Chapter 269 - 259: Elf and Sugar 10

Staring at the empty warehouse, the two Sea Sprites’ jaws nearly hit the floor.

’Are Recyclers really this efficient these days?’

’No, it’s not that Recyclers are amazing—it’s this person in front of us.’

After Moira Lynch’s little demonstration, the two Sea Sprites’ respect for her had clearly grown.

In a hurry, the two Sea Sprites led the way, and the three of them quickly arrived at the next warehouse.

Along the way, thanks to the Healing Device and a recovery potion, Moira Lynch’s spiritual power had mostly recovered.

The second warehouse also contained machinery. Judging by its condition, it was probably purchased with the previous batch, but the models looked a little different.

’I’ll deal with it when I get back.’

She released her spiritual power, enveloping the machinery.

This time, Moira Lynch didn’t store all the machinery at once, instead splitting the task into two parts.

’Even though my spiritual power was almost fully recovered, the feeling of complete depletion was awful. There’s plenty of time, so I might as well pace myself.’

The third warehouse was also filled with machinery.

This batch was slightly different from the first two, however, as this machinery was brand new.

"Are you sure you don’t want any of this? It hasn’t even been unboxed," Tong Wynn said, gesturing to the contents of the warehouse.

The two Sea Sprites waved their hands dismissively. "We don’t want it. We don’t want any of it. Please, take it all."

"Um, may I ask why you bought all this in the first place?"

’The previous batches were at least unboxed and showed signs of use. But this stuff... it hasn’t even been opened.’

’Which means the contents have never been touched.’

’If they weren’t going to use it, then why buy it? They must have money to burn.’

Of course, she wouldn’t say that out loud.

One of the Sea Sprites explained, "These were originally meant to improve life for our people."

"Then why did you give up on them?"

Moira Lynch was very curious.

She had noticed before that these elves seemed to despise technological products.

"Because we simply can’t stand the food they produce. An elf’s palate is extremely delicate; we can taste the slightest impurity."

Hearing this, an expression of understanding dawned on Moira Lynch’s face.

’To others, this habit of The Elven Race might seem fussy, or even neurotic. But from Moira Lynch’s perspective, all she could think was that she hoped they had more habits just like it.’

After stowing everything from the third warehouse, Moira Lynch eagerly proceeded to the fourth.

The fourth warehouse, however, wasn’t filled with machinery, but with row after row of green burlap sacks.

They were sacks, but they only came up to her calf. Sealed at the top, they were stacked neatly, filling the entire warehouse.

Moira Lynch opened one of the bags and was immediately hit with the scent of fresh grass and damp earth after a rain. Inside, she found that it was filled with strangely shaped seeds.

[Seed of the Elf Tree House: A viable Elf Tree House seed should be perfectly round. One month after planting, it will grow into a complete tree house and produce new seeds after one year.

An Elf Tree House is warm in winter and cool in summer. A viable Elf Tree House is fully functional, equipped with three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a storage room. It also possesses an automatic defense ability.

Defective Elf Tree House seeds are irregularly shaped. After planting, there is a chance they will simply die. Their growth time is unknown, and the final product is also unpredictable.

It might grow into a perfect Elf Tree House, or it might become an ordinary Elf Tree—anything is possible.

PS: Defective Elf Tree House seeds do not possess the ability to reproduce.]

’Holy crap.’

’So all those tree houses outside were grown from these seeds?’

’They may all be defective, but they’re still seeds. That’s good enough for me.’

’So what if the success rate is lower and the growth time and final shape are unpredictable? That’s not a big problem. I can just sell them as blind boxes.’

’With the specs listed for a proper Elf Tree House, countless people would be falling all over themselves to buy these seeds.’

She stowed all the seeds in her space.

Next was the fifth warehouse.

She opened the warehouse to find rows of transparent wings, all of different shapes and sizes.

[Molted Elf Wings: Periodically, members of The Elven Race will molt their old wings and grow a new pair.

The old wings retain a degree of flight ability. They can also be thrown like darts, a crucial function for those living by the sea.

Wings of different sizes are molted by different types of elves and have varying functions.

PS: Elf Wings become extremely fragile once detached. Please handle with care.]

Reading the reminder from Patience, Moira Lynch subconsciously slowed her movements.

After she had cleared out the entire warehouse, the two Sea Sprites led her to several more. These were filled with all kinds of sugar.

When they pushed open the door to the final warehouse, a cloud of dust billowed out, making them all choke and cough.

When the dust settled, they looked inside.

The contents were a chaotic jumble of all sorts of things.

Burlap sacks were piled into small mountains alongside heaps of Elf Tree House seeds.

’Never mind the sacks; no doubt they were filled with that special sugar.’

Because they were in direct contact with the ground, some of the Elf Tree House seeds had already started to sprout.

But with no sunlight, water, or sufficient nutrients, their growth was very slow; they were still just tiny saplings.

"These bags look ancient. How long have they been in here?" Moira Lynch asked.

The two Sea Sprites shook their heads. "We’ve forgotten. This was our very first warehouse, so it has a bit of everything in it. Even our childhood toys."

Moira Lynch stored everything from the warehouse in her space.

However, she ran into a problem when it came to the Elf Tree House seeds.

Excluding the ones that hadn’t germinated, a surprising two-thirds of the Elf Tree House seeds had already sprouted.

By a rough estimate, there were tens of thousands of them.

The problem was that the seeds had originally been piled together, so now that they had sprouted, their root systems were completely entangled. Separating them was not going to be easy.

By the time Moira Lynch finished clearing out all the warehouses and returned to where she started, the players’ lunch break was just ending. Her timing was perfect.

"Are you sure you don’t want to rest for a bit?" one of the Sea Sprites asked.

’To use so much spiritual power and still be so energetic... this person really is no ordinary human.’

’It’s strange, though. Why would someone like this be working for The Elven Race instead of being recruited by the military?’

Moira Lynch shook her head, declining his kind offer. "No, that’s quite alright. Thank you for your concern."

She was about to turn and leave when she suddenly remembered something and stopped in her tracks.

She called out to the two Sea Sprites and recounted the events of that morning.