Unica nodded slightly, acknowledged the other two, and picked one up for herself.
She examined it carefully for a moment, then clicked her tongue in amazement. "Wizard Dole, we've met the finest herbal cultivators among the humans and tasted what they grew, but compared to you, each has their own strengths."
After giving her appraisal, she parted her lovely lips and took a light bite, then swallowed it all and chewed gently.
Her movements were graceful, dignified, and beautiful, every gesture poised and generous. Dole could not help but marvel. In both appearance and bearing, the Elf Race had practically reached the pinnacle of life itself.
Unica wore an intoxicated expression.
Seeing this, Frel and Canosha also took a small bite, then looked somewhat surprised.
This fruit was quite good.
Seeing how pleased they were with the fruit, Dole felt rather smug. Elves were born with an affinity for plants; earning their approval proved that his creation truly was good.
He gestured for Karl to eat as well, then said, "I don't like beating around the bush. If there's something you need, just say it. If it's within my power, then for Karl's sake, I'll definitely help."
Karl was the first Wizard Dole had met after entering the Northern Kingdom. He was also the comrade who had led him through hardship after hardship, across a thousand miles, sharing life and death with him. Such a bond was pure and unbreakable. So long as the request was not excessive, Dole would not refuse.
Unica glanced at Karl, signaling for him to speak first.
Karl was a little embarrassed. He had already troubled Dole many times.
He steadied himself, then gritted his teeth and said, "There are quite a few renowned pharmacists in the northwest, but very few are above Level Eight.