I Have a Sailing Game-Chapter 131 - 122: Really?

[The Exotic Grape Species whispered a secret to you.]

[Eating these raisins will cause stomach ache for an entire day, don’t eat them randomly!]

So is this a negative effect?

Rogel stared at the raisins in his hand, lost in thought.

In a short time, it can quickly replenish magic, although the side effects are strong too, but such a powerful effect being just a... failed product or semi-finished product of the Exotic Grape Species?

Rogel was now more eager for the fully developed grapes.

After putting away the exotic raisins, Rogel left the room and headed to the flower area.

The door of the small wooden house was tightly closed, undoubtedly, the little lazy bug inside was still sleeping.

Rogel reached out and knocked on her little door.

Knock, knock, knock.

No response.

After a while, Rogel knocked again.

Knock, knock, knock.

After a while, just as Rogel was about to knock again, Iya finally opened the door with sleepy eyes and disheveled hair, rubbed her eyes looking at him.

"Iya? Iya Iya!"

The big baddie? What do you want? If nothing, quickly go away, don’t disturb my sleep!

Iya’s eyelids were drooping.

Rogel pointed at his hair, then pointed at her hair, making a beckoning gesture.

He needed Iya’s hair to make a potion to communicate with her.

This left Iya a bit puzzled.

After a difficult communication, the little elf finally barely understood Rogel’s meaning.

"Iya Iya... "

What a strange person...

Iya grumbled a couple of times, gritting her teeth and plucking two strands from her head to hand to Rogel.

After obtaining Iya’s hair.

Rogel took out the Cave Key.

At this time, the cave had already been opened by Rogel.

But it had a very important function.

Storage.

Rogel had previously used the door to Harmony Cave as his warehouse.

Later, he moved to the first level, occupying the room of the Skeleton Secret Witch in the Bone Village.

Rogel specially came here to brew potions.

Brewing potions and preparing magic potions are dangerous, if failed, explosions and such are the least harmful.

After completing the preparation steps.

Rogel took out a potion formula.

He had received a bunch of potion materials and several potion formulas from Old Medicine Ding.

The most practical among them was the formula for a potion called "Temporary Sibling".

"The Medicine Race’s naming method is really strange..."

Rogel complained and decided to call it Communication Potion in the future.

The Medicine Race had been researching the Communication Potion for a long time.

They had even developed a method to brew the corresponding Communication Potion by only altering parts of the materials.

[You read the potion formula.]

[You can now brew the corresponding potion.]

[Potion Name: Communication Potion (originally Temporary Sibling Potion)]

[...]

Rogel glanced past the materials section and directly looked at the success rate.

[Success rate: 31%.]

"Having a probability is good enough."

Rogel withdrew his gaze.

Then, he took out a small cauldron from the pile of items given by Old Medicine Ding.

Rogel, as usual, exited True Perspective and let the game character brew first.

The game character began adding materials to the cauldron in order and didn’t forget Iya’s hair.

[Auto-brewing...]

[Brewing successful, you obtained Communication Potion ×1.]

As Rogel’s game character poured the potion from the cauldron into a bottle, Rogel received a game prompt.

This surprised Rogel.

Originally thought a reload might be needed, didn’t expect success on the first try.

[You successfully brewed one potion, Pharmacy skill experience increased.]

After corking the potion bottle with a wooden stopper, Rogel began examining the potion’s information.

[Communication Potion]

[Type: Potion]

[Quality: White]

[Effect: Gives the drinker the ability to communicate with Gardener Elf, duration half an hour.]

[Explanation: Do you need an explanation for something you brewed yourself?]

White quality, average.

Rogel nodded, ignoring the explanation.

As long as it’s useful, the quality doesn’t matter.

After all, brewing this potion let him save a number of Memory Fish Scale uses, quite profitable.

"These potions seem to lack marked side effects... maybe because a bitter mouth isn’t considered a severe side effect?"

The brewing technology of the Communication Potion had been greatly perfected by the Medicine Race, so the side effect was just a bitter mouth.

Perhaps because of this, it wasn’t marked as a side effect.

Rogel shrugged, letting his game character drink the Communication Potion.

[You used a Communication Potion, you can now communicate with specific Gardener Elf.]

[Remaining time: 29 minutes.]

Rogel took out the Key and returned to Gelin.

He then went to the planting area and knocked on Iya’s little wooden door.

"Open up, open up, it’s time to pay rent."

Rogel switched to True Perspective specifically, had to see this silly little elf’s surprised face.

"Iya Iya!"

Aye, so noisy! So annoying!

Curling up under the blanket, Iya kicked it irritably.

She’d just barely fallen back to sleep!

"Wake up, it’s time to pay rent."

Aye, so annoying!

Iya grumpily hid her little head under the blanket.

But soon, she froze.

Hmm?

Am I dreaming? How can I hear someone, no, an elf talking to me?

Hmm hmm?

Iya quickly crawled out of bed, opened the door, and looked outside with some expectation.

However, she only saw Rogel smiling warmly.

"It’s you, the big baddie again!"

"Annoying, don’t disturb my sleep!"

Iya, a bit disappointed, thought she was hallucinating and was about to turn around to close the door.

"Iya, I need to ask you something."

Rogel spoke up.

Hmm hmm hmm?

Just about to head back inside, Iya was dumbfounded, she scratched her head and finally confirmed Rogel was talking to her.

Ah?

"Were you... just talking?"

Iya, somewhat unsure, looked at Rogel.

"What else?"

Rogel opened his arms.

Iya was shocked: "How can you suddenly talk to me?"

She felt like she was dreaming.

"I used your hair to brew a potion."

Rogel briefly explained, then got to the point.

"That’s not important."

"What’s important is I need you to help me with something now."

Iya still found it hard to believe.

She flew around Rogel, carefully studying him for a moment, then pondered, touching her chin.

Could this big baddie be a hidden Gardener Elf?

That’s strange!

How could a Gardener Elf be this big?

Rogel was speechless, nudging her forehead with a finger: "Don’t daydream, help me out."

Only then did Iya snap back to reality.

"No, you’re bad, I won’t help you."

Iya shook her little head like a rattle.

She, Iya, wouldn’t help this big baddie do anything, even if she jumped off the deck and died outside!

"I’ll buy you anything you want to eat at that time."

Rogel promised.

"Really?"

The little elf’s eyes lit up.

But soon she suspiciously looked at Rogel: "If you’re lying, you’re a puppy!"

"Fine!"

Rogel rolled his eyes, saying irritably.

"Yay!" Iya cheered, then said haughtily: "Then I reluctantly agree, tell me, what do you want me to help with?"