Looking at the half-cooked mushrooms in front of me, I broke into a cold sweat.

"It doesn't need to be cooked." Beansa shook his head.

"This is to help Xiaosha taste it. Xiaosha always grills undercooked mushrooms, so this will be fine."

"Uncooked mushrooms?" Countless questions popped up in my head. Are there really people in this world who can "roast undercooked mushrooms"? Could it be because she is Beansa's sister and she is also good at dark cooking?

"Yeah." Beansa nodded, finally knowing his true identity. He came here to play... No, he came here to find mushrooms... No, hey, what did I want to do when I came out?

Tilting his head, Beansa looked confused.

Is it to learn spices from the teacher? No, when I first came out, I didn’t seem to have met the teacher yet.

Did you come out to play with your senior brother? What's more wrong, I didn't even meet your senior brother at that time.

Was he tricked out by Belial?

Was he driven out by Andariel?

Huh huh huh?

Like bubbling, countless question marks emerged in Biansha, and together with a certain druid, they formed a perfect combination of idiot question mark superman brothers and sisters.

All in all, we both look confused. Have we lost our way on the road of life? Don't worry about the details, let's just believe what Beansa said.

She has a sister named Xiaosha who likes to eat mushrooms, but for some unknown reason she cannot roast them, or she is unwilling to roast them. I have only heard that some people like to eat beef that is cooked to a certain degree, but never heard of it.

It is said that some people like to eat mushrooms that are somewhat cooked.

For now, I will filter out the useful information from this messy conversation full of question marks and keep it in my mind.

"Anyway, now I want to try it for Xiaosha. Try the taste of these mushrooms, right?"

"Um."

"Beiansha really takes care of my sister. She must be a good sister." I touched Beiansha's head and praised her.

"Hey, hey, because Xiao Sha is very cute."

You are also very cute, my little junior sister, but the way you are cute may be a little different, it is silly and cute.

"Biansha. I want to try it." He raised the grilled mushrooms skewered on the stick with great momentum, and then without hesitation, Beansa stuffed the mushrooms into his mouth, chewing, chewing, chewing,

Swallowing it expressionlessly.

The next moment, Beansa covered his cheeks with both hands, squinted his eyes and pursed his mouth into a "W" shape, as if he had received a lot of stimulation and pleasure, just like... yes. Just like eating in one bite in summer.

The kind of headache you get after eating half of an ice cream cone.

But in the blink of an eye, Beansa recovered. He sighed, whispered, and muttered something to himself.

"Psychedelic mushrooms are more interesting..."

"What did you just say?" I didn't hear clearly for a moment, so I couldn't help but close my ears.

"Brother, let's have some too." Beansa didn't answer, but handed over another bunch of mushrooms.

Looking at the half-cooked mushrooms in front of me, I felt bad.

How could I be so stupid that I would come here to seek death? Layton had already told me that these mushrooms were inedible, yet I was so stupid that I went to Beansa to get them.

I have always thought about cheating the tragic emperor Feini, but I have forgotten that I am Feini's pretender to the throne, the legendary second-born quasi-tragic emperor, and now I am the tragedy first.

After looking at the mushrooms, I raised my head and looked into Beansa's clear and pure black eyes.

It was the junior sister's warm gaze without any color, without any malice, and filled with "half of one person".

Can't refuse, can't find any reason to refuse.

With trembling hands, I took the mushroom from Beansa's hand and smiled stiffly at the corner of my mouth.

Is it okay? It should be okay. Beansa had already eaten it just now and was only stimulated for a second or two. It doesn't seem to be a big problem.

However, I suddenly remembered that Beansa was a being who could even eat the dark boiled noodles she made as if nothing had happened. Her teeth and stomach, structure and strength were simply non-human.

After thinking about it, I feel that extending my head is a knife, and shrinking my head is also a knife, so I might as well just do it.

So, with my eyes closed, I ate the mushroom in one big bite.

Tick ​​tock, time passes slowly.

The next moment, there were countless buzzing sounds in my ears, as if I was in a large construction site, and I couldn't hear anything except "buzzing buzzing buzzing".

If it was just like this, it would be okay. The next moment, I knew I was too naive and this was just foreplay.

The second after I swallowed the mushroom, my head began to vibrate violently. My body was like a large impact drill that shattered concrete pavement. My head turned around, and I was being grabbed and pushed "all over, all over" into the hard cement surface.

Drill up.

It's like an ordinary person eating the whole bottle of mustard in one gulp. In short, it's overwhelming. The extremely intense stimulation [pleasure] goes straight to the head. It's like the nostrils are pierced. The air is constantly leaking. The eyes and mouth are shaking violently.

Weeping and foaming at the mouth.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh -!!!"

A certain druid went crazy, letting out a deep roar of unknown meaning, suddenly rising up, supporting the wall next to him, and hit his forehead heavily on it, once, twice, three times... in a row.

Even so, it can't alleviate the strong shaking and impact feeling in my head at all. It feels like a tornado is raging inside my head, trying to beat everything inside my head into a ball of dough.

The real name of the Storm Mushroom comes from this. It does not mean that it grows in the Storm Canyon and is called the Storm Mushroom.

Elder Leighton, who was a little worried and ran back to take a look, happened to see this scene, shook his head helplessly, turned and left.

Another poor child baptized by the storm mushroom appeared.

After half an hour, the shock and tremor of pleasure showed signs of gradually abating. By this time, I had already made three holes in the wall.

"Brother, it's so interesting." Looking at me, who was lying limply on the ground with runny nose and tears, Beansa squatted next to me, tilting his head, as if he thought that what I just did was done on purpose.

"This...this kind of mushroom...are you really going to give it to Xiaosha?" I looked at Beansha weakly, and suddenly felt that maybe she didn't like her sister, but had a deep hatred for her.

"Yes." Beansa nodded.

"Xiao Sha likes to eat this kind of mushrooms the most. The psychedelic mushrooms I brought her last time were well received."

Hearing this sentence, I immediately cried.

Have you ever tasted psychedelic mushrooms? So, I understand. It turns out that Xiaosha is what Elder Layton calls a person with "special interests", and his appetite seems to be as good as Beansa. He is immune to all poisons, I

I'm probably just worrying too much.

After that, I lay in bed for most of the day before I fully recovered. I felt that I had lost a lot of my IQ due to this direct impact on my brain.

By the way, the M attribute was born, and I started to hate and love Storm Mushrooms... Of course this is a lie, I am the number one man in Rog who accepts when attacked and attacks when attacked.

Recalling this unbearable memory, I felt dazed for a while. It wasn't until the king next to me touched my head that I woke up.

"Fan. Are you okay? Are you too tired recently?"

"No...no, I don't have any problem at all."

Seeing Arturia's words, Sa Qili and the others started whispering, and their eyes suddenly looked at us, full of teasing. I don't know what they were thinking.

Don't be like this, I have been innocent with Artoria these past few days. Although we slept together, we didn't do anything. At most, we just hugged each other while sleeping and kissed a few times. After all, we can't do anything in other people's territory.

How can I let go...

Staring at them fiercely, I took Artoria's little hand and said, "Let's go and have a look together. Let me see the work efficiency of the Horadric clan for half an hour."

With that said, he walked out of the room first, and others followed him, and soon they were outside.

It has to be said that Layton chose this point very cleverly - it will not be very concealed, because if it is too concealed, it will be self-defeating and allow the enemy to estimate. After all, tens of thousands of Horadrics have survived in this desert.

Some of those monsters have lived here for thousands of years. The places you are familiar with are also familiar to me, so the most hidden places are the most dangerous.

But it’s not okay in places with monsters. If a monster discovers it and reports it, what’s the point?

It cannot be too hidden for the enemy to catch, nor can there be monsters, and it must be a universal environment. In other words, there are at least many local environments similar to this in this desert, just like hiding in the city, making the enemy unable to

Judging, these conditions are a bit harsh, and it is not easy for Layton to find him.

When I went outside, I immediately saw Elder Leighton commanding over there, while also participating in the work of building the teleportation magic circle. Compared with the mages I had seen before, these Horadric mages from the third world seemed...

...Well, how can I describe it well? It should look particularly rough.

The long-term confrontation with the most powerful entities of the hell clan has turned this group of mages into a fighting race. They have changed the calm, meticulous, and unhurried personality of most mages into rough and fine, vigorous and resolute, and less hurried.

Talk, do more, work hard and work hard.

This style of conduct, coupled with Master Horadric's proficient and profound magic knowledge and technology, has created a terrifyingly high efficiency. Layton said that it only takes half an hour, but I think he was still modest and stood aside and stared blankly.

Within a few minutes, the prototype framework of a magic circle had been built.

These are simply peasant labor mages. If Akala, the head of the sweatshop, saw these hard-working people doing the meticulous work of sculpting magic circles with bare arms and bare chests, without any delicate aura of mages, he would go crazy with joy.

?

High-tech talents who can manage enough!

Not to mention the others, even Elder Leighton felt hot, took off his mage robe, exposed his undershirt and shorts, and ran back and forth carrying the materials of the magic circle. He was not inferior to those strong men at all, and we were stunned to see it.

Tulakov was very moved. He fell into deep contemplation. Like a scholar, he felt something in his heart that he was not happy with at the touching scene full of positive energy.

In the posture of a thinker, he glanced at Layton and then at Su Qili, finally understanding what kind of deep feelings he wanted to express.
To be continued...