The next day, after breakfast in the hotel, Brandon took the herbs collected yesterday and went to the temple of the goddess of agriculture.

Brandon has lived here for several years and is very familiar with every street here. He greets people from time to time along the way...

Soon Brandon arrived at the Temple of the Goddess of Agriculture.

Brandon looked at the temple, and the architectural style of the temple made Brandon like it very much. The walls of the temple are made of stone, without too much decoration, simple and pure, but also simple and solemn.

Walking into the temple, on the high platform in the center of the temple, there is a statue of the god Demeter of the agriculture goddess.

The goddess' statue is carved from white marble and has a height of more than four meters. She wore a ring crown woven with golden wheat ears on her head, a Heaton-style long skirt, a sickle in her right hand, and a bundle of golden wheat ears in her left hand. She has a beautiful appearance and a plump figure with great femininity, especially her eyes are very vivid. Whenever the believer looks up at the goddess, she seems to be able to feel her compassion from it.

Just as Brandon was standing in front of the goddess statue with his backpack on his backpack, a girl slowly walked to him and looked at the herbs in the backpack behind Brandon.

"Branton, are you here to find Mr. Cline?"

Brandon was awakened by the call, and he turned to look at the girl.

The girl standing next to him was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a light blue sleeveless pleated long skirt, combined with the quaint brown leather straps, revealing her slender limbs, her long hair was neatly wrapped around the back of her head, her soft eyes were clear and bright, and she looked slim and elegant.

"Miss Beltina..." Brandon called out the girl's name. This girl was the object of dreams pursued by all the teenagers in the town. She was the young shepherd in the town and the pearl of Baron Rons.

After showing the talent of a pastor, she joined the church of the goddess of agriculture that the Rons family believed in for generations. In addition, Pastor Alice, the bishop of the Temple of the Goddess of Agricultural in Deville, valued it and was trained as a successor. She often presided over the daily collective prayer on behalf of Pastor Alice.

"Miss Bertina, as you can see, I did come to find Mr. Klein. Can you tell me where he is now?"

When Brandon faced this girl, although she had an adult soul, she always felt inexplicably panic, so her words became much softer.

"At the morning of the morning, many adventurers came to the temple to find Mr. Klein, who wanted to ask for hemostatic and anti-toxic agents, but the temple did not have so many potions reserves, so Mr. Klein should be making potions in the potion room now."

"It seems that I need to wait for him here, and I dare not disturb Mr. Crane at this time." Brandon said with a wry smile.

"Mr. Pharmacist is most reluctant to disturb others when he is working. Now we should not disturb him first. After a while, we will go to find him." Bertina said, lowering her head and thinking for a moment: "During this time, you can pray to the goddess."

"Good idea, Miss Bertina. Can you preside over a prayer for me?" Brandon replied with a smile.

When Bertina finished her prayer seriously, she looked at Brandon. She was naturally familiar with the boy in front of her. He was practicing druids. If he succeeded, it could be expected that this would be a man with a good future. But this was not important to her baron's daughter. What she strangely seemed to have an inexplicable light on the boy, so Bertina couldn't help but stare for a while.

"Miss Bertina, thank you for your prayers for me!" said Brandon.

"Ah! You're welcome, Brandon, or we'll go to the medicine garden now and wait for Mr. Klein by the way, how about it?"

"Okay, Miss Beltina", Brandon knew that the potion room was next to the medicine garden, and Brandon was learning the druid way. It would be no harm to see the medicine garden of the third-level druid Crane.

Yes, pharmacist Mr. Klein is a third-level druid.

At this time, footsteps sounded, Brandon turned his head and looked over, and then shouted "Mr. Klein!" with some surprise.

"Oh, it's Brandon, are you here to find me?"

"Yes, sir, I picked some herbs yesterday and brought them here today to show you!" Brandon replied, and handed the basket to Mr. Klein.

"Okay, let me take a look... vanilla... and... 花花... 吉花花, too... evening primrose, oh, Brandon, you came too timely, I helped a lot. When I was preparing to refine the potion, I realized that the number of evening primrose was not large. I was about to go to the Adventurers Union to issue a mission. But now, Brandon, you came too timely." Mr. Crand said happily, patting Brandon on the shoulder from time to time.

"It's saved you a lot of time, Mr. Klein." Bertina gave Brandon a speech beside her.

"Oh, yes, Bertina, I want to reward him well," said Klein after that, and took out a silver coin from his purse and said to Brandon: "Branton, you know how much these herbs cost, but who made me anxious to use it? Come on, this silver coin is yours. In addition, Brandon, can you accept my task? I will collect some evening primrose back and I need to use it."

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Klein! How much evening primrose you need, sir," Brandon responded happily.

Klein lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then replied: "There are many people coming to book the potion today, and there should be people coming in the future. Go and pick evening primrose. Brandon, even if I pick too much, I can save it as a reserve."

"As you wish, sir, I will prepare for the collection of herbs now." Brandon agreed happily.

Brandon talked to Bertina for a few more words before he walked out of the temple with satisfaction...
Chapter completed!