In Cloud Marsh Wetland, Thomas Lysen's avatar appeared in Rose Town of the Rose Council.
He stood before a flower shop, waiting for someone. In the meantime, he casually bought some Peach Snow Mountain Rose. The champagne-colored roses looked warm and gentle, like a snow-covered mountain brushed with peach hues. They had clearly been cultivated with great care.
Wizard Thomas casually took out a vase, then a pair of scissors. He cut the twenty First-Ring Magic Plant Peach Snow Mountain Rose, which ranked S-grade according to stem length. The Flower Language Master in the shop saw this and his expression shifted slightly. Those twenty Peach Snow Mountain Roses were worth two million Magic Stones altogether. They were top-grade flowers. If arranged by a Flower Language Master, they could become an excellent magic bouquet and prove useful on all kinds of occasions.
He had assumed the old wizard before him was a Flower Language Master. Otherwise, why would he directly buy such expensive individual rose magic plants? Yet judging from the other party's technique, he was clearly a novice—crude beyond belief. His technique was abysmal. He was simply ruining the flowers.
This Flower Language Master immediately urged him to stop. "Wait, Wizard. Your technique is wrong. The stems do need to be cut, but you have to avoid crushing them. Crushing damages the vascular bundles of cut flowers, causing them to die very quickly. You must use sharp scissors and cut at an angle. That's the most basic common sense."
"Oh, and you used ordinary scissors to cut them? Handling cut flowers requires specially made scissors, as well as training in specialized techniques. Flower Language Masters may look like a branch of Breeding Science, but over time, we've developed many different professional standards and areas of knowledge."
"Stranger, your handling is