Some of them are white and plump, as if they will spit out milk when you poke them, some are black, inlaid with blood-colored filaments and fat patterns, some are covered with golden stars, and the caps are as big as the palm of your hand...

At this time, these mushrooms are still slightly wriggling, as if they want to spread mycelium, spores, etc. out.

Klein swallowed his saliva, picked up a letter surrounded by mushrooms, and opened it to read: "My dear friend Gehrman: "I have finally fulfilled your entrustment and invented an invention that can be used in dark and harsh environments. Planted mushrooms, they rely on the flesh and blood of devouring monsters to grow and reproduce, no other conditions are required...

"Their offspring are divided into two types. One type will accumulate various toxicity and cannot be eaten, but it can be used as a source of toxins. The other type can be used as food as long as it is steamed, boiled, fried, or fried at high temperature. It must be remembered that it cannot be eaten raw. Eat, you can't eat them when they are not cooked, or they will multiply in your body, using your flesh and blood as a breeding ground...

"Considering the taste matching, I have invented a total of eleven kinds of mushrooms - some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly, some are like beef, hehe, when frying them, there is no need to provide additional fat, and some are delicate like Fish meat, but no spines, my suggestion is grilled or boiled...

"All these results are inseparable from your help. If I hadn't been promoted to a 'Druid', it might take several years, or even ten years to solve the various problems encountered in the experiment...

"If you have any ideas that suit me, please be sure to share them with me, your forever friend, Frank Lee."

Klein held the letter paper and was silent for a while. When he raised his head, he found that Miss Messenger was still waiting.

...He sighed silently, walked to the desk, took out the paper and pen, and wrote slowly: "... I am very glad that you can succeed, these mushrooms have helped me a lot, and they will effectively reduce the famine in some areas ...

"...I am currently busy with some things, and I don't have enough novel ideas for the time being...

"...your friend, Gehrman Sparrow..."

After folding the letter paper, Klein looked at Miss Messenger and asked hesitantly, "How is Frank Lee doing now?"

Reinette Tinekerr's head, which was unable to speak before, spoke first: "Excitement..."

The remaining three added in turn: "Active..." "Happy..." "Satisfied..."

Then, the four heads said again: "No more..." "Afraid..." "Buried..." "In the soil..."

"Why?" Klein subconsciously asked.

The four blond-haired, red-eyed heads held by Reinette Tinekerr spat out words one by one: "He..." "Can..." "Drain..." "In the mud..."

"of..." "nutrients..." "and..." "oxygen..."

After Frank became a "Druid", he really had a lot of evolution... Klein didn't know whether he should be happy for his friends or pay a silent tribute to the crew of the "Future".

After seeing Miss Messenger off, Klein used meditation to force himself to fall asleep, and then woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon to prepare for this week's Tarot meeting.

At three o'clock, streaks of crimson light rose from the ancient palace above the gray mist, solidifying into corresponding figures.

"Justice" Audrey immediately stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed to the top of the long bronze table: "Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"

As a senior "psychiatrist", she has a strong ability to control her mood, and she really didn't encounter anything this week, mainly collecting donations, contacting pharmaceutical companies, and organizing volunteer medical staff.

However, compared with the past, the lightness and joy that comes with her greetings has obviously weakened a lot.

"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly, responded to the greetings from all the members of the Tarot Society, and then turned his attention to "The Hermit".

He still owes the lady eight questions.

"The Hermit" Cattleya lowered her head, and said with a perfect attitude: "Dear Mister Fool, there are still two questions this time."

After getting approval, she continued: "The first question is, what is the state of the demons in the 'Abyss' now?"

The "Queen of Mysteries" first suspected that the emperor's mausoleum was hidden in the "Abyss"... This is consistent with the emperor's thinking, and it is indeed his own... Unfortunately, there are no "people" who can be driven there...Klein the Fool said to himself After a few sentences, he responded without changing his expression: "In the current 'Abyss', even most demons cannot survive. "

The current "Abyss" can't even survive most demons? Hearing Mister Fool's answer, Cattleya the Hermit and the others inevitably felt strong emotions of consternation. JrNovels.com