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Chapter 319 Mushroom Merchant (6.4K Please subscribe! Please vote!)
Of course, saying that they were Mushroom Masters was a joke. Herbert did know this race.

Mushroom people, or 蕈人 (rén), are a special species between plants and animals.

They live in groups in dark areas, are peaceful in nature, and are good at growing and eating various mushrooms.

They look like oversized humanoid mushrooms, like to live in the dark and hate light, move slowly, but have strong constitutions and are stronger than many creatures.

Mature myconids can also release various spores. Some of the poisonous spores are aggressive and can be regarded as a poisonous mist that is extremely difficult to defend against completely.

In addition, although they appear to be silent and the entire settlement is soundless, they are not strictly mute and are very good at telepathy with other creatures.

They are talkative but speak very slowly, and sometimes a conversation can last as long as a month.

By the way, although mushroom people can be eaten, it is generally not recommended to eat their corpses.

Some special types of mushroom people contain a deadly poison in their bodies, which not only makes the eater see all kinds of villains, but also irreversibly harms their spirit, making them only able to drool for a long time...

Some special species can even cause death, and it may be too late to rescue them.

Red umbrella and white pole, lie down together after eating~
However, as a creature with a rather Buddhist personality, they generally will not take the initiative to attack as long as their mycelium nests are not destroyed. Instead, they are very happy to communicate with other creatures.

It's a very interesting underground monster.

Herbert had considered them when he first planned to collect (capture) some special monsters in the Underdark and bring them back to Eldar, but gave up because of their inconvenient properties for migration.

He didn't expect to meet him at this time, and the other party owed him a favor for saving his life.

Maybe I can take this opportunity to get some of the mushroom people’s specialties?
Although humans in this world possess the magic to identify poisons, ordinary mortals still do not include mushrooms in their main diet.

Few people eat it and there are certain risks. The mushroom production has always been very low, and only some mountain hunters will actively eat it.

Herbert had long wanted to try serving the dish cold... Of course, I mean serving it cold after frying it.

However, what really interested Herbert was not the other party's race, but the strange aura he felt from this mushroom man.

This half-human-height mushroom man looks high-level at first glance, but suddenly you will feel a legendary-level threat.

There is weirdness.

Before Herbert could speak, the other party noticed the gaze behind him and turned around to salute Herbert, bowing his head respectfully and saluting deeply.

"Your Excellency, the Brave Paladin!"

"It was you who stepped forward at the critical moment, defeated the incarnation of the evil god, completely thwarted his crazy conspiracy, and saved everyone!"

"Thank you for saving us! It was you who saved this city! It prevented it from falling into the hands of the evil god!"

"Your heroic figure, as blazing as the sun, will be praised by the world, and everyone should know about your feat!"

"Please rest assured, we will never forget your kindness after we leave, and we will sing your story with gratitude! Let everyone worship you! Respect and love you!"

……

Herbert raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It wasn't because he was surprised that the mushroom man would thank him, but because of the fact that he asked for it.

Not only can the other party speak, but he also speaks the common language very fluently!
Although her speaking speed was a little slow, one could clearly hear the feminine qualities, and the petite figure actually produced a very mature voice.

Although some myconids are hermaphrodites and can even reproduce asexually (split) to produce their own companions, other branches also have obvious gender distinctions.

One of the rules of adventure in the Twilight Zone - don't judge the gender of the fungus people casually.

Herbert listened to the other party's emotional compliments, which had already been said more than a dozen times with different contents. He blinked and looked at the other party deeply.

Look at what you said, so many lies, do you want to take the civil service exam?
Are you so eager to strike first? Are you afraid that I will attack you right away?

Don't hit someone who smiles at you, and don't scold someone who gives you a gift.

The other party's attitude was so "humble and sensible" that Herbert couldn't just respond with a cold face right away.

He didn't interrupt, just looked at the other person with a smile, wanting to know how much he could make up.

"Praise you! Our savior! Protector of Malagas! Our... ahem!"

Herbert's gaze made the mushroom man feel a little embarrassed. She was obviously stuck and coughed hard.

This rather natural reaction of hers interested Herbert still more.

It’s really interesting that this mushroom person is actually imitating the daily actions of mortals. How long has she lived in human society?
And looking at her dress, Herbert's eyes were filled with more surprise.

Pale translucent skin with mycelium patterns, a gray-white umbrella-shaped hat on the head, and fluorescent blue hair draped over the shoulders.

She was wearing a purple-grey robe. Looking closely at the patterns on it, one could see that it was actually a robe woven from a special fungus.

That's right, with her half-human height and the huge umbrella-shaped hat on her back, she looks like a moving triangular cone roadblock...

But excluding these details, her appearance is that of a very typical traveling merchant, without much of a mushroom-man's characteristics.

This is really novel.

The mushroom merchant looked at Herbert in silence and also closed his mouth, trying to guess what he was thinking.

She wasn't sure if she had said something wrong.

She was hesitating whether to explain, but the paladin glanced at her, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why did you stop? Why don't you continue talking."

Say, keep talking.

I want to see how much you can say.

"Well..." The businessman hesitated, completely unable to understand Herbert's thoughts.

After talking to the mushroom merchant, Herbert turned to look at the vampire lady who had calmed down on the other side.

Eliza came back to her senses from her fantasy at this moment, hid the blood whip behind her with an embarrassed look on her face, and smiled at Herbert:

"Um, ahahahaha, hey, you're back?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? Really, oh..."

She quietly moved her feet, trying to distance herself from the green giant with sharp hands - but the mushroom giant did not receive the order and still kept its head down, guarding against the whip she might whip at any time.

"Don't stop, keep smoking."

Herbert glanced at Eliza and said jokingly, "I think you seem to have a lot of resentment in your heart. It's a good opportunity to vent it."

"Tell me everything you want to say. I'll listen carefully and try to correct it later. Don't make Lady Eliza uncomfortable!"

Eliza pursed her lips, shook her head awkwardly, and muttered to herself, "The miser."

"Ahahaha~ I don't have a temper. I don't have a temper. How could I have a temper?"

Herbert curled his lips, not intending to let her go easily, and snorted, "You have it, don't bear it, don't hold it in until you get sick."

"No, oh, no!"

Miss Vampire pursed her lips and muttered a few words, then moved closer to Herbert, hugged his arm, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear:
"Herbert, there are so many people watching us! Please give me some respect..."

Bad guy!

You bad guy!
Good, bad, bad Paladin!

People also want to maintain their image!
You treat me so rudely now, where is my dignity as a vampire prince?

How can I regain my authority in their eyes?

"Haha." Herbert listened to her angry but coquettish complaints, his expression a little tense, and he couldn't help but want to laugh secretly.

Am I bad?
Herbert felt that after Eliza laughed those three weird "Ha↑Ha↑Ha↑" laughs in public, she had already lost all her image.

What made him even happier was Eliza's attitude.

The current vampire lady has completely lost her initial sharp edges, and when faced with such a situation, the only thing she has left is to act coquettishly and cutely.

The transformation (training) of Miss Vampire is going smoothly and has achieved some initial results.

I feel like I can find an opportunity to give her a set of questions so that I can properly check her learning outcomes.

However, Herbert did not intend to let Eliza go so easily this time.
This girl is the type who is submissive and a born masochist. She shines brightly with a little sunshine.

We still have to take the opportunity to strike back, otherwise, who knows what kind of trouble will arise.

He leaned against the position where the two of them were standing close together and quietly turned his palm to avoid the gaze of others.

He put two fingers together and pinched it lightly.

"Well!?"

Eliza: Huh!!?
The vampire lady's body trembled, then she suddenly let go of Herbert, jumped back three steps, and flew backwards more than ten meters.

She stared at Herbert in disbelief, her lips moving constantly, with many words unsaid.

"you you you!"

I told you there are a lot of people here!

How come you are even more presumptuous!
No, even if you want to do it, you should find a time when no one is around! ! ?

Bad guy!

Herbert glanced at her, trying to hide his smile, snorted deliberately, waved his hand at her, and said with a straight face:

"You didn't want the chance to vent your anger, and you ran so far away in disgust. Forget it, then go and bring the other survivors here."

Eliza raised her finger and pointed at Herbert, her face full of grief and anger, and she couldn't help but want to curse.

I dislike you?

Slander!
You are talking nonsense!
Do you want to take a look at what you just did?
"You... hum!"

Furious but unable to speak, Eliza could only snort in annoyance: "No problem! I will definitely bring them all here!"

Miss Vampire puffed her cheeks, stomped her feet, and left angrily.

Herbert

She wants to vent her anger on other unlucky people!
"Haha, she is becoming more and more interesting."

Herbert smiled, casually sent the vampire lady away, and then looked away.

Compared to this small-time vampire who likes to be a daydreamer, Herbert is now more interested in the special mushroom man in front of him.

He discovered something quite interesting.

Although Miss Mushroom Man's attitude was flattering, she didn't seem to be very afraid of me.

Aren't you afraid of me? Oh, now this is interesting.

Facing a paladin who has the power to destroy the incarnation of the evil god, how could she, an evil businessman, not be afraid?
What is her confidence?
Do you think you can escape from him?

Or...it doesn't matter even if I can't escape?
Guessing the other party's trump card in his heart, Herbert asked the mushroom man who was laughing dryly: "What's your name?"

"Me? My name is Misser Shadowmushroom, and I'm a Shadowmushroom."

Seeing that Herbert finally wanted to talk, Miser secretly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled in a businesslike manner, and saluted again, "Sir Paladin, I am from the Shadow Mushroom Chamber of Commerce."

Shadow mushroom man?
Herbert didn't know the ecology of the mushroom people and guessed that it was just a branch of their race. Anyway, he didn't care much.

"Shadow Mushroom Chamber of Commerce? So, you are a businessman?" He pretended to be surprised and asked another curious question.

"That's right!"

Miser rubbed his hands, his expression very much in line with the stereotype of a greedy businessman, and chuckled, "Sir Paladin, is there anything you want to buy? Whatever you need, the Shadow Mushroom Merchants will be happy to serve you!"

"I can make a personal decision and give you a 20% discount on all the products!"

Oh?
Herbert looked at the spores and dust produced by the rubbing of her fingers, raised his eyebrows, and said "oh" in a playful manner.

Hearing Herbert's tone, the mushroom merchant remained calm and immediately changed his words: "No, I appreciate your help. A 30% discount is not a problem."

"Well...if I work harder, I should be able to give you a 40% discount! Sir, 40% is the maximum, it really can't be any lower."

"50% off! No, 49% off! 48% off..."

Herbert watched the mushroom merchant perform quietly. When she bargained down to 4.2% off, he finally said, "Okay, stop your performance and stop pretending to be so panicked."

The mushroom merchant was stunned, scratched his head awkwardly, and asked tentatively: "Sir, I don't understand what you mean. Are you saying that I am performing? But a 4:1 discount will really cost me my life! Please reconsider..."

"Shut up."

There was a hint of impatience in Herbert's gray eyes, and he said indifferently: "I don't like others performing in front of me."

I've always been the one performing in front of others. When will it be your turn to show off your skills in front of me?

Is it interesting?

Misser immediately shut up, put away the reluctant expression on his face, and nodded gently: "...Yes, I understand."

The mushroom merchant knew Herbert was not joking because she had actually witnessed the scene with her own eyes.

The last guy who performed in front of this Paladin had been stabbed to death by him! And he was his companion!

With a puff, it was nailed to the wall.

So cruel, without any hesitation!

Mise was not curious about where the girl possessed by the evil god was taken. He thought she was probably buried well.

But what’s the point of being treated well after death?
Misae didn't want to die - she had put a lot of effort into this body and it was not something she could throw away easily.

When the God of Lust came, Mise had already given up, thinking that this body must be abandoned.

Who would have thought that things would take a turn for the better, and a paladin who appeared out of nowhere destroyed the evil god's crazy ritual.

Although this paladin also seems to be a tough guy to talk to, he is easier to communicate with than the evil god.

Herbert looked her up and down and asked, "Doppelganger?"

He did not tell the reason for his guess, but just asked directly with the overbearing attitude of a superior treating an inferior.

It was a bit rude of Herbert to do this, no one would be willing to reveal their secrets.

But he is qualified now.

Not to mention being determined, no one would think there was anything wrong with his attitude.

Others would not believe that Herbert was just a high-level paladin, and they just thought he was pretending out of habit.

In the eyes of these survivors, Herbert is the terrifying and powerful man who can fight against the incarnation of the evil god and win an overwhelming victory!
It is perfectly normal to do this.

It would be wrong to ask politely and modestly - a Paladin would not show humility to those of them who were from the evil camp.

"...Yes, I really didn't expect you to be able to discover this. Your vision is indeed amazing."

Misae didn't make any excuses and nodded in acknowledgment.

Since the other party has been discovered, there is no need for her to hide any longer and she took the initiative to reveal her secret.

She put away her hypocritical attitude, lifted the hem of her skirt, bowed to Herbert, and said softly: "Sir Paladin, please allow me to introduce myself to you again."

"Misser Shadow Fungus, owner of the Shadow Fungus Chamber of Commerce."

She raised her head and thanked you sincerely: "I am here to greet you and thank you for saving my precious clone."

Herbert nodded noncommittally in response to the mushroom merchant's thanks.

Just as he guessed in his heart, the guy in front of him was indeed not the real person, but a special clone.

After knowing that Sfanny can create hundreds of flesh and blood clones, Herbert now sees everyone as a clone...it's almost like a side effect of wearing a monocle.

Misser looked at Herbert and said seriously: "Although some of what I said just now was a disguise, I really want to express my gratitude to you. I wonder what you need me to do?"

The mushroom merchant's attitude was sincere, but Herbert's reaction was quite cold.

He lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Do you think I will accept your thanks? Aren't you a slave trader?"

As the words came out, the emotion in Herbert's eyes turned cold, and he silently placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

The carriage not far behind Mise was very consistent with the one that Quinna said the mysterious wizard brought them here.

She is the businessman who kidnapped them!

And the Paladins have no tolerance for slave traders - this is so natural that no one would be surprised.

Misser was not surprised by Herbert's attitude. He shook his head slightly and explained:
"My Lord, you misunderstood. Although I did bring a batch of slaves, I am not actually a slave trader."

"In fact, those slaves and guards were just picked up along the way. They attacked me first, and then I planted spores in them to control them."

"I brought them with me only as a disguise. I did not kill or sell any slaves myself. I allowed them to act as usual."

According to Misser, she had encountered a fierce battle outside this time and was preparing to return to her body to replenish her energy. She had to keep a low profile, so she borrowed the disguise of a slave trader.

"Moreover, I took the initiative to protect them when they were in the most dangerous time."

Although her original intention was to prevent the birth of new undead creatures, judging from the results, she did save a group of slaves.

"I also saved the lady who had cursed herself with weakness. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made it... Someone else came to save her."

Misser paused when he mentioned Theresa, skipping her name without testing Herbert's reaction.

Herbert's expression was calm, his eyes were not confused at all, and he didn't have the slightest regret - what should I react to? He's alive and well now! It's really hard to feel sad.

But Misser didn't know the inside story, he only felt that Herbert's heart was as cold and hard as the sword in his hand.

She became more respectful towards Herbert, and after a moment's deliberation, she tentatively said, "I think... you also knew this, so you didn't attack me at the beginning, right?"

Click.

Herbert pressed the sword back into the sheath, his expression no longer cold. He smiled and nodded: "Not bad, you are very smart."

This is a smart guy.

Misser keenly noticed that Herbert's attitude was not as cold and hard as it appeared, and after disguising himself as a mercenary businessman, he tested him to make sure.

It’s good to be smart.

Herbert likes to communicate with smart people and help them get things done without wasting too much time and effort.

But smart people also have bad sides.

They always have too many little thoughts and need to be careful and vigilant.

Seeing Herbert smile, Misser heaved a sigh of relief and finally put her mind at ease. She released her control over the mushroom giant - she had secretly prepared to risk her life.

Being able to reach the current situation is already a pleasant surprise for her.

"Sir Paladin, if you need anything, please feel free to ask."

"The Shadow Fungus Merchants' exclusive products are materials unique to the Dark Region and alchemical potions made from these materials."

She did not hide anything and showed her sincerity.

If possible, she would be willing to take out at least six legendary alchemical potions.

This was both a thank you and an attempt to establish a good relationship with Herbert.

She is a merchant of the neutral camp and has the opportunity to cooperate with the Paladins.

Misser was still worried that Herbert would not buy it, so he took the initiative to explain the effects of the six potions.

But who would have thought that just as she was about to speak, the Paladin who had been acting very calm before suddenly asked in a strange tone: "Alchemy potion? There won't be any problem, right?"

Worried about problems?
Misser was delighted. She was not worried that Herbert would be suspicious, but she was afraid that he would not be interested.

"Sir, please rest assured! I made them myself, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed! If there is any problem, I can give you ten times the compensation!"

Herbert raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "So confident?"

"Of course!"

The petite mushroom merchant puffed out his chest and assured confidently, "Sir, please do not doubt my confidence as a legendary alchemist!"

Herbert's expression became even more amused. He stroked his chin and muttered softly, "Alchemist, and a legendary alchemist..."

At this moment, Miser suddenly instinctively felt that something was wrong, and asked uneasily: "Um, is there something wrong with this?"

Did I say something wrong?
"Problem? No, there isn't. This is very good, very good." Herbert was stunned for a moment, then denied it on the spot.

Herbert nodded in agreement, looking at Misser with an increasingly fiery gaze.

The fiery gaze, which was in stark contrast to his previous cold attitude, made Miser, the spore puppet clone, feel a chill on his back.

what happened?
What on earth is going on!!!
What is going wrong?
The mushroom merchant was confused, trying to figure out what the problem was, while Herbert was quite happy.

He stared at Misae and nodded vigorously, becoming more and more satisfied with her.

Who said mushroom people are bad?
This mushroom man is so great!

Folks, I found an alchemist in the underworld.

She said she wanted to go home with me!
(End of this chapter)