Holding the spoon, stirring constantly in the boiling dark green liquid, lifting it up from time to time to taste it.

The liquid is rich and weird in color, and the root tentacles that appear when boiling water surging, look like a witch brewing evil potion.

But the current scoop is not a witch, but an elf boy wearing a slightly fluffy white robe, gray trousers and a thin figure.

The boy's long dark hair was neatly combed behind his head and tied it with a rope to form a long ponytail. The two strands of black hair on both sides were slightly messy. His bright and dark eyes were focused on the boiling pot in front of him, and he occasionally reached out to grab the materials on the nearby wooden table and threw them into the pot.

His appearance at this time was somewhat similar to his previous life, but in addition to being green, there are many differences. The most obvious thing is that his facial features are deeper, and his dark eyebrows also appear very thick.

Although he was reincarnated as an elf, he did not seem to be more feminine, but instead showed more heroic spirit.

His bloodline is excellent, and his body has certain special characteristics. His appearance is still eye-catching even among the generally handsome Nodo tribe, let alone the green elves who live in the forest all year round.

The appearance of Middle-earth elves, the Nodo tribe who had lived in Amen for countless years, was the best, followed by the Sindah tribe who developed and flourished in Middle-earth.

Compared with the Sindda and the Nodo tribes, these green elves, whose formally named Nando tribes have neither bathed in the glory of Amen, and their civilization is extremely lacking and vulgar. Compared with the previous two races, they can even be compared to savages and civilized society.

They were called Sylvan elves or forest elves in later generations.

Most of the people of the Elf King Thrandir are forest elves.

Not only in later generations, but now, the green elves are also "secondary" elves.

Of course, if distinguished by this class name, the most powerful Dorias gray elves kingdom in Berreanderne is also part of the ranks of inferior elves.

In Middle-earth, only the Nodo tribe who has arrived in the West and bathed in the glory of Vera's Double Saint Tree are called high elves, Elda, or light elves. (So the name of bark has always been wrong, but it is not clear about this).

The Sinda tribe, the Nando tribe, and the wild elves scattered around the Middle Earth world have never been bathed in the light of the double holy trees, so they are collectively called the Dark Elf (Eol is the Dark Elf among the Dark Elf)

In short, whether it is from a background, appearance, or behavior at this time, Charles has sufficient reasons to be watched by the Green Elf.

I had no time to pay attention to this visitor who had helped a lot because of the injured, but now, basically all the elves here are around him and their eyes are focused.

On the contrary, the tree-grassman who had been chatting with Charles before turned his attention to other places and looked melancholy—

It likes flowers, plants and small animals in the forest very much, and naturally doesn't stand the behavior of using plant life to make medicines.

...

Time is actually quite tight. The wounds lying on the long table are still bleeding in various parts of the body, and they are not in good condition.

And just as the Green Elf said before, her magic can no longer be used after using it twice.

These two uses suppressed two more important injuries on the injured person's body, but there was no time to take care of the others.

At this moment, the wounds with flesh and blood were smearing green plants to chew the mixture, and tightening them with rags, which seemed to have a certain effect, but it was not enough to stabilize the injury.

Although time is tight, Charles' movements are never too fast or slow.

However, they did not wait long. When the liquid in the hanging pot evaporated to the bottom of the pot, the color was green and the thin layer was left, he had already picked up an iron tong to reverse the hanging pot.

Then use the wooden cup held by the other hand to connect the viscous liquid into it, flowing slowly and finally filling it up.

The results came out, but the Green Elfs were a little hesitant about the cup of liquid he was holding, because it was too weird, and the pungent smells coming from the cup were also quite unpleasant.

I have treated this potion countless times (also done experiments on myself), so Charles does not think that the effect of his potion will be wrong.

But facing these doubtful gazes, he also explained: "This potion is not effective, so if you have no other way, I can't guarantee that this can cure him alone."

"The Ent's Water of Life is miraculous. If your potion can delay the aggravation of wounds on Kelebdill, we can awaken him after the Ent's Water comes." The brown-haired elf replied.

As for what to do after waking up, she didn't say anything, and Charles didn't ask.

Because this is a tacit thing - as long as the elf is clear-minded, it will be difficult for him to die due to injuries.

Because the elves have strong control over the body, they can actively control the wound to heal slowly.

Since she said that, Charles had nothing to say, and the other elves around him temporarily suppressed their own concerns after hearing what he said.

He silently watched him lifting the many bloody bandages covered by the injured person, holding the wooden cup full of potion, and using a spoon to stick the liquid in it to each wound.

The pungent smell immediately emanated, and this smell similar to the mixture of countless rotten plants made the elves with keen sensory wrinkle their noses.

But after a few minutes, they suddenly found that the target wound had stopped bleeding, and soon there were slight signs of closing!

This phenomenon is similar to the magic they used not long ago, but is relatively weaker, but compared to the magic that has limited use, the liquid full of a cup is still two-thirds still so much after nearly half of the wound!

After discovering that it was really effective, loud cheers suddenly rang out from the yard in the forest, but it stopped abruptly after a while. Because the brown-haired elf glared at the surrounding little guys in a blink of an eye.

This is actually the mother of three other minor elves, and the injured coma is her father who ran to find Ent's water husband.

What made Charles curious was why these green elves did not live with other elves of the Nando tribe?

In his impression (most of this impression comes from the cheap mothers of the Nordo tribe), whether it is the Nordo tribe or the Xinda tribe, the elves will always spontaneously gather together to form villages or gathering places, rather than living alone in the wilderness.

Is he as weird as Eor?

This thought flew away, and Charles didn't think much about it, but instead handed the cup in his hand to the female elf who had been staring at his movements.

It is not difficult to simply apply medicine. After demonstrations for a few times, he doesn't need to do it himself.

The three minor elves around were still curious about this. After seeing that their grandfather was in a stable state, they even looked around the hanging pot where the medicine was being cooked before Shire.

Charles, who had successfully retired, returned to the stool before and sat on it, and found that they didn't care about their behavior at the moment.

He had no idea about the production technique of the potion.

In fact, compared with his past memory, this method of simply using plants to boil medicine is very low-level, or it is the foundation of some basics.

The effect is not very good.

It was just because of the lack of spiritual power that Charles studied this.

But there is no way to do this. He has used various means and even tried to practice the Thunder Monk training method that will make people bald, as well as other similar training methods.

All the results were ineffective.

There is a clear difference in rules between this world and the former main world. After countless attempts, Charles already understood this.

This is completely different from the dungeons he used to use the shuttle door to shuttle.

He didn't know what the reason for this difference was, but the consequences caused him often fell into a dull mood - in other words, when he got used to using a smartphone, he could change back to a feature phone or even a big brother, and no one could adapt.

But if you don’t adapt, you have to adapt. In the current situation of Shire, he has no possibility of leaving this world.

...

After Charles used potion to temporarily hold the adult elf named Kelebdill to his life.

The next afternoon, the male elf who had met hurriedly brought back a special spring called Ent's Water from afar and successfully awakened the Calebdill.

But in two days, he could even walk down the ground.

So, a cheerful and lively celebration dinner began.
Chapter completed!