The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

Moran walked all the way down the mountain, shot a giant deer, a mountain tiger, and carried a nest of fat badgers. When he was about to go back, the mountain wind brought a thick, sticky and weird smell.

The source of the smell was still outside the range of her wind-sensing technique.

Curious, she walked over there and found a heather tree with red leaves in bloom.

The smell of flowers is off-putting, but it's over two hundred years old.

It’s still a primary magic plant! Flowers can be used to make insect-attracting potions. This kind of potion is more complicated than insect-killing potions. It attracts bugs together and then poisons them to death.

A magical plant that is more than two hundred years old must have a wider root system, be more spiritual, and know more!

Moran held his nose and walked over and used the tree friend technique.

"It's a witch! Do you think I smell good?"

Moran: "..."

As expected of a tree that has lived for so many years, it has its own ideas.

"Stinky." Moran said directly.

There is no mention in the magic book of tree friends that you need to take care of the mood of the tree when casting a spell to ask for news.

Tree friend magic is actually a kind of transaction. The witches convert their magic power into the spiritual energy that the trees like and give them, and the trees provide some help to the witches.

Otherwise, there would be no trees that are not old enough. The witches use tree friends to improve their spirituality little by little and become plant monitors and home guards.

This tree has such a high spirituality. It seems that it has not only lived a long time, but also must have been performed many times with the Tree Friend Technique.

A witch's magical bargain is not so easily broken.

There is no need to worry about angering the tree and causing it to cause harm. The tree's spirituality is not high enough to produce such complex thoughts.

Sure enough, I could only feel the displeasure coming from the red-leaf heather: "What do you want from me? Just finish asking and leave! Don't stink up your sweet-smelling little witch!"

"I want to know the situation nearby, what giant beasts are there, what magical plants are there, are there any minerals underground, and by the way, are there any little witches living nearby?" Moran said.

"Giant beasts? A deer and a tiger are already in your bag. In addition, in the direction of the mountain wind, there is a big river, and there are some big crocodiles in the river...

As for magic plants, walk in the direction where the sun rises and climb over three hills. There is a little witch with green grass leaves that are fresh all year round on her head. She has gathered all the nearby magic plants into her own hill... Except me. "

Moran: "???"

A little witch with green grass growing on her head that is always fresh all year round? Which senior in the fourth grade planted grass on their head?

Heather seems to be autistic and unwilling to talk anymore.

But there should be no problem with the news it said, at least to it, it was the truth.

Just go and see what's going on and you'll find out.

Thinking of its faint sense of grievance at the end, Moran finally said:

"The senses of witches are different from those of plants, beasts, and insects. We think you are smelly, but that doesn't hinder you, and the bugs around you think you are fragrant.

And your taste is quite useful.

I'll put another tree friend spell on you, and I'll pick some flowers and go. "

Red-leaf Photinia: "You can pick it...pick more~~~"

Moran smiled, and it took in what he said.

I patted the trunk, it was such an awkward tree!

She took out a piece of cloth folded into the size of a coin from her bag. After removing the reduction surgery, the small piece of cloth turned into a large piece of cloth. After unfolding, it turned into a piece of cloth larger than a bed sheet and spread it under the tree. .

Then, he used a small amount of force to roll up the flower clusters on the tree, and then they fell on the cloth, and soon they piled up into a big pile.

"Okay!" Moran wrapped the cloth, shrunk it down, and held it in his hand: "I'm leaving!"

Red-leaved Photinia: "I am different from other Photinia. It blooms in summer and bears fruit in spring. Next time you pick flowers, don't miss the time!"

"Got it!" Moranti slipped the bulging little bundle and returned the same way.

*

Next to the camp on the top of the mountain, Vasida and Sylph were immersed in their math homework.

"Sylph, how did you do this question?"

"I...I don't know how to do it either. I just write the answer casually. Don't write it the same as me. The dean will find out!"

"Oh my god! It's okay! I don't want another exercise book! Alas! Mathematics is more terrifying than the thunder of homework. When can I finish it!"

"Vashida, do you smell anything?"

"I smelled it too! This smelly wind is so strange! It seems like it was poured into our noses... No, it's such obvious wind magic!"

Vashida felt an unnatural wind elemental force, as if it was patting her face and telling her "I'm not normal."

Looking again, the man walking out of the forest solved the case: "Molan!"

"What kind of wind magic is this? Why does it smell so bad? Poison wind magic?" Sylph asked, covering her nose with a serious look.

"Hahaha! How can there be any poisonous wind technique? It's just an ordinary use of wind elemental power. It can't even be called magic. It's the smell that comes from it!"

Moran shook the small bundle in his hand.

"What is this?" Vasida threw her homework aside and came closer to ask.

Even smelling the smelly baggage is better than continuing to read math problems.

"Red-leaved heather!" Moran said: "I met a red-leaved heather tree at the foot of the mountain and picked it from it."

"Red-leafed Photinia?" The name brought back bad memories for Vasida. There was also a small tree in greenhouse No. 1. When it bloomed, it made her walk around: "Why did you pick this?"

"You can make insect-attracting potion! When building a residence in the wild, you must do a good job of pest control.

Sprinkle the insect-attracting potion outside the residence to attract all the surrounding insects and kill them all. Then sprinkle the insect repellent potion, and there will be no trouble with mosquitoes around the residence!

It happened to be the flowering season. I may not be able to encounter it next time. I picked a lot. I will extract their plant essence later. It will be enough for the three of us to use for a long time." Moran said.

"Okay!" Thinking of the effect of the insect-attracting potion, Vasida felt that the smell was tolerable.

"Moran, this heather tree is quite spiritual, right? Have you heard any useful information?" Sylph asked.

"Really! Going east over three mountains is the residence of a senior sister. The heather tree said that it was a little witch with green grass on her head. I don't know who it is." Moran said.

"Head growing grass?" Vasida and Sylph thought about all the seniors in the fourth grade, but they still couldn't figure out who had the habit of growing grass on their heads.

"There are no large flying beasts around here. We'll know tomorrow morning when we go on a broom. It's three mountains away, not far away."

Moran said, taking out the prey he had hunted.