"At that time, as usual, I climbed the cliff along the vines. The jungle in front of me was no different from before, and I thought how nice it would be to find a magic lotus flower. Of course, this was just a thought. Even if I really found a magic lotus flower, I wouldn't collect it; I'd leave it in its place to grow quietly. Such extremely rare magical materials would be wasted in my hands; only mages can bring out their true potential."
At the dinner table, Herbal Master Shawn was telling everyone (mainly his wife) about his dangerous experience, while they (mainly his wife) listened attentively, nodding and smiling from time to time.
Bartlett chewed the honey-roasted quail in his mouth, biting the bones and flesh with a squeaking sound. His eyes stared blankly at the darkness outside the window, while his mind planned tomorrow's journey.
