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Chapter 35 Stereotypes are deadly!
Once his wounds had almost healed, Loren used his transformation to turn into human form.

He glanced at the time and saw that there were still a few hours until six o'clock in the afternoon, so he used magic to collect the broken magic crystal ore.

He then removed the left rings of the fully charged, anti-magic handcuffs, put them on his limbs, and began to train his absorption and control of magic.

Two more hours passed.

Loren slowly opened his eyes, sensing the magic flowing within his body.

"Has more than 90% been absorbed?"

Loren estimated that if he recharged the bracelet once more, he should be able to completely absorb the uncut magic crystals he had swallowed last time before it was used up.

"That way, we can have one serving of magic crystal ore a day."

Loren was somewhat pleased.

Although this will exacerbate the depletion of his resource reserves, resources are meant to be used to improve oneself.

What's more, he also has a small magic crystal mine in the buffer zone that he can use.

After stretching his body again, Loren removed the anti-magic handcuffs, took them back to charge, and glanced at the magic crystal terminal.

Having convinced himself that the other party would condescend to come to the ogre kebab shop in the lower city, Loren composed himself and prepared to go out.

Although it wasn't six o'clock yet, he decided to go and reserve a spot to see how things went.

He realized that he might have been making some assumptions before.

After all, we haven't actually met him yet, so who knows what that great druid is like or what his temperament is like?

If he also judges others based on stereotypes, then what's the difference between him and those guys who always think dragons are all rich dead?

With that thought in mind, Loren straightened himself up, left the demiplane, and headed towards the ogre's Black Stone Grill.

To Loren's surprise, the great druid was already there when he arrived at the black market kebab shop.

It's not even 6 p.m. yet.

Loren spotted the old man chewing heartily in the crowd at a glance.

He had a full head of white hair, wore a long robe made of linen, and wore earrings made of oak leaves. He inspected each table, and his hands emitted a green glow, indicating that he was using healing abilities.

He kept shouting as he received treatment.

"I'm not going to treat you for nothing, you have to give me this skewer!"

Judging from the way the people around him looked at him and how familiar they were with him, he was quite the foodie.

Loren was completely dumbfounded.

He found that the druid profession always seemed to bring him unexpected surprises.

Whether it was the previous wood elf lady who was ready to unleash a massacre without saying a word, or the one before us...

It seems that even Archdruids don't seem to mind cities and lower districts at all.

Is this right?
Logically speaking, many residents of the downtown area work in polluting industries.

Even with the filtering effect of elven technology, isn't it still sewage discharge for druids?

This is different from what's in Dragon's Legacy and the news on the Magic Crystal Terminal!

Aren't you guys afraid of green?
How could he adapt to the downtown area better than I do?

Out of caution, Loren slowly approached the other party.

Before Loren could even ask a question, the old man turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Loren.

"Good job, kid. You found the top ten must-try vegetarian dishes in Greenleaf City. You have good taste. I like it."

He pulled out an arm that smelled of cumin and gave Loren a knowing look. "You don't seem to mind being here?"

Loren hesitated before asking.

"I was born here, why would I reject this place?"

The old man rolled his eyes, found a table, sat down, and began to speak with his hands spread out.
"What right do I have to reject this place?"

The old man's words surprised Loren. He found it hard to believe that a resident of the lower city would genuinely believe in the doctrines of the Druids.

After all, even in a green city like Cuiye City, the green coverage rate in the lower city is less than one-tenth of that in the middle and upper city.

In addition, there are a large number of companies that cause some damage to the environment.

Even with the improved technology from the elves, some pollution will still occur.

But in the lower district, these businesses are also the lifeblood of the residents' livelihoods.

Even if he was a druid who took up his post when he was young and impetuous, how did he advance to the rank of archdruid under such a dilemma?
Isn't he supposed to protect nature?
Loren was very puzzled and gave the old man a questioning look.

"Kid, your idea is very rude."

Faced with Loren's question, the old man gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"Don't you find it strange that someone of my background could become a Grand Druid?"

Loren almost nodded, but held back.

That's extremely offensive!
"Do you think the situation in the downtown area is determined by business owners or by those in higher positions?"

"In a place like Greenleaf City, who do you think is the one who decides the fate of this environment?"

The old man's words were like a lightning bolt, piercing through the fog in Loren's heart.

Yes, the core industrial technologies of Greenleaf City were inherited from the Elf race.

Although it is outdated technology, it is still relatively advanced compared to some cities, especially in terms of pollution control.

The best human class to form an alliance with the elves is the druid.

"When did you come up with this idea and choose to become a Druid?"

Loren swallowed hard. His two lifetimes, plus the information explosion era of his previous life, had given him a considerable understanding of the world.

But the other person must have been quite young when they chose Druid as their class.

Given a human's age, if they don't start working early, and considering the economic conditions of the lower city, is it possible to reach Tier 3? Is it due to exceptional talent?
Did they think of this when they were just a young kid?
"What, you want to probe this old man's secrets?"

The old man stared at Loren with a grin, and the sweeping gaze made the little red dragon a little uncomfortable.

He felt that the old man in front of him was a little bit more skilled than himself.

It seems that none of the prepared scripts, ideas, and conditions are needed.

Stereotypes are deadly! Who said druids are all a bunch of rigid, hardliners?
Loren thought to himself, but conversely, he also completely relaxed.

The other party clearly had no intention of kicking him out, which meant that his job application was close to success.

"It was the day my father was unable to work due to an injury, and our whole family was kicked out of the factory."

"That day I was starving, and I was thinking how nice it would be if I were a druid."

"I have the skills to heal my father's broken arm so he can go back to work."

"If I can plant trees, there will be more trees and flowers in the lower city, so that when people are hungry, they will have tree bark to chew on."

"I can communicate with the fairies, so I can introduce new pollution control equipment, and then the fish in the river will be safe to eat."

The old man spoke calmly, as if the person in the story was not himself.

(End of this chapter)