T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 580, page 579: The orange tea is so pure!
Most monsters have a higher, if not lower, need for salt than humans.

When carnivorous monsters kill their prey, they usually suck the blood immediately, just to savor that fascinating salty and bitter taste.

Herbivorous monsters will go to great lengths to find salt and alkali hidden in riverbeds and soil, as the value of plants that provide salt and a salty taste is equivalent to that of water.

The winged deer is omnivorous but docile and will not launch attacks, so it brought the orange tea to the edge of a lush mudflat upstream.

"This is your salt?" Orange Tea looked at the plant hidden in the mud and weeds with some surprise.

Numerous bulb-like flower buds swayed in the breeze.

It is about the size of a ping-pong ball, with a texture between crystal and seashell, and is milky white in color, delicate and luscious.

Thick, fleshy petals bloom at the top of the flower bud, with sticky threads faintly visible on the inside. Orange Tea rubbed some on his hand and licked it.

The subtle saltiness made her savor it repeatedly.

After recalling the plant encyclopedia for a while, Orange Tea let out a soft "hmm".

As its name suggests, the Salt Flower is a unique plant that is highly adaptable but relatively rare in the wild.

Because of its ability to convert nutrients into salt crystals, it is highly favored by monsters.

At this moment, the lightning-struck winged deer was carefully licking the mucus inside the petals with its tongue, afraid of damaging the ball salt flower.

Given the limited intelligence of most monsters, their understanding of the ball salt flower is no different from that of a berry—eat it once, and a new one will appear in half a year.

Expecting them to be pampered like lightning-struck stags, and to be satisfied with just a couple of licks as snacks, is simply unrealistic.

As it licked, its eyes narrowed with delight.

Seeing this, Orange Tea took out the large armor plates she had dismantled and slowly dug down along the edge of the soil around the two Salt Flower plants until their delicate roots were exposed, then she started searching with her hands.

The lightning-struck winged deer had bulging eyes and was biting the orange tea's clothes as it pulled them back.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean to ruin your food," Orange Tea quickly explained. "Why don't you try moving these flowers to the cave where you live?"

The lightning-struck winged deer tilts its head.

“This place is too far from your cave. If some other guy chews it up or uproots it, you won’t be able to stop him.”

"I can help you transplant it, and I can also help you purify the salt crystals and grow more spherical salt flowers. It's not difficult."

When they tried again, the lightning-struck winged deer didn't bite Orange Tea's clothes this time.

He exhaled, pressed his head to the ground, and watched nervously as the orange tea carefully protected the roots of the saltwort, pulling it off the ground and placing it into the newly woven backpack.

In order to get back to the cave as quickly as possible, the lightning-struck winged deer decisively became Orange Tea's mount and galloped all the way.

Leveling the land and loosening the soil can all be done with magic. Under the leader's command, the winged deer completed the site transformation for the Orange Tea operation.

In the open space next to the cave, the "salt" that the winged deer had been longing for was planted.

For several days in a row, every morning when they went out to forage, the winged deer would circle around the salt flowers and exhale.

Seven days after the orange tea arrived in Anna, and six days after the saltwort was planted, all the saltwort plants were still thriving.

The lightning-struck winged deer no longer hindered the orange tea, and one after another, the ball salt flower was transplanted outside the cave.

The winged deer went out in search of wild salt flowers, leading the orange tea along the way.

Over the course of a month, the winged deer, who used to be able to indulge in a small taste of salt crystals every three or four days, could now smell the intoxicating salty aroma outside their caves every day when they returned from foraging.

During this month, in addition to busying herself with transplanting the little snacks that the winged deer had been longing for, Orange Tea also managed to complete her awakening.

It went very smoothly, without any hiccups.

Having gained a basic grasp of magic, she couldn't resist trying the "hand-rubbed flame" technique that the jailer had often talked about in his previous life.

"If I had magic, I would make you a self-heating hot pot every day by hand."

That's just how he is; he can make some adorably silly and hilarious remarks.

In the dimly lit cave, Orange Tea, now a magician, was like a child touching a lighter for the first time; the flame in her palm flickered on and off.

When Orange Tea came to her senses, she realized that the winged deer around her were all watching her with loving eyes as she giggled.

They, who are born with magic, don't understand why Orange Tea can be so happy playing with a flame.

This smile reminded them of the monsters that followed behind them, picking up poop to eat.

When they are feasting, they occasionally show similar expressions.

Orange Tea was unaware of the subtle psychological state of the winged deer. Excited, she slept until dawn and immediately got up to get busy.

This past month has reminded her of her days living in the countryside.

As soon as it gets light, we have to get up to feed the pigs and chickens, and cut grass to feed the cattle.

After getting into university and entering the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, these activities and skills were forgotten in the corners of my memory.

Away from the internet and crowds, with only the company of deer, and with her feet firmly on the ground, she found extraordinary peace within herself. Orange Tea didn't feel unlucky; on the contrary, she was incredibly lucky!

They found the water source by throwing sticks.

They found the docile winged deer by searching for water sources.

They naturally accepted me, and I lived with them, which ensured my safety.

What is there to complain about? As long as we can regain our strength, everything is temporary.

The food was rather meager. Wild boar, rabbit, and river fish were always available if you wanted them, but without seasonings, the taste of the wild game was indescribable.

At times like these, she can't help but think of everyone.

"You guys mustn't fall into some remote place. If you're raised on squid and potatoes and become so picky about food, you definitely won't be able to stand it."

"Especially you, sigh... Brother jailer, let him use my good luck first, don't let him starve."

The blood of the prey, the rotting fruit that had fallen to the ground, the rich humus that had accumulated for countless years, and large chunks of phosphate rock.

All of these were used as fertilizer by the orange tea plant, filling the soil around the bougainvillea to enrich the soil.

The salt produced by slowly absorbing nutrients is just for fun; systematic composting is the real solution.

Tasting the fine salt crystals on the surface directly, you can already feel the enhanced "flavor" of the spherical salt flowers, but the orange tea feels it's not enough.

Spend a day refining cups from armor fragments using fire elements provided by the winged deer.

Salt crystals and mucus were scraped off the petals and veins, and impurities were visible in the water-soaked and separated parts.

The prison guard promised her he would make a self-heating hot pot with the flame in his palm, and she accomplished it herself.

Place the armor patches horizontally over the fire pit and bake them over a low flame until noticeable granular salt crystals appear.

After the salt crystals of the spherical salt flower are purified, they present a wonderful cherry blossom pink color. Under the light, they even refract a faint colored light in the cave, causing the winged deer to pant heavily.

"Alright, alright, I've been busy for a month just for this!"

Orange Tea happily stored the salt crystals scraped off the armor plates in a metal cup.

In one day, a small amount was extracted, which was more than enough.

She started counting from the cave entrance; the herd of winged deer totaled 34, and they were all present.

This is a habit she developed on the 10th day of practicing tally marks.

Make sure all your companions are present when the sun sets.

The winged deer were very cooperative. Whenever she counted them, even if they were lying on the ground, they would slightly raise their heads, as if raising their hands to signal.

The salt crystals were so fine that it was hard to find a container to divide them, so Orange Tea held up her cup and, as each winged deer passed by, dipped her finger in the salt and smeared it on the deer's lips.

Her pink tongue curled slightly...

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!!!"

Excited panting filled the air, and the entire cave echoed with the joyful trotting of the winged deer.

Many winged deer, after being licked, would involuntarily collapse and wobble on the ground.

Orange Tea was shocked, thinking there was something wrong with its purification process.

But upon closer examination, *Salvia splendens* does not have any toxic side effects...

The lightning-struck winged deer was the last to taste the salt crystals. After just one bite, he couldn't help but bury his head in the orange tea's belly and rub it incessantly.

"Wow, what happened to you too!"

It took Orange Tea a while to realize what had happened.

She underestimated the allure of high-purity salt crystals to monsters.

Most monsters will never taste salt of such high purity in their entire lives. The best salt they have ever eaten is the white sand from natural salt mines and saline-alkali land.

The orange tea they provide is so pure.

It was so pure that it gave their bodies the ultimate pleasure, breaking through the threshold in an instant, and reaching a state of near ecstasy with just their taste buds.

The lightning-struck winged deer lay down in front of the orange tea, its four hooves in the air, and went from rubbing its belly to rubbing its legs.

The deer's tail swayed rapidly, like a helicopter propeller, as if it were about to take off.

Its eyes were glazed over, and its tongue kept licking at Orange Tea's calves, as if the ultimate pleasure was waiting to be licked there.

"How come you've become just like the jailer!"

(End of this chapter)