บท 1641: My Name is Bartholomew

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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It was noon. A man wearing a silver leather jacket was walking slowly along Mount Lanmu. He passed by a flower garden with a lot of butterflies, crowded with tourists. They were listening to the ranger's explanation of some of the unique flowers. 

The man suddenly came to a stop. He was staring at a gray flower surrounded by fences. His deep eyes glittered all of a sudden.

"Sir, you can't go inside there. That stalk of Verdon Dusk is a protected magical flower. It has the ability to regulate the rains on the mountain. If it rains a lot, it will store the rainwater in the soil. During the dry season, it will use the water it stored to moisten the soil. The butterflies around you are the Verdon Dusk's protectors. If you go any closer, they will become hostile to you," a young ranger said politely to the man.