News (Part One)

"Not bad. Another batch of fine fertilizer." Romon eagerly collected the Demons' right ears as proof of their deaths, then slipped the bodies into the Shennong Horn Space.

Watching the space continue to grow put him in an excellent mood.

He worked quickly. Long practice had made him adept at it: collecting the ears and bodies of thirty Imps took him less than three minutes. Another miracle, by any measure.

Once he had secretly stored the bodies, Romon mounted his horse with the small bag of ears and headed toward a distant stream.

The path at the foot of the mountain was rough. But Romon was an Eleventh Level High-Level Druid, and with his skill at handling animals, he rode steadily. The stream was five or six minutes from the village. By the time he arrived, Tekaxiu had applied the medicine and, apart from looking a little pale, seemed remarkably well.

"My lord, this medicine works wonders! Where did you buy it? I'll get a few bottles to keep on hand!" Tekaxiu raised the porcelain bottle as he spoke.

Romon smiled. "I made that healing potion. As long as you keep fighting hard, I'll keep supplying you with it."

"Oh, so you made it, my lord." Tekaxiu grew excited. "It's amazingly effective. Is it an intermediate healing potion?"

"How does the wound feel?" Romon had every confidence in his potion. Besides an intermediate healing spell, it contained other expensive herbs that greatly improved its effect.

After all, expensive herbs flourished in the space. The Tree Spirit could now harvest a batch every two months and put it in storage.

"Great! The wound started closing as soon as I put it on. It was the first time I'd ever seen my own flesh move! At first, it was pretty disgusting," Tekaxiu