[Trait: Harvesting Hand]
[Description: I have tilled that barren land, I have shed my last drop of sweat, I have nurtured the tender seedlings; from now on, a bountiful harvest will be my reward.]
[Effect: Increases the yield of crops harvested by you by 30%.]
After carefully reading the description of the Harvesting Hand, Silan felt fairly satisfied.
Although there was no opportunity to choose the affixes this time, the trait affixes that were redeemed were still quite effective.
"Production increased by 30%..."
Silan's gaze fell on the effect description in the last line.
The effect is simple and straightforward.
He picked another Tonguefire Grass, plucked off its leaves and petals, and shook the seeds out onto a white cloth beside him.
The number of seeds from this plant has indeed increased significantly.
"The advantages and disadvantages of this entry are quite obvious," Silan muttered to herself, counting the Tonguefire Grass seeds on the white cloth. "It can't directly increase the yield of the plant; instead, I have to harvest it myself..."
"From now on, leave the planting of herbs to Neville, and I'll just take care of harvesting them when they're ripe."
Silan quickly came up with a plan in his mind.
In any case, as a fully automated herb-growing kit, Neville allows you to enjoy the process of growing herbs.
Leave the hard work of picking and harvesting to me.
This is a good opportunity for Neville to rest.
Having considered this, Silan continued picking Tonguefire Grass.
An hour later, Silan had harvested all the mature Tonguefire Grass seeds.
The bright red Tonguefire Grass seeds were packed into several large glass bottles by Silan, filling a total of five large jars.
The Harvesting Hand paired with the Resource Saver is a perfect match—one increases crop yields, and the other saves on key resources when brewing Potions.
For a long time, Silan would not lack Tonguefire Grass seeds.
They could even save a batch to feed Fawkes, to improve their Animal Bloodline proficiency.
Silan carefully sealed and stored the Tonguefire Grass seeds, then looked greedily at the herb garden that Neville had been tending to.
Thanks to Neville's continuous and unremitting efforts, the plantation area has expanded significantly compared to before, and the variety of herbs planted has also increased considerably.
"Dittany, Belladonna, Chomping Cabbage, Foxglove, Bellflower... these are all ripe."
After surveying the plantation from the side, Silan rolled up his sleeves.
I'm sorry, Neville.
I'll reap the rewards of your labor.
There's nothing we can do about it; if we leave the harvesting to Neville, we'll lose 30% of our yield.
Not making a profit is a loss.
Silan preferred to give 30% of the production to Neville as compensation rather than let it go to waste.
After several hours of work, Silan finally harvested all the mature herbs from the plantation and sorted and stored them.
After stepping out of her Suitcase, Silan spent some time in the Rest Room to relax.
Neville, who had just entered from outside, saw Silan and his eyes lit up. He quickly walked over.
"You're here, Silan, I've finally found you," Neville said.
"What's wrong?"
"Professor Sprout said that if the two of us had time, we could help her transplant Mandrake."
"Their acne has healed. They just need another transplant to experience what it's like to leave their homeland, and they'll grow up."
"Then it can be used as material. In this way, those students who were petrified will be cured."
Neville was somewhat excited, and he spoke much faster.
He felt extremely proud to be able to participate in saving his classmates.
Although I'm not as powerful as Silan in subduing the Basilisk, I can help my classmates in other ways!
"Now?" Silan asked.
"It's tomorrow afternoon." Neville scratched his head a little sheepishly. "Besides letting you know, I also wanted to go to the plantation to pick some herbs. Many of them are already ripe..."
"Uh... actually, I've already finished picking them," Silan couldn't help but say.
Neville's previously enthusiastic expression instantly crumbled, and his face, already somewhat angular from years of hard work, looked utterly dejected.
He always felt that helping Silan manage the plantation was the only place where he could make a difference.
Now, Silan has suddenly taken his job.
This made Neville start to have all sorts of wild thoughts.
"Is it because I didn't do well?" Neville asked, somewhat at a loss.
Silan stood up and patted him on the shoulder.
"It's not your fault; you've managed the plantation very well."
"I completely trust you in this matter."
"But..."
At this point, Silan paused, looked into Neville's eyes, and a sense of reluctance welled up within her.
He sighed heavily and looked at Neville with a serious expression, "Your work is too hard."
"So I really can't bear to leave the task of picking herbs to you."
"Look, you've gotten so tanned."
"We're good friends, so I feel I should share some of your workload."
Silan spoke these words with an air of righteous indignation and seriousness, as if she genuinely wanted to make things easier for Neville.
Neville felt both moved and ashamed upon hearing this.
Silan is so good to me!
They're so thoughtful to help me with my work!
His time and energy are so precious; he should have spent them studying advanced magic, yet he was willing to do such tedious things as gathering herbs for me.
It was just to make things easier for me.
Is there any better friend in the world?
Thinking of this, Neville was moved to tears, feeling that Silan was truly incredibly caring and considerate towards him.
As a wizard, I may never achieve great things in magic in my life, but I have the best friends in the world!
Neville choked up and said, "Thank you, Silan, you're my best friend."
"You too." Silan smiled and patted Neville on the shoulder.
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
"As your friend, I really can't bear to see you working so hard," Silan said earnestly. "From now on, you'll be in charge of planting the herbs, and I'll be in charge of harvesting them, how about that?"
"Absolutely no problem!"
Neville nodded vigorously, silently encouraging himself.
I will study herbal medicine more diligently and cultivate herbal medicines more diligently.
As my best friend, I offer my utmost loyalty to Silan!
Loyalty!
Neville's eyes were piercing, and his heart was filled with power.
"You truly are my good friend." Silan patted Neville on the shoulder with great trust. "I feel at ease with you here."
"You should go back and rest first. We'll go see Professor Sprout tomorrow."
Neville nodded, like a warrior who had accepted a great mission, and strode away with firm steps.
Go back to your studies!
From now on, the plantation will be my home!
Silan packed up the herbs she had picked, intending to bring them to Professor Sprout the next day.
These things are very useful to him.