Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 138 Cyst Poison Frog
In fact, Zellier was not surprised by Annie's orientation.

No matter what world you're in, there are bound to be some people with unusual or unusual preferences.

He simply never expected that he would be involved in such a thing.

After driving Yani away, Zellier happily returned to the stream to continue his fishing business.

Finally, in a small cove downstream from the waterfall, Zellier found several plump silverfish.

It was a natural pool formed by the riverbed bulging outwards, with slippery stone walls on three sides and only one narrow outlet.

In this situation, most people would probably just cut a tree branch to make a wooden spear and throw it to catch fish.

But a mage wouldn't use such a crude and inefficient method.

Ye Ning tapped lightly, and a blue light flashed.

Frostbite!
An extremely cold magical power instantly spread out!
Zellir froze that small patch of water completely.

Before the silver-scaled fish underwater could react, they were trapped inside, even retaining their swimming posture.

Then Zellir simply swung his sturdy Nightshade wand and chipped through the ice, easily catching four fish.

Each one was plump and large.

After throwing the fish into the bag, Zellier began looking for his next target. After repeating the above steps several times, Zellier caught a total of ten fish.

That should be enough to eat. Zellier weighed the bag in his hand.

On the other side, Bev also managed to collect the stone she liked.

They were all colorful pebbles, smooth and rounded by the stream.

She excitedly showed it to Zellier and even gave him one.

Girls love these quirky little gadgets!
Zellier put the stone in his pocket.

When he returned to the camp, he was stunned by the sight before him.

The tents were leaning precariously and were completely out of shape.

The members of the third squad were frantically struggling with a pile of metal supports.

One of the monks had his upper body covered by a waterproof tarpaulin, leaving only his legs exposed. He was running around like a zombie, making indistinct cries for help.

What are you doing?

Zell sighed helplessly.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at it..." Layton said somewhat embarrassedly.

Zellier could only step in and lend a hand, helping to set up the tent.

Marcus had picked a lot of fresh, edible wild vegetables and happened to see this scene, so he decided to come over and help.

At the camp, Instructor Lena and Instructor Manlin were nowhere to be found, and Hank and Isis were also nowhere to be seen.

After Zellir hammered the last stake for securing the windbreak rope into the ground, Valesgrave and Lant, who had gone hunting, returned.

"Luckily, we caught a deer." Gray beamed.

They dragged back a young adult elk, covered in beautiful brown fur, with its antlers just beginning to fork.

Vales was an excellent archer; he killed Vales with a single arrow that pierced his lung.

“That should be enough for everyone,” Vales said.

Lant seemed very excited as well.

Gray was in charge of processing the venison, just like he had skinned wolves in the Graywood Forest, first hanging the deer upside down to bleed them.

Then, skillfully peel, break down, and cut the skin.

Pieces of bright red venison with beautiful marbling were cut off, and excess fat and fascia were removed.

As darkness fell, two bonfires rose into the air.

The orange-red light reflected off the stone wall, dispelling the chill in the forest.

The processed venison was skewered on sharpened branches and roasted over a fire until it sizzled and dripped with oil, filling the camp with a rich aroma.

The guild prepared a lot of spices and seasonings in the supplies this time. Gray, like a chef, kept turning the venison to make it heat evenly.

Then sprinkle with salt and black pepper to make the aroma even more enticing.

On the other side of the fire, the fish soup that Zellier was in charge of was also bubbling away.

The fresh fish was simmered with the wild vegetables Marcus brought back, and the broth had turned an enticing snow-white color with an irresistible aroma.

The atmosphere at the camp reached its peak when the last piece of venison was roasted to a golden brown and crispy, and the delicious fish soup released its rich aroma.

Dinner was finally ready, and everyone gathered around two warm and bright campfires to enjoy a sumptuous meal.

Normal adventurer teams wouldn't dare to set up their camp so openly when camping in the wild.

The aroma of food in the forest at night is like a beacon luring monsters.

However, given the luxurious setup of their team, even if some foolish monsters and beasts dared to show themselves, they would only be there to deliver their heads and become their after-dinner snacks.

Everyone put aside the tension and fatigue of the day, chewing on venison while savoring the delicious fish soup.

Beverly blew on a piece of grilled venison loin to cool it down before taking small bites and swallowing it.

The inner layer of venison was still steaming hot, and Bev accidentally burned herself.

So she stuck out her tongue and blew a couple of times, then continued to eat in small bites, her rosy lips glistening with oil.

Zellir stared at the flickering campfire before him, and for a moment, it felt as if he had returned to the day he first came into this world.

It was a campfire like this, with a few teammates sitting around me, and a world full of unknowns.

But now, he was no longer that bewildered newcomer. "Ah, what a pity, there's no wine."

Gray's sigh came from the side as he tore off a large piece of deer leg meat and shook his head with a hint of regret.

"If I had a huge bucket of that, I could sleep until noon tomorrow."

"smell good."

Lena's voice came from the woods, and Manlin followed behind her.

The two of them looked like they had just come back from a walk.

“Mentor Lena, Mentor Manlin.”

Zellier took the initiative to pick up two pieces of venison skewered on a tree branch and handed them over.

"not bad."

Lena took a big bite, nodding as she chewed, "It seems you all take good care of yourselves in the wild."

Manlin tasted a piece and also showed a look of admiration.

This was the first time she had ever tasted such delicious barbecue, even though she was used to eating vegetarian food.

"Mm, it smells good."

After enjoying the sumptuous meal, everyone was completely satisfied.

The third team began collecting the dishes and cleaning the camp, burning all the trash without leaving a trace.

Once everything was in place, the moon had already climbed high in the sky, and the soft chirping of insects echoed through the forest.

"Alright, everyone go and rest. We still have to travel tomorrow," said Instructor Lena.

"Yes."

Everyone crawled into their assigned tents.

The assassin Rivaia guarded the first half of the night, while Gray guarded the second half.

Zellier slept in a tent with Gray and Lant.

He rested his head on his arm, gazing at the dark tent top, a thought stirring within him.

The analysis queue of the Technique Evolution emerged.

Inflammation control technique, analysis progress - 12%
Aromatherapy, analysis progress - 18%
Tranquility Technique, Analysis Progress - 18%
Thorns, analysis progress - 18%
Energizing the process, progress analysis – 18%
Hmm. Adding five new spells to the queue in one day is not bad.

Based on this analysis progress, Flame Control should be a level three spell, while the remaining four are level two spells.

I wonder when we'll be able to analyze even more advanced magic.
Thinking about it this way, it would have been great if Mentor Manlin had used the protective spell that locked her in during the battle with the giant rock golem.

It should be at least a Level 4, right?
Zellier also recalled the scene where the giant rock golem summoned earth monsters, but he didn't add that to the analysis queue either.

Perhaps that's some kind of innate ability?
"Snapped."

Lant, who was exhausted after a long day, had long since fallen into a deep sleep. He turned to his side, with most of his leg draped over Zellir.

Zellier sighed softly, moved his legs back, and then twisted his body to lie in a more comfortable position.

Tomorrow, the third squad will lead the first battle. Then it will be my turn for the second battle.

I wonder if I can level up again?
Hope so.

early morning.

As the first rays of dawn broke through the darkness, a light mist filled the forest.

The team members gradually got up.

After a quick wash, they packed up their camp supplies and prepared to continue their journey.

Before setting off, Manlin cast a group Tranquility spell.

The soft green light swept over everyone, dispelling the weariness of just waking up, and Gray, who was on guard duty for the rest of the night, also became much more energetic.

According to the route plan on the map, the next monster to be eliminated is the cystic poison frog colony.

Therefore, the team formation was rotated, with the third squad being mixed with the combat escort team.

Zellier then led the fourth squad to retreat to the observation area at the rear.

Layton, who was taking on the role of captain for the first time, was clearly a little nervous.

He imitated Zellier from yesterday, clearing his throat and trying to make his voice sound steady and powerful.

"set off!"

The squad began its march.

Having stepped down to a secondary role, Zellir felt much more relaxed, and he didn't need to be wary of his surroundings much along the way.

With Rivaya leading the way and reliable teammates like Marcus holding the front, everyone felt completely safe.

“Zelil, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while now.”

Mentor Lena walked up to him.

"What was that defensive spell you used yesterday? As far as I know, none of the defensive spells seem to have that quality, able to neutralize an attack to such an exaggerated degree."

"I obtained it during my adventure," Zellier had already prepared his explanation.

"An adventure?" Instructor Lena was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, once when I was doing a mission, I accidentally discovered a cave, and after exploring it, I obtained a magic scroll."

"After you learn it, this is the magic," Zellier said.

(End of this chapter)