The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 109 Unbelievable Reward (Please Subscribe!)
The first of the three rewards is a settlement after leading the refugees from Xingmei Town to Longwei Pass and 'completely settling them in'—

Leading three hundred people through the eerie Dawn and Dusk Forest is no easy task.

Confusion and fear can breed unease and create conflict.

But with your excellent leadership skills, you'll always manage to defuse trouble before it even happens.

Comforting others is a skill, and you happen to possess it.

You have obtained 'Resting Song':
During breaks, you can use gentle music or words to help your companions recover from injuries and regain their energy.

"So I guess I also possess a healing method? Even if I can't use it in battle..."

Restoring 'energy' is just a bonus, at most allowing the over-exhausted gravel to skip a few meals.

The reason why true bards are considered the "all-rounders" of a team, besides their spellcasting and crowd control abilities, is primarily due to their healing capabilities.

They are taking a risk; they are gambling with their lives.

The ability to treat patients inherently translates to an increased survival rate.

However, the high price of [healing potions] is not something every team can afford.

Perhaps everyone carries a bottle with them, just in case.

But the price of surviving an adventure while hanging on by a thread is often that the mission's expenses exceed its revenue.

This is also why the "Daughter of Wealth," this adventure party of rangers with the "Healing" skill, was favored by mage apprentices and gradually rose to fame.

"I understand the 'Resting Song' part, but what exactly is this 'Copier'?"

Exhausted, Tang Qi hadn't even put his pants on yet when he reached for a palm-sized flat-topped mushroom by the bedside:
"This terrible shape..."

He looked at the description in the log—

Happiness is a hormone, an emotion, and there are many ways to generate it.

Although you couldn't truly connect with the spores on a spiritual level, you still allowed them to experience genuine joy through the bridge of music.

You have obtained the 'Spore Replicator':
When you squeeze the target, the released spores will envelop it and condense into a brand new replica.

The clone obeys commands and can perform simple actions. It cannot cast spells or cause harm, but it has a telepathic connection with the original.

It lasts for 1 hour. After the time limit ends or it is damaged, it will turn into spores and dissipate.

It has one charge, and after the charge is consumed, it will be invalid within 24 hours. After the time limit expires, it needs to be replenished with 'spores'.

Note: Pfft pfft!

"A clone? It can clone living things?"

Tang Qi's first thought was of the Necromancer's eighth-circle spell, [Clone].

That was a 'life extension' spell used to cultivate an unconscious clone as a form of death insurance.

Human lifespan is limited, and it is difficult to live past 100 years old in the natural aging process.

Those great mages who were about to die of old age cloned themselves to prolong their lives and carefully preserved them in containers.

After their physical bodies perish, their souls are transferred to their clones by magic, thus beginning a new few decades for them.

Of course, since he has not yet met an eighth-ring spellcaster, Tang Qi is not sure whether such a life-extending spell actually exists in this world.

Moreover, this mushroom does not possess similar abilities.

If we were to draw an analogy, Tang Qi thinks it's more like a tangible version of the first-circle spell, "Silent Illusion."

After all, the inability to use clones in combat adds some limitations.

"But it's still somewhat defying the heavens..."

Tang Qi squeezed the replicator in his hand, and was immediately enveloped by the sprayed odorless spores. The gas rushed into his nasal cavity, forcing him to cover his mouth and nose and close his eyes.

When he slowly opened his eyes, the milky white flat-headed mushroom had turned gray, and another Tang Qi was already standing beside the bed.

Why aren't you wearing any clothes?

Tang Qi dared not look directly at himself.

Because he has megalophobia.

But as he exclaimed in surprise, he discovered that the [Tang Qi clone] had made the same movements at almost the same time: turning its head, turning around, and covering its eyes.

"So, until an order is given, 'he' will maintain the same movements as me?"

Tang Qi attempted to establish a spiritual connection with the clone.

The whole process was similar to what Chenxi had described earlier, the feeling of connecting to the spore network.

For a fleeting moment, he felt as if his soul had been ripped away and he found himself in a vast, boundless universe.

In the boundless darkness, another point of light was found, and a connection was established with it:
"Can you write a book?"

Tang Qi asked tentatively.

Then he saw his clone walk to a desk in the corner of the house, pick up a quill pen and start creating.

There was no need for Tang Qi to approach and observe, as the clone itself possessed a certain degree of thought, which would be transmitted to his mind through the connection between the two.

Therefore, he clearly perceived the content written by the copy—

What is the meaning of life? This is a question of emptiness that only arises when a person is lost, doesn't know who they are, and deeply reflects on themselves...

Tang Qi rolled over, but didn't want to move, and couldn't help but say:

"Damn it, I'm completely drained. The 'wise mania' isn't over yet..."

But the brief attempt made him realize that this clone did not have a 'soul'.

The reason why they are able to write content similar to their own writing style is entirely due to their search for their own thoughts and knowledge, and the creation of text that meets their own requirements.

While it cannot be perfect, Tang Qi still needs to make some calibrations in certain details.

However, it can help relieve some of his writing pressure: "I don't know what it does besides being a writing tool that lets me slack off for a while—but it's useful nonetheless."

As for the filling 'spores'..."

Tang Qi rummaged through his dimensional bag, took out the mushrooms he had pulled out from the seaside house the night before, and filled the bag with them. He found that the recovery progress was about 70%.

"The required quantity is not large; we can 'borrow' some from the spores. It shouldn't be a big problem."

After Tang Qi, the "tool," put on some clothes and continued writing the story, the main character lying on the bed looked at the last reward—

From dawn to noon, from the door to the bedding.

You actually survived six hours of 'torture'.

You are a true warrior; all the stallions would be proud of you.

People say, "There are no fields that are over-cultivated, only oxen that have died from exhaustion."

And you are trying to change that fact.

You have gained 'Super Energy':
You can recover from 'wise mode' more quickly.

Note: Admit it, you actually enjoy it too!

"I really need this."

Although each of the three rewards has its own extraordinary aspects, it is undeniable that they all seem to have value.

Even now, recalling those scenes from that early morning, Tang Qi couldn't help but tremble—and that was after he had obtained [Superhuman Energy].

He had just woken up in the evening and was trying to write in his journal when he could barely muster the strength to pick up a pen.

Fortunately, I entered 'slave labor' mode, kept a log, and gradually recovered my strength after acquiring a specialty.

The culprit behind all this seemed to have simply been nestled in his blankets, held in his arms, and taking a short nap with Tang Qi in the sunlight before hurriedly leaving [Friendly House] in the afternoon to prepare for all matters related to the tavern.

Tang Qi felt inferior to Catherine in terms of her decisiveness.

His stomach was growling loudly from hunger, but he still didn't have the courage to get out of bed, afraid that he would accidentally fall to his knees on the ground.

He could only sigh and call out towards the door:

"Dawn, dawn?"

"I'm here."

The paladin who had been waiting outside the door all day conveyed his thoughts directly to Tang Qi's ears.

"Get me some dinner from Chuck, I'm starving."

The sound of the iron boots pounding on the floor was so heavy that it was quite noticeable whether the sound came from afar or near.

In less than ten minutes, Chenxi pushed open the door and entered. The first thing she noticed in the room was the replica:

"This is……"

"It's just a spell, ignore it."

There are many strange things in this world, and in most cases, they can be covered up by the excuse of 'magic', so Tang Qi did not intend to hide it.

Chenxi didn't ask any further questions, and carried the tray to Tang Qi's messy bed:
"Mr. Chuck said it was leftover chicken stew with patties from dinner, and he asked his wife to heat it up for you."

Although they had only spent a day together, Tang Qi felt he had already gotten to know this friendly halfling 'guide' quite well:
"He must have said something else."

Yes, I was just about to memorize it—

Stewing is what we halflings are best at, and this [Chicken Stew with Pancakes] is completely different from yesterday's mixed stew.

In addition to the necessary marinating of the chicken legs, you should also add butter, scallions, bay leaves, and thyme to the pot in advance, stir-fry for ten minutes, add sherry and bring to a boil, stirring until the liquid becomes thick, then add the prepared chicken legs and dough.

It has a rich chicken broth as the base, and the soaked cream dough contains not only the necessary chicken filling, but also my favorite mozzarella cheese.

Although every halfling family has its own secret recipe, I can guarantee that only the chicken stew with patties at [Friendly Home] is the most delicious!

"That's exactly what he would say."

Clearly, Chuck was very satisfied with his, or rather his wife's, cooking skills and would always boast about the dishes at "Friendly House" to outsiders.

Indeed, many people stay at this hotel just to taste the most authentic halfling cuisine.

Tang Qi slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard. For a moment, he felt like a husband who had been bedridden for a long time.

The plate was already placed on a wooden table used as a bedside table, so he could enjoy the bowl of rich chicken soup with its brown-crusted pie and glistening base.

Taking a bite into the pie, the savory aroma of cheese and chicken bursts into your mouth, mixed with the fresh scent of celery, yet it doesn't feel overpowering.

"Delicious!" Tang Qi exclaimed sincerely.

"I have finished reciting it."

Just then, after a moment of silence, Chenxi suddenly spoke.

Tang Qi blinked, staring at the helmet that revealed a hint of black mist.

"I have finished reciting it."

"The dawn is breaking," Chenxi said again.

Tang Qi suddenly realized:

"You actually completed the 'memorize the recipe word for word' challenge? Indeed, there's no difficulty in this world that can stop you!"

The black mist thickened, and she seemed to finally feel satisfied.

Tang Qi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take a sip of soup when Chuck's voice came from outside the door:

"Mr. Tang Qi, someone is looking for you, and they seem to be in a great hurry!"

(End of this chapter)