Firefly Journey

Spring rain is as precious as oil.

The bad days ended, and a spring rain visited Torreg.

The streets were damp, the air filled with the fragrance of earth, and Lin Yuanran's vegetable garden in front of his house was thriving because of the spring rain. Both the vegetables and the medicinal herbs exuded a long-lost vitality.

Before dawn, Lin Yuanran's biological clock woke him up. He excitedly took a small bottle and walked to his own vegetable garden, just like a viscount inspecting his own little plot of land.

In the dim morning light, he carefully walked among them, gently reaching out, one hand holding a bottle, the other fiddling with the vegetable leaves.

The glistening morning dew slid down the green slide and landed precisely in the jar.

This collection method is extremely inefficient; the leaves of a single plant can only provide about ten drops. As time went by, Lin Yuanran's feet were covered in mud, and his boots were soaked with sludge.

Dirt and fatigue could not dampen his enthusiasm. He showed no signs of weariness; on the contrary, he was excitedly thrilled at the prospect of stepping into a new world.

The recipe page provided by Cassius listed the specific usage and dosage of each ingredient.

The process of manufacturing extraordinary drugs is very simple: solid materials are ground into powder and mixed with liquid materials to produce the final liquid product.

The quantities of each ingredient were marked with extreme precision. Lin Yuanran dared not be careless and went to the town's general store to buy a measuring container, the very expensive kind.

Money must be spent wisely; this is something that cannot be taken lightly.

If anything goes wrong, it could affect your future, so you must be careful.

As dawn broke, the first rooster crowed from Mrs. Angelina's house, followed by a chorus of roosters.

Its daybreak.

Looking at the half-full bottle of dew, Lin Yuanran was satisfied and planned to return to his room to prepare medicine.

Feng Ling got up very early. She carried a celadon cup and went to the water vat in front of the house to scoop water.

After spending several days together, the two became quite familiar with each other, and Lin Yuanran greeted him, "Good morning."

"morning."

"It rained last night, so it's not hygienic to use this to rinse your mouth," Lin Yuanran reminded him.

The installation of tap water pipes in the town would cost a lot of money, which Ario simply couldn't afford.

His family's outdoor vat had a homemade wooden lid, but Lin Yuanran forgot to put it back on.

The water without roots contains a lot of impurities and cannot be drunk directly. The water here was all carried by Lin Yuanran from the Loz River.

"Yes!"

Wind Chime nodded in agreement, and then stuck her finger into the glass full of water.

sizzle.

Several arcs of electricity flashed, but the surface of the water remained unchanged. The wind chime said, "The dirt is gone."

Lin Yuanran stood there, stunned.

Seeing that he didn't move, Fengling asked, "How's the dew collection going?"

Lin Yuanran turned his gaze away from her long, golden hair and said, "That's enough. I was just about to make it."

Wind Chime kindly reminded, "The preparation of extraordinary medicines is allowed to have some deviation. Each material accounts for about 10%. Too much or too little will affect the strength of the 'profession' after awakening."

"Thank you."

After thanking him, Lin Yuanran returned to the house and took out the solid material powder that he had ground the night before and set it aside.

"100 milliliters of dew, 300 milliliters of river water..."

Lin Yuanran muttered to himself as he measured each item separately using graduated containers, then combined them together.

"Morning dew" is difficult to collect, but "clear river water" is much easier. In fact, this is just a name, referring to clean water sources in general. The water in the Lodz River fully meets the standards.

Lin Yuanran poured in the solid material powder, picked up his usual chopsticks, and began to stir it.

When a solid and a liquid are mixed, the result is still a liquid, but it is more viscous and generally milky white, somewhat like fresh milk.

It would be even more like it if it weren't for the unpleasant herbal smell.

Holding the prepared medicine, Lin Yuanran was both excited and apprehensive. After thinking for a moment, he finally knocked on the door of the next room.

Feng Ling's sapphire-blue eyes came into view: "Is dinner served?"

At this moment, she had tied her hair up high, her ponytail swaying back and forth, exuding the same youthful vibe as those carefree schoolgirls in the original world.

"No, no," Lin Yuanran said with an awkward smile. "I didn't dare to drink it directly. I wanted to confirm with you how to take it, whether there are any restrictions on time or place, and how to digest it?"

"It's not a meal," Fengling said, somewhat disappointed. "It's just a drink."

"Drink it directly?" Lin Yuanran wondered if he had misheard. Was obtaining extraordinary power that simple?

"Otherwise, what are we supposed to do? Find a wine glass and slowly savor 'The Call of the Wheat Field'?" Wind Chime said.

"What is that call? What is it?"

“It’s a piece of music that Paninger and the others like, and I’ve listened to it a few times.”

“Oh…” As a country boy, Ario had no access to the culture of this world. The town’s school only taught the most basic literacy skills.

"Then I'll drink it." Lin Yuanran raised the medicine to his lips, hesitating for a long time.

“No surprises are expected. Elemental mage is the most basic profession in the Church. As can be seen from the recipe, the ingredients are harmless to the human body.” Wind Chime said helplessly. Caution is good, but too much of it is cowardice.

Lin Yuanran gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and gulped down the milky white liquid into his mouth.

The taste was surprisingly good, with a subtle sweetness.

"What's next?" Lin Yuanran asked hastily, feeling that his body was no different from before.

Fengling said, "After a few hours of digestion, you will feel feverish all over your body, which is normal. It will then cool down, and then you will feel a special energy surging in your body."

This is 'magic power,' or you could call it magical energy, magic power, etc., whatever you prefer.

"Then, if we release this power, we can use it in battle, right?" Lin Yuanran asked.

Fengling said, "That's right. As for how to radiate it and in what form, there are methods. If you don't know the methods, you'll be no different from an ordinary person even if you have magical power."

"method?"

"There are two ways to release magic power: 'divine oracle' and 'miracle'."

Wind Chime patiently explained to the novice: "'Oracles' can be cast by any extraordinary being. The methods of casting them are categorized according to 'profession'. Each church has its own methods. For example, I am a 'Thunder Mage,' and the 'Oracles' I have learned are all related to the thunder element."

Let me demonstrate it for you.

As they spoke, the two walked to the old tree. Feng Ling gently touched the bell at her waist, and a light white, ornate staff appeared in her hand.

She raised her staff and gently tapped it into the air, whereupon a muffled thunderclap resounded.

“This is ‘Oracle. Thunderfall,’ a basic lightning magic that can be mastered after one awakening,” Wind Chime said.

Lin Yuanran was dumbfounded. When he thought that he was already a superhuman and should not act like an ignorant country bumpkin, he couldn't help but straighten his expression.

"Is 'divine oracle' a prefix?"

"The names of magic are all prefixed with this to make them easy to distinguish. It's just like a stool or chair. The person who first created it called it a stool, so it's called a stool. If you call a stool a bed, then it will be called a bed ten thousand years later. It's just a name, so don't worry about it too much."

"So you need a staff to cast spells?"