(Walson)

# – I am grateful – As my sign of gratitude – I shall give my blessings – upon you- #

My field of vision was briefly obscured by bright light, but once it faded, I found myself out of the jungle and near the edge of the forest.

“… Are we going home?” Grace asked.

“Yeah, I think everything is fine now. Let’s go.” I let out a big yawn, man am I tired.

The time of the day is approximately five thirty pm. The color of the sky was turning into a beautiful shade of red and orange as the sun going down.

With the light of the dying sun, our long shadows stretch across the ground, over the fallen leaves and tangled roots of the trees.

“… Ah.” Grace seems to have remembered something, swiftly disappearing in a flutter of petals.

# – Eh? – Saviour – why have you returned – # That slightly annoying voice resounded through our heads again. Turns out despite the fact we are pretty far away from her, the dryad can still communicate with us.

A few seconds later, Grace returned with her staff held tightly in her hands.

“… Forgot the staff.” She stared at the staff sheepishly.

# -Eh? – My apologies – I forgot – to transport your things – #

It’s like going to your friends house, say goodbye, then return just because you forgot your keys. My my, that was quite silly. We just said our farewells a few moments ago, you know?

By the way, I placed dozens of bottles of [Milk] under the ground near the roots of the gigantic tree. If the dryad faces any trouble in the future, she should be able to handle it on her own.

Speaking of which, the dryad gave us something really nice. But let’s talk about that later.

“Alright, Grace, let’s go.” Ignoring the telepathic voice of the dryad, we returned to the secret base.

Aaaah, so many things to do! I have way too many ongoing projects in the secret base right now!

Since we got quite a bit of [Bonemeal], I swiftly began to cultivate more crops.

Instant growth for the win!

Normally, all plants need time to grow, but [Bonemeal] essentially completely matures them in an instant.

This is also applied to the [Malbor] grass, rare healing herb that can be found in this world.

The reason it is rare is because it is difficult to cultivate them, and have a hard time growing on its own in the wild.

But thanks to the [Bonemeal], they mature without fail instantly and produce both [Malbor] and malbor seeds when harvested. Then all I need to do is plant the seeds to repeat the entire process…

I’ve been producing [Malbor], high rarity healing herb, at my leisure for a long time now, something I doubt many others in this world would be able to boast.

The farming techniques from Minecraft are all revolutionary no matter what perspective you’re trying to look at.

By the time I managed to produce enough food to last the Orphanage for two weeks if they ration it, it was already completely dark outside.

… It’s a pity that I couldn’t just bring meat to the feed the Orphanage, since that would be highly suspicious.

Now, let’s deal with the four adventurers.

Initially, I thought they would react very badly when they realize they were bound by ropes. I mean, waking up in an unfamiliar location while being bound by ropes? Fear would be normal, and panic would not be unreasonable.

But it when I checked on them, it turns out my concern was unneeded as they were having a great time. The four of them despite being tied to each other, are all simply chatting and bantering with each other without care. Their eyes are open in wonderment as they tried to name and identify all the different things I have inside the secret base that is within their line of vision.

Their eyes are open in wonderment as they tried to name and identify all the new and different things I have inside the secret base that is within their line of vision. Like children in a candy store, talking with each other about all the different kinds of candies they’ve never known about before.

“Say, aren’t any of you scared?” I pulled out a chair and sat down right in front of them.

“Oh! It was all a blur back then, didn’t think that a kid did it!”

“Wow, he looks so young.”

“And pretty cute too.”

“Wow, he looks so young.”

“And pretty cute too.”

“…” Eh? Hey hey, what’s up with these four?

Speaking of cute… I think I prefer others compliment how handsome I am instead of how cute I am.

“Ah, sorry. Were you the one who saved us? We are adventurers from the $Eyes fo the Night Cat$ guild. My name is Gabab, and I am [Shieldbearer].” The one who was covering his friends with a big shield – Gabab – spoke.

I wasn’t paying too much attention before, but now that I look closely, he’s skin color dark, his height is about 180cm, and has an intimidating scar on his face.

His appearance alone would probably scare children to swim in tears. The kind of appearance that people keep their distance with, and might be randomly interrogated by a police when walking down the street.

(To be honest, in my previous life on Earth, I naturally looked intimidating too. I was almost arrested twice for that.)

$Eyes of the Night Cat$, huh? If I remember correctly, it’s a small guild in the Sadin Village.

“My name is Walson. I apologize for tying you all up, but better safe than sorry. You are strangers to us after all.” I took a glance to the side and saw that Melon was holding onto her Blade Bee tensely.

I met her eyes and gave her a look telling her to relax, which she promptly obeyed.

I stood up from the chair and made my way to the tied adventurers, slowly releasing the bindings on them.

“Thank you so much, I am Kulontan, a [Ranger]. You have my gratitude for saving us, boy.” The ranger is noticeably shorter than the shieldbearer, only standing at about 165cm. He has green hair and a fair face, making him quite handsome.

I am just a bit envious of his looks. I want to be handsome too.

“Ah, and my name is Lawrence. Just a [Swordsman]. But that was really close back there, we almost died. Thanks for helping us kid.” The blond Lawrence looked very ordinary, the kind of face you would easily lose in the crowd. If judging by appearance alone, I never would have thought he was a swordsman.

Perhaps he is someone that is very easy to get along with.

“Walson, was it? You have my thanks, I am Mirabella.” The female [Mage] stood up right after the ropes came off, and bowed down to hold my hands. Her hair is a pretty shade of brown, her height is about 160cm, which is still a lot taller than I am.

I noticed that she has a pair of pointy ears, is she an elf?

Elves as a race have established their own country, and smaller communities of them are also spread out upon our land, so they are not hard to find.

But since our village lives on the border and closer to the wilderness than civilization, the residents are mostly humans or demi-humans. This is the first time I have personally met an elf.

She had to bow to meet my eyes while she started to talk to me.

I wasn’t listening since I was being distracted by her impressive bust.

… Can I touch them? No! no naughty thoughts!

“Oh, er- Are you well? How are you feeling?” She was the one who only had 11 HP remaining, standing right next to the doorway of death. The first thing I did was shove a bottle of MPOH (β) down her throat to heal her.

MPOH (β), short for [Malbor Potion of Healing (Beta)], is a special healing potion I created. Compared to the standard [Malbor Potion], my version of the potion is more potent by at least a hundred times. Since my potion is the improved version, I decided to call it Beta, and the original is Alpha.

Just a reminder, we mentioned this a few chapters ago that since [Malbor Potion of Healing (Beta)] is too much of a mouthful, we’re calling it MPOH (β) from now on.

“Oh yes, I feel like I was reborn! That was all thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome.” I did my best to avert my eyes and not stare at her breasts, since I can feel the stinging looks that Grace is sending at my back.

All of us gathered around and talked some more, mainly fishing for information.

They did not question my motives on why I saved them, or ask about any of my secrets, almost like it was not a subject worth mentioning.

Do they trust me? It almost looks like they trust us to a certain degree.

They revealed some information from their perspective, which coincided with most of my predictions.

These are adventurers from the $Eyes of the Night Cat$ guild, dispatched from the village of Sadin to investigate the incident with the land.

Almost no one else was willing to accept the request for help, seems like they were trying to bring out the big-guns and let the stronger adventurers handle this.

The reason that the four of them insisted on trying their luck was because they were short on money…

And thanks to the fact that they had an Elven [Mage] who is very sensitive to the ambient magic, they managed to proceed to the deeper parts of the jungle.

I let out a sigh of relief after hearing that nobody else was trying to investigate. It is fortunate that no more casualties will happen.

“But… I remember that I have broken an arm…” Mirabella suddenly remembered something.

“Eh? Right, I also recall you’ve broken an arm.”

“Yeah! I remember that too!” her companions started to make a fuss.

They sure are a lively bunch. The usually silent atmosphere -the three of us here were never super talkative- in the secret base was kicked up a notch since the four of them came here.

It seems like I made a small mistake… fixing broken limbs on a whim isn’t something that can be fixed with a potion so easily.

#Master, do we need to… “Silence”… them?# Melon seems to have figured out what I was thinking and sent me a telepathic message.

Hey, hang on! Don’t say such scary things so casually! We don’t need to kill them to preserve our secrets!

#You’re joking, right? Robbing them of their life serves no purpose, and that’s cruel! We don’t need to kill them to preserve our secrets!# I retorted.

*Sigh*, whatever. The world will find out one way or another, it’s not like I am actively keeping it a secret.

“Well, that’s because I’ve been developing advanced healing potions. It’s still a prototype, so how is it’s effectiveness? What do you all think?”

I took out a bottle of MPOH (β), swirling the red liquid exaggeratingly while I lied through my teeth.

The four adventurers froze and fell silent for a long while.

… Uhm… was that a bad lie? Am I really that bad at lying?

But when I came too, I was subjected to a bear hug by Mirabella.

OOOOOOOHHHHHH! I can feel her amazing bust!

“Wow, Walson you’re such a genius! Never thought I would meet someone like you in my lifetime.”

“Good job, boy. Those potions – can we please buy a few bottles of those? Please?”

“Still so young…”

Wha? I didn’t think they would react that way! This was unexpected, I thought I would be interrogated, or be met with skepticism.

I was enjoying the softness of Mirabella’s breast, but the stinging looks that Grace is sending to my back only intensifies.

“… Walson, dinner is ready.” Grace looked at me sternly, and announced that with a cold voice.

Ah right~ Grace has also been helping out with the chores lately.

Most of the time she helps by making sandwiches using my special meat. She’s trying to develop more variations, and also does her best at learning to use the other appliances in the secret base.

If we compared my special bacon with the loot of today on Grace’s mental scale, Grace would probably place the special bacon high up to the sky.

Our loot today is [Millenium Fairy Wood]. We got quite a lot of them today, they weigh about hundred kilos total.

The dryad likes to wag her tongue way too much, but she is very generous. She gave us something that has equal value to ‘national treasure’ on the market. Extremely rare, and extremely valuable.

Countries would go to war for this kind of thing. It’s an amazing material.

She also gave me something else, her [Blessings], or [Divine Protection], depending on who you ask.

If I remember correctly it’s called [Blessing of the Ancient Tree], or something similar. But let’s investigate what it does in the future.

All of us sat around the table eating dinner, and the adventurers were willing to keep my secrets.

Everything unexpectedly turned out to be a success.

Melon and I escorted the adventurers back to the village, then returned to the secret base.

“Master, I’ve been meaning to speak to you about something. At the east of the base, I can feel an unfamiliar presence there. It has been there for a week now, should we take a look?”