On the platform of Steel Castle, Abel sat in a chair transformed from War Fortress. On the table, which had likewise been transformed, sat a cup of Water Spirit Fruit juice. The juice had been made from Water Spirit Fruits picked from the successfully transplanted Water Spirit Fruit trees in Bloody Camp of the Dark World.
A month had passed since the previous transplantation of the Water Spirit Fruit trees. During that time, the trees in Bloody Camp had completely stabilized.
In particular, whenever a Water Spirit Fruit was picked, a new flower would sprout from the spot where it had been picked, and another Water Spirit Fruit would grow there again within a short time.
With the care of the Tree of Life and the High Elves, the Water Spirit Fruit trees had become a stable food supply for the High Elves, while also providing Abel with a sufficiently stable supply of Water Spirit Fruits.
Only afterward did he learn that, because of him, Water Spirit Fruits had become extremely sought-after throughout the Central Continent. Of course, no one knew that he had long since stopped drinking the Water Spirit Fruit juice produced by the Elf race.
As time passed, the Water Spirit Fruits produced by the trees in Bloody Camp of the Dark World tasted better and better. Since they grew in an environment rich in mana, the fruits had not only changed in flavor—the Natural Power within them had also become so dense that it could help Druids cultivate.
What delighted Abel most, however, was not the Water Spirit Fruit trees, but the fifty mu of medicinal fields. By now, the entire fifty mu had been covered with medicinal herbs.
One month on the Central Continent was equivalent to a year and more than half a year