Bab 46: Chapter 46 The Troll's Trap

A breeze carrying a hint of chill wafted from the depths of the dense forest.

It gently caressed the face, causing a slight shiver of goosebumps.

A faint rotten smell emanated from the thick layers of fallen leaves, where the continuous rain from the past few days had spurred a wondrous transformation at the forest floor.

Fresh sprouts, drawing nutrients from the ground, timidly poked their heads out, swaying gently in the breeze.

Elder Feld, brimming with joy, pointed to a cluster of green in the shrubs and said with anticipation,

"In a month, we will be able to harvest at least three Moonlight Flowers here."

Looking over, the detailed data display confirmed that Elder Feld was not speaking idly; Matthew murmured softly,

"What a pity, our village is without a Druid..."

Leon, marching along, blinked subconsciously, pondered for a moment, but ultimately did not voice his thoughts.