Vol 2 Chapter 264: Gaither Mushroom

Now it was about to enter the territory of the Harpy Clan. In order to prevent the official priestess from being scared away after sensing her own strength, punk had to choose to hide her breath.
　　
In fact, under normal circumstances, whether walking in the wilderness or walking in the city, punk never hides his master-level strength. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to hide. He possesses the "Hertraz Magic Box" and inherits it. The punk who had acquired all the knowledge of the Great Orchestra Vedraxia could hide himself as an ordinary person without any magical fluctuations in every minute, and he was not a legendary powerhouse.
　　
　　 But unless there is a very unavoidable situation, punk never does that.
　　
　　The reason is also very simple, because he likes a clean environment.
　　
Whether in a deserted wilderness or in a bustling city, punk hates noisy beasts and crowds very much. Every time he sees those uncivilized medieval poor making loud noises or even drowning everywhere. The urge to hit a fireball.
　　
　　Punk is most intolerable of wasting precious time on pickpockets and punks who like to find fault everywhere in the city. What's more, the crowded crowd represents an immeasurable risk. No one can guarantee that those humble and humble beggar thieves are not pretending to be a master stalker who is very good at disguising.
　　
The most precious experience that punk has learned from Vedraxia’s battlefield memory is that he must attack and defend against any matter, energy, or everything that is unknown without hesitation, because the danger is always hidden in the inconspicuous. Among the details.
　　
　　 For these reasons, punk will always spread his master-level coercion unscrupulously, and then enjoy the quiet environment where the needle can fall anytime and anywhere, no matter when and where there are no creatures around.
　　
but now…………
　　
　　Punk's repressed impatience endured a few harpy young children playing on the edge of the territory to watch the noise.
　　
　　 "Go, go, leave quickly".
　　
　　The harpy walking in front of the punk and leading the way sent the chirping young children, and then led the punk to the door of the territory quickly.
　　
Like many orc tribes, the Harpy has a custom of offering sacrifices to ancestors. They like to use blood-soaked wooden stakes at the entrance of the tribe to carve the names of ancestors as totem poles, and then place the skulls of some rare prey next to the totem poles. To sacrifice to ancestors, the stronger the tribe, the more skulls will be piled beside the totem poles, and some orc tribes even pile up hills with skulls of various monsters.
　　
　　 The totem poles of the Harpy tribe are very ordinary. Only a few trainee-level professional skulls are still a bit powerful, and the others are just some beast skulls.
　　
Following the harpy who led the way, punk bypassed the plain totem poles and walked into the tribe. The two tall harpy guarding the gate saw the secret gesture made by the guide and withdrew their hostility. The expressions on their faces were also It became ridicule and gloat.
　　
　　 "Gesture? It seems that I haven't been stupid enough yet."
　　
　　Punk was a little funny watching the three harpy witches communicate with each other in self-confident gestures. He could guess that the meaning of these exchanges should be to take himself to see the "priestess".
　　
Glancing at the two harpies who looked at the door with mocking faces, Punk shook his head indifferently. He had secretly placed his hand behind the "green staff", and now as long as the arrogant priestess appears, punk will Can give her a ruthless one at the fastest speed!
　　
However, the priestess did not appear immediately as punk thought. The priestess seemed to be very brazen. She did not come out to condolences the wounded "warriors" hunting like the leaders of ordinary tribes. The harpy who led the way had to force a smile. Ask punk to sit in her house.
　　
　　 It’s okay to sit for a while. Although the priestess is called a priest, she doesn’t seem to be a spellcaster at all. There is no magical fluctuations in the entire camp, and punk is not worried about any traps. So he agreed to the "invitation" of the Harpy.
　　
Seeing that the punk agreed indifferently, the harpy seemed to be relieved. She quickly took the punk to a huge tree house and arranged for an old harpy to entertain the queen "with the best" He left in a hurry.
　　
　　 "Is it reporting to the priestess? After listening to her description, the priestess should rush over in a hurry"!
　　
　　Punk speculated about the reaction of the priestess after receiving an unknown person into the tribe, and felt that it was the best choice to stay here and wait.
　　
So the punk was not in a hurry, he slowly floated up to the tree house built with emerald green leaves as the roof, and then watched a younger harpy bring up a copy, which is very much in this barren tribe. Hearty food.
　　
　　 The harpy with food is a somewhat timid male. In the matriarchal society of the harpy, the status of men is very low, and they generally act as servants.
　　
　　Punk estimated that it would take some time for the priestess to come over after hearing the report. At this time, it is better to see what flavors the tribe has. After all... these flavors will completely disappear after today!
　　
The abundance of food on the plate is relatively speaking. The dishes are just some fruit and vegetable salads without any seasoning. The staple food is a clear broth mixed with a bit of bone marrow. It is definitely not comparable to a banquet of a human nobleman, but punk is more. The punk who likes this kind of light food, with the blood of the ancient elves, actually doesn't like the greasy big fish at the noble banquet.
　　
　　Punk gently used a wooden fork to fork a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, muttering to himself a little vaguely:
　　
"Well, it tastes good. The meat of the Modi lizard is just right stewed. The salt is not too much. The added scallops neutralizes the smell in the meat~EbookFREE.me~ and adds a portion of plum petals. Increasing the aroma... I have to say, if you remove the bitter Gythermia powder, it will be perfect."
　　
　　 At the end, Punk slowly put down the fork and stared at the stunned little Harpy with seriousness.
　　
　　Punk doesn’t have much research on food, but the system's scanning still detected all the accessories in the food, and the Gaiser Mushroom powder, which is clear to punk, is a special Mongolian sweat medicine in the other world.
　　
"It's a pity, kid, I'm not afraid of this stuff, but it's no wonder that you didn't know that Gysser Mushroom does have a strong nerve paralysis effect. You must use Gyser Mushroom to stun those apprentice-level monsters. , But I’m afraid you’ve never used this thing on a formal powerhouse, otherwise you’ll know..."
　　
　　The punk mage directly lifted the head of the little harpy and stood up. Although his voice was playful, it was extremely cold, as if it had come from the Hell of Nine Nethers.
　　
　　 "This kind of poison without magical energy can't affect powerful people beyond the official level. To me, this is just a condiment for blind failure"! )!!