After taking a few seconds to grasp the meaning behind Abner's words, Derrick the Sun immediately grew excited and could not help asking, "Mr. Tower? Do you really have a Secret Art that can eliminate madness and toxins?
"And you're willing to teach it to us?"
Although the City of Silver had found Black-Faced Grass and thus gained a relatively safe source of food, they still hunted some Monsters, gathered their flesh and blood, and picked the fruits of mutated plants as "side dishes."
Especially when carrying out missions outside the city, they could not bring too much flour ground from Black-Faced Grass. They could only hunt Monsters nearby and roast them over a fire for consumption after their characteristics had dissipated.
However, this caused a certain accumulation of toxins and contamination, leading to problems in both mind and body. They could not keep consuming such food continuously and needed sufficiently long intervals.
During every mission, there were always people who died because of these mental and physical problems...
If there really was a Secret Art that could eliminate contamination and restore the body and mind to their original state, the survival rate of the City of Silver's exploration teams would likely rise considerably!
How could Derrick not be excited?
"Don't get too excited. This is only an exchange... and it's also the first step in demonstrating our value." Abner smiled and soothed him.
Derrick the Sun took several deep breaths upon hearing that, calming himself before solemnly saying, "When I return, I'll tell the Chief about this. I believe he'll definitely be willing to trade that book for this Secret Art."
Alger the Hanged Man sighed inwardly and had no choice but to speak up. "Going to tell him so directly would be far too abrupt. If I were