My Magical Card Tavern

"Found it."

Gianna paused as she turned the pages, her finger landing precisely on an illustration.

The picture shows a woodland filled with sunlight and dew, which is obviously very different from a dark and dense forest.

Sunlight, dew, and sunlight filtering through the forest onto the earth shone directly on an elf crouching on a branch.

The elf smiled, and the sunlight shone on his face, as if subtly embellishing and sculpting his elegance and handsomeness.

He gently extended his right hand, his fingertips slowly touching the tips of the leaves under the witness of sunlight and dew.

"Tsk, elves are indeed a race that produces many handsome men and beautiful women."

After giving a brief assessment of the male elf's appearance, Genele turned his attention to the explanation beside him.

This encyclopedia of special resources happens to mention a type of nut plant, and from the description, it seems to be quite similar to the nuts that Graham described.

Morning Acorn, a special resource produced by elves.

In summary, the effects are roughly to clear the mind and improve eyesight, as well as to strengthen the brain and regulate Qi.

While it cannot permanently increase IQ, it can indeed enhance an organism's intelligence level in a short period of time, aiding in learning and becoming stronger.

In short, morning acorns have many benefits and can be consumed by people of all professions. They can also be further processed according to one's own occupational characteristics, without any occupational barriers.

Moreover, under the careful care of the elves, the natural astringency of the acorns in the early morning is transformed into a natural sweetness, making the taste even more exquisite.

"Acorns in the early morning..."

After carefully reading through the encyclopedia entry, Ginell closed his eyes, his mind filled with the complex and intricate magical structure of Nut Magic.

However, the moment the thought of condensing the Morning Acorn appeared, the already complex magical structure of the Nut Spell underwent a profound transformation, making it seem even more difficult.

It worked!

Ginnell's eyes flashed, realizing that his guess was correct.

Both the beer-making technique and the nut-making technique have similar advanced branches!

This is magic at the conceptual level, not just providing others with a little water and nutrients during the apocalypse or famine!

Good news, the guess was correct, and there's even actual evidence.

Bad news, this Nut Technique is getting harder and harder...

Ginnell continued flipping through the illustrations and descriptions, only then realizing that something was wrong.

Morning Acorns, a well-known special resource among the elves, come in various varieties.

It mainly depends on the level of the elf who is the grower.

If that elf is truly powerful, cultivating acorns that turn into sweet juice when mature wouldn't be a problem.

Without a doubt, Ginell has absolutely no skill level.

That's the beauty of a library; even if Gianna sits here with his eyes closed, no one will disturb him, allowing him to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.

They might drown soon.

High quality is essential; otherwise, it won't work.

No, I don't care about the texture.

If we don't use any special effects, then it's no different from a regular acorn, and Ginell wouldn't even need to do the research.

After much deliberation and refinement—actually, a constant mental adjustment to the magical structure—Ginnell finally found a balance between perfection and impracticality.

My turn!

Come forth, morning acorn!

A bright green acorn fell onto the table. Ginell quickly put it in his pocket, got up, returned the book, and left.

On the way, Gianna held the acorn in his hand and examined it carefully, but finally shook his head regretfully.

Pity.

The morning acorns, created through compromise, now feel like malnourished, unripe fruit in your hand.

It's probably impossible to taste the natural crispness here; this morning acorn is more likely to have a lot of astringency, and one bite could turn your face green.

After walking for a while, Gianna stopped and looked up to find that she had unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the Church of Holy Light.

Oh right, the library and the Church of Holy Light are indeed very close.

Compared to the last time, the atmosphere inside the Church of Holy Light was a bit more hurried this time, with a group of nuns and priests walking out of the Church of Holy Light in a hurry.

Judging from this direction, it seems they're heading towards the Adventurers' Guild.

Ginnell's mind raced as she realized that the unusual activity in the Dark Forest had attracted the attention of all sectors of Silver Star City, and that the nuns and priests she had just seen were probably going to provide support.

It can even treat severely injured adventurers who are brought back to the city.

Ginnell took a stroll around the Church of Holy Light, looking at some of the statues of gods and related stories that she hadn't paid much attention to last time, just like a tourist.

To be honest, the stories within the Church of Holy Light are incredibly detailed and believable.

Whether it's a grand narrative of slaying an evil god and saving the world, or a small story like the God of Light personally stepping in to fight for a child who has made progress, giving the child a piece of candy that the parents have promised but have yet to deliver.

It's very comprehensive, so comprehensive that it's as if someone taught them how to write it.

Um......

Recalling the Holy Light's behavior inside the tavern, Ginell suddenly had a thought that was not very respectful, and even somewhat blasphemous.

These stories couldn't have been recited verbatim by the Holy Light after flipping through his own memoirs or even after consulting the God of Light, could they?

Ginnell finally arrived at the statue of the Goddess of Light and found that the nun, who was even more robust than the warrior, was still there, leading some young men and women in chanting hymns and prayers.

Judging from the happy expressions on the faces of the man and woman, and their subtle gestures, they were probably a newlywed couple who came to the Temple of the Goddess of Light to pray for blessings.

The nun also noticed Ginnell at the door and nodded to him, her gaze lingering briefly on the row of chairs beside her.

Gianna's brow twitched.

What do you mean? You want me to wait here for a while?

With nothing else to do, Gianna sat properly on the row of chairs in the church, quietly listening to the nun's singing, which was not melodious but full of energy.

Compared to the men and women he led in singing, this nun's voice was loud and rhythmic, with each syllable seemingly grounded, like a hammer being used to reinforce the foundation bit by bit.

It's somewhat like a breathing technique used to become stronger?

Gianna did not attempt it lightly, but rather observed the young men and women singing with great interest through their perception of rhythm.

By observing the imbalance in rhythm and changes in tone, one can easily determine where the other person is feeling unwell.

Or rather, it's a bit unreliable.

Sure enough, after the singing ended, the nun held the hands of each girl with a kind face and whispered to them how to take care of their health, making them blush.

Even some young husbands were not spared the nuns' whispers.

The daughter of the Holy Light is not bound by gender barriers; she is just a bit more direct in her speech.

In layman's terms, it means that someone is feeling weak and should take certain medicines and foods.