Tasting Party
Landen was still chatting with the high-level Beech, Ernst, when he heard the voice of his ancestor Halcala ring out from the side. "Everyone! Time to eat!"
The Wood Elf flew through the sky, while several Elf Druids followed behind her on the ground, working together to push a wooden cart. On the cart sat an oversized salt-boiling pot.
After defeating the Ratman tribe, Landen had immediately butchered the high-level Magic Rat. In his eyes, Magic Rat meat was not much different from mid-level Magic Beast meat; both were high-grade magic potions.
However, after Yawenni received a small portion of rat meat, she asked when the tasting party would be held.
Seeing the puzzled look in the blond elf's eyes, Landen thought her princess syndrome was acting up, and could only bite the bullet and explain, "Our territory probably can't hold banquets every day."
"Mm, I'm afraid you misunderstood what I meant." The elf looked at Landen, then suddenly realized something. "Don't tell me you don't know how high-level magic meat is supposed to be eaten at all?"
Well. This had truly run straight into Landen's blind spot.
He asked carefully, "Isn't it eaten by putting it in your mouth?"
Yawenni looked at Landen with a face full of disdain. "I knew it. No wonder you just handed me a chunk of meat."
When a person reached the level of Archmage, his body and the Magic Web would gradually fuse. A mage's magic pool could be seen as an extension of the body within the Magic Web. For knights, the bloodline in their bodies would store magic, making their bodies more and more like a small Magic Web.
This was also why, after reaching the high ranks, the height of the Human Race almost no longer increased. Their