Crossing the Gods as Slaves

If she was slightly surprised just now, Cynthia was extremely surprised at this moment: "You actually know about wormwood? Not many people have such knowledge."

"Well, there are many medicinal herbs on the hill behind my house. I have known some of them since I was a child."

So that's how it is. After Ning Hua showed some shining points, Cynthia felt that she was not so repulsive to this 22-year-old girl who was only in the first grade.

On Sunday, Cynthia called again and said that Professor Gro wanted to see her. Ning Hua quickly washed up and took the train to Professor Gro's house.

Gro was still sitting in the study with his sickly white hair. "Cynthia said you know all the precious herbs in my herb garden, right?"

Is it precious? Ning Hua felt that it was just average, but he nodded and replied, "Yes, professor."

Gro pushed his glasses up on his nose and said, "Do you know all their habits?"

Ning Hua nodded again: "I understand. Huanxiang flowers like shade. Although they can survive if planted in weeds, they won't survive well. Why don't you move them to the back of the house?"

Gro's eyes lit up. "Because I don't have time to take care of these herbs, I have to let them grow in the weeds. But they are indeed very precious herbs. Are you interested in helping me take care of them?"

"Of course, taking care of flowers and plants is my hobby." Ning Hua replied.

Professor Gro was very satisfied and smiled, which was rare for him. "Very good. In return, I will tell the outside world as soon as possible that you are my last disciple."

Ning Hua also smiled. It is good to have a closed disciple. It is never bad to have too many backers. What Ben Shang Shen lacks most now is a backer.

"But," Gro continued, "if any of the precious herbs die because of you, I will directly ask the commander to transplant them from the Herbal Research Institute in the Imperial Capital as compensation."

Ning Hua didn't understand why he had to ask the commander to compensate for the damage to the herbs, but he had no magic power, so it was impossible for him to revive the herbs, so he could let others compensate. So he nodded happily.

A few days later, Lu Xiu was reviewing documents at his desk. While flipping through them, he saw an official letter from Professor Gro of the Life Sciences Department of Austin First Public University. The document specifically requested the commander to personally approve the transplantation of several rare plants from the Imperial Capital Herbal Research Institute. Lu Xiu was confused and called the guard officer Gene: "What's going on? Why does the research institute need my personal approval to transplant several plants? Let them do it themselves."

Gene didn't understand the situation either. He answered "yes" and returned the official letter from Professor Gro's office.

Professor Gro was very unhappy. Whoever caused the trouble with a woman should take care of it. Isn't this the law of nature? If you don't have this kind of responsibility, why do you use my reputation to build momentum for your woman? Professor Gro was very angry and called Ning Hua: "Go find the commander yourself and ask him to transplant the herbs you killed from the imperial capital. Otherwise, you will no longer be my student from tomorrow. Ask him to find another famous teacher for you."

Ning Hua, the High God, felt guilty and stammered "yes". Indeed, several herbs in the herb garden were killed by her, but it really can't be blamed entirely on her. She has no magical power now, and casualties are inevitable when she does it herself. Alas, the supporter she finally found is about to collapse. How tragic.

She called to ask Cynthia how much compensation she would have to pay for the herbs. Cynthia wished her finger could go through the screen of the communicator and poke her forehead directly: "How much? Can these herbs be measured in money? Do you know how much effort the professor spent to grow these herbs? Do you know why the professor won't let anyone touch them even though they are growing in the weeds? Because he's afraid that his herbs will be damaged! You are the first person who can recognize all the herbs. Do you know how much the professor trusts you? In the end, what did you do?"

Ning Hua felt guilty, lowered her head, bit her lip and looked at Cynthia without saying anything. Cynthia shook her head at her: "Don't look at me like that. It may work on the commander, but it's completely useless on me."

Ning Hua didn't understand why this look might be useful to the commander, and still looked at Cynthia eagerly: "What should I do? The professor will definitely not want to pay attention to me anymore."

Cynthia sighed, "The professor is completely mad at you. You should ask the commander for help. Apart from transplanting from the Herbal Research Institute in the Imperial Capital, there is no other way to make the professor forgive you."

Ning Hua felt like he had found the direction and said excitedly, "Then I'll contact the Herbal Research Institute to buy back the herbs I killed."

Cynthia looked at her with naked contempt: "You? Don't be silly. Do you think you can do something that even the professor can't? If the professor just likes these rare herbs, then the people in the Herbal Research Institute love them as their life." Cynthia gave Ning Hua a look that told him to take care of himself, and then hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Ning Hua fell on the bed and lamented how stupid he was. Even if he wanted to transplant herbs from the medicine garden, he shouldn't transplant so many at once. Now look, they're all dead.