The Country Planted by Ancestors

"The strength of this potion of yours is a little too weak, Landen, but with bubbles in it, the taste really is quite good." At the welcome banquet for their ancestor, Princess Halkara happily appraised the various fine brews of Landen's household, without the slightest air of an elder.

"As long as you like it," Landen said, nodding very obediently. "My thought is that since we have so many Magic Plants, we should make several more flavors. In the future, it could become an industry for the territory."

"Good, good! Over these past few hundred years, I've saved up lots of Magic Plants and magic fungi. We can open a potion workshop together as partners. I guarantee it'll be hugely popular!" As Princess Halkara spoke, she took out another bottle herself and drained it in one gulp.

"Mm, no problem. I'll have to send a bottle from the first batch of potions to everyone in the Fiat Family!"

"Landen, why give it to their family? Even if we have potions, we can't waste them like that." Albert and Hark were baffled.

"Landen, don't do that. There are still good people in their family. Wiping out an entire household is a bit much," Ben advised with a laugh.

Their ancestor mixed mushroom soup, fine wine, and distilled liquor together and drank it. Before long, it had gone to her head again, and she was helped to the Elf Garden by Knight Order Commander Yawenni Golden Moon and Kaiyi. That was the elven rest area Princess Halkara had personally designed and built, and the magical environment within was even richer than that inside the Royal Palace.

"My Lord? What did you invite our ancestor back for? I feel like she'd be quite happy drinking anywhere. There's no need to bring her back