Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 Zhao Mai, who had taken a nap, stretched vigorously, threw the little furry dog ​​off his shoulder, and lay on the ground humming. After teasing with his fingers, the puppy calmed down after being put back on his shoulder, like a chicken hiding under the wings of a hen.

　　 "Start training tomorrow, take a good rest today." A squirrel held a note and blocked Zhao Mai's path. It shook its big tail, looked at Zhao Mai with black bean-like eyes, and shook its small sharp mouth. Zhao Mai had a sharp heart, and took a large acorn from the pile of dried fruits in the corner of the room. The squirrel hugged the acorn with both hands, filled his cheeks all at once, nodded and stomped away and ran away.

　　 Being able to receive training is good news for Zhao Mai. Only with the ability to protect himself can he go deep into the forest to find valuable treasures, and he can travel through the jungle to see the town. Destiny gold coins will only appear in the form of various currencies. The old ranger only has living supplies in his home, and I am afraid he will not store coins or the like.

　　 The training of a real ranger, this is very attractive to a modern person. Even if you use firearms as a soldier, you are not more passionate about fighting with cold weapons. The wild of the fantasy world is truly a primitive place full of wild beasts. It can survive in this environment for many years, and its ability is far more powerful than various "explorers".

　　 Even Pei hasn't peeled Chimera's skin, right? Zhao Mai did it. The crocodile may be the limit of Pui's melee ability, right? I don't know what kind of beast Carl killed. If I can bring a dragon skin back, I don't know if I can shock the world.

　　 Thinking of this, Zhao Mai was taken aback, and a good idea came to his mind. Even if you don't focus on things like gold, silver and gems, it may be easier to bring some living creatures back. Not to mention dragon eggs and the like, bringing a griffon egg back to hatch, it is absolutely priceless. The rich are vying to build bigger yachts, but who can have a griffon?

　　 But let alone dragons, even griffins are not easy to deal with. Without strong personal force, it can only be an act of sending dinner. Zhao Mai measured it and found that his current force could not even beat a war horse, ranking first among the carnivores in the entire ranger territory. Oh, that's not right, it should rank better than the puppy on your shoulder.

　　 It’s okay if I can’t use force now. After all, I haven’t received training in this area since I was a child, so I just seize the opportunity to improve. If you want to practice your physical fitness, you need to keep up with the nutrition. The meat should seem to be adequate, but the coarse salt is really not swallowed.

　　 The old ranger can teach himself kindness, and kindness should be rewarded with kindness. Anyway, there is nothing to do this afternoon, it is better to boil the salt.

　　 He climbed down from the tree and told Carl and Solu this idea. The old ranger smiled and nodded, encouraging him to do it, but the Orc had an expression of "I don't believe it". He didn't want to help either, and after a few words with Carl, he ran out.

　　 It’s no wonder they didn’t believe it, because salt as fine as flour is only available in elves, and only coarse salt is available to other races. This is mainly because the body of the elves is relatively weak, not as strong as a dwarf's body to tolerate toxins, and there is no problem in eating coarse salt. Because they need strict detoxification, the finest fine salt of the elves is processed by special magic, and the second-class also requires complex alchemy. People of other races want to know the secrets of elves, but they haven't found anything for hundreds of years.

　　 Ranger Carl knows that there is a salt mine in Nebo town. He digs salt from the deep ground, crushes it and sells it to all directions. That kind of salt has less impurities and can be sold for every pound of hardware coins. what is this concept? The price of basic and high-grade silver ore is equal, 250 times the price of potatoes of the same weight.

　　 This is just coarse salt. There is no standard price for the fine alchemical salt of the elves, but a small amount of it in the form of luxury auctions. The magic of the elves can be leaked, and the technique of fine salt alchemy has not been stolen, so Carl does not believe that "Mike" can really make fine salt. He thought that the young man could at best improve the taste of salt and cover up the bitterness.

　　 For him, this is a child's game, and it only needs encouragement. So when Zhao Mai held "Ci Hai" and kept asking him for some tools, he was smiling and contented. In fact, there are no weird things: a few pots, a few pots, some firewood, and a large chunk of rock salt dug from a cave.

　　 These rock salt villagers don't eat very much. Carl eats this salt mainly to save money. He watched Zhao Mai crush the rock salt and grind it into a powder with stones-although the particles were completely uneven. Then the salt powder was thrown into the pot and stirred while boiling, turning into a yellowish brown cloudy liquid.

　　 took off the T-shirt, folded it, and used it as the original filter. The turbid liquid can become clearer.

　　 Wash the clothes and do it again. The condition of the liquid can be better, but it is almost at the limit. The following work requires the help of charcoal powder. After filtering it again this time, the liquid became clear and transparent.

　　 The remaining work is to steam the water, and what remains at the bottom of the pot is pure salt. This is definitely not as good as the refined salt produced by a large amount of industrial preparation, and there is still some light brown in the snow white.

　　 Twist it with your fingers and taste it, it doesn't feel irritating anymore. If you can use serious gauze and the quality of charcoal is better, maybe you can continue to improve the quality of salt.

　　 A fist-sized piece of coarse salt turned into a half bowl of fine salt, Zhao Mai took it and went to the old ranger Karl. The old man was holding a purplish hardwood in the tree hole and couldn't help looking at it. He stroked his fingers back and forth on the rough surface, as if he was feeling the power hidden under the skin of the wood.

　　 "Look, I made the salt." Zhao Mai respectfully placed the pottery bowl in front of the old man. Carl always gives him the feeling of being an old man at home, and his behavior reveals a special closeness, so he unconsciously brings the respect that younger generations have to elders.

　　 The old ranger glanced at the pottery bowl, his eyes suddenly widened. He put down the hardwood, stretched out three fingers and dipped in a pinch of salt, and put it on his tongue to taste it. The pure saltiness fills the mouth without the bitterness and sourness of coarse salt. He has never eaten the fine salt of the elves, so he can't make a comparison. But because the salt came from "Mike", he simply thought it was the best salt in the world.

　　 "You did a great job!" He complimented, and suddenly realized that the other party could not fully understand it. Glarion praised the opponent's gesture of raising his middle finger, because it was the longest finger and the most prominent. So he pointed his **** at Zhao Mai.

　　 Looking at the smiling expression on the old man's face, Zhao Mai knew that this shouldn't be cursing himself. After moving to the dictionary and asking it clearly, he felt strange. "With us, a thumbs up is praise, because the thumb is the thickest."

　　 After finally understanding both sides, Karl gave him a thumb. Then the bowl of salt was put aside, and he began to explain the training in a slow tone and simple vocabulary.

　　 Zhao Mai was very anxious and kept asking how much the fine salt he made could sell. The old man did not answer, only after being asked many times, he raised his eyebrows and slapped Zhao Mai on the head.

　　 "If you don't have the ability to survive, what is the use of gold coins? If you carry too much gold, your spine will be bent." He not only said it, but also wrote this sentence on paper. After Zhao Mai understood, he touched the part where he was beaten again, seeming to comfort him.

　　 Zhao Mai wanted to say, "Heroes are sometimes hard to die by a penny", but he also knows that the old ranger is kind. Since it was a good intention, don't destroy it, so he put the matter of fine salt aside first and learned vocabulary related to battle first.

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