to expand the space? For example, it must be able to accommodate at least 1,000 fully armed Berserker soldiers."

"No."

Don't worry about your ruined war.

In fact, Hua Mi doesn't want to know about the magic of space extension.

That was what he needed to build his greenhouse.

Eventually, Warhammer decided to enter the Magic Box to recuperate.

Although she didn't believe in the magical effects of honey, she still gave Hua Mi a face, applied honey on the wound, and took another bite.

She swallowed the honey in her mouth and raised her head: "Sweets are only things that fair-skinned people like to eat. We, the crazy warriors, prefer to eat spicy and exciting food."

Oh, I even picked it up.

Hua Mi urged: "Go in quickly."

"Um."

Warhammer nodded and jumped down without saying a word.

"There is a ladder."