Mature Fluorite Mushrooms had a very obvious sign: their green glow disappeared, leaving them dull and lusterless.
In the birch forest, many of the earliest batch of Fluorite Mushrooms planted had already become dull and lusterless.
The serfs of Magic Potion Tunic carried baskets through the woods, searching for these mature Fluorite Mushrooms. Once harvested, they could be transported to Fluorite Castle and made into Magic Potion.
"What a pity there are too few trees. The newly planted trees haven't grown out yet, and they aren't suitable for parasitizing Fluorite Mushrooms either." Charles followed behind Russell, speaking with some regret. "We'll have to wait at least another year before we can fill the Fluorite Mushroom Potion quota."
"It's all right. Take it slow." Russell was not anxious at all now.
With two sprites in hand, what was there to worry about? Besides, worrying would not help; the territory simply did not have enough people.
Of course.
The main reason was that Russell had found a way in his lucid dream to devour the Hail Bead and Ice Soul Bead, so the urgency of developing the territory had begun to decline.
Before he knew it, it was already noon.
Russell ended his inspection of Magic Potion Tunic and called everyone back to the manor annex to have lunch with him.
Even though Butler Morris had specifically instructed the kitchen to treat it with the grandeur of a holiday feast, there were still not many dishes at lunch—fewer than twenty in total.
Yet Russell ate with particular pleasure, because this was his own manor annex. Naturally, eating in his own home made him happy. Moreover, the food prepared by Mrs. Moore and Mrs. Brown had been refined under his guidance and suited his tastes more and more.
"Reward them!" Satisfied with the