Zhao Mai, who was taking a nap, stretched his waist vigorously, threw the little hairy dog ​​off his shoulder, and lay on the ground with his back humming. After teasing with his fingers, the puppy calmed down after being put back on his shoulder, like a chick hiding back under the hen's wings.

"Start training tomorrow, have a good rest today." A squirrel held a note blocking Zhao Mai's way. It shook its big tail, looked at Zhao Mai with black bean-like eyes, and its small sharp mouth shook. Zhao Mai had a heart-to-heart relationship and took a big acorn from the dried fruits piled up in a corner of the room. The squirrel held the acorn in both hands, filled its cheeks all at once, nodded, and ran away.

Being able to receive training is good news for Zhao Mai. Only with the power of self-protection can he go deep into the forest to find valuable treasures, and travel through the jungle to go to the town to take a look. The gold coins of destiny will only appear in various currencies. The old Ranger only has daily necessities at his home, and he may not store coins or the like.

The training of a real ranger is very attractive to a modern person. Even when using guns to the army, it is often more passionate to fight without cold weapons. The wilderness of the fantasy world is a primitive place full of beasts. It can survive in this environment for many years and its ability is far more powerful than that of various "explorers".

Even Beer has never taken Chimera's skin, right? Zhao Mai has done it. Crocodile may be the limit of Beer's melee fighting ability? I don't know what kind of beast Carl has killed. If he could go back with a dragon skin, I don't know if he could shock the world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mai was suddenly stunned and had a good idea in his mind. Even if he didn't focus on things like gold, silver and gems, it might be easier to bring some living things back. Not to mention dragon eggs, it would be priceless to bring a griffin egg to hatch. The rich people are scrambling to build larger yachts, but who can have a griffin?

But let alone dragons, even griffins are not easy to deal with. Without strong personal force, it can only be a dinner delivery action. Zhao Mai measured that his current force could not even beat a war horse, and he ranks last among the carnivores in the entire Rangers territory. Oh, it is not right, it should be ranked better than the puppy on his shoulders.

It’s nothing to be able to do with force now. After all, I have never received this training since I was a child. Now I just need to try my best to improve myself. If you want to practice physical fitness, you need to keep up with nutrition. Meat should look sufficient, but the coarse salt is really unswallowed.

The old ranger can teach himself that it is kindness, and kindness should be rewarded with kindness. Anyway, there is nothing to do this afternoon, so it is better to cook salt.

He climbed down a layer from the tree and told Carl and Soru about this idea. The old Ranger nodded with a smile and encouraged him to do it, but the orc looked like "I don't believe it." He didn't want to help, and after saying a few words to Carl, he ran out.

It’s not a big mistake for them to believe it, because salt as thin as flour is only available to elves, and other races only have coarse salt to eat. This is mainly because the elves’ bodies are relatively weak, not as strong as the dwarf’s body to tolerate toxins, so there is no problem that they can eat coarse salt in big mouthfuls. Because they need strict detoxification, the finest salt of elves is processed with special magic, and the second-class ones also require complex alchemy. People from other races want to know the secret methods of elves, but they have gained nothing for hundreds of years.

Ranger Carl knew that there was a salt mine in Neibo Town. He dug well salt from the extremely deep underground, crushed it and sold it to all directions. The salt has fewer impurities and can be sold for hardware coins per pound. What is this concept? It is basically the same as high-grade silver ore, and is 250 times the price of potatoes with the same weight.

This is just coarse salt. The alchemy fine salt of the elves does not have a standard price, but appears in a small amount in the form of luxury auctions. The elves' magic can leak secrets, and the alchemy fine salt technology has not been stolen, so Carl doesn't really believe that "Mac" can really make fine salt. He thinks that this young man can at most improve the taste of salt and cover up the bitter feeling.

For him, this is a game for children, and it only needs encouragement. So when Zhao Mai held "Cihai" and kept asking him for some tools, he smiled and satisfied. In fact, there was nothing strange: a few pots, a few basins, some firewood, and a large piece of rock salt dug out of the cave.

The villagers of rock salt don't eat them much. Karl ate this salt mainly to save money. He watched Zhao Mai smash the rock salt and grind it into powder with stones - although the particles were completely uneven. Then the salt powder was thrown into the pot and stirred while cooking, becoming a turbid brown liquid.

Take off the T-shirt, fold it up, and use it as a primitive filter. The turbid liquid can become clearer.

Clean the clothes and do it again. The liquid will be better, but it is almost at its limit. The following work requires the help of charcoal powder. After filtering it again this time, the liquid will become clear and transparent.

The rest of the work is to evaporate the water dry, and the one left at the bottom of the pot is pure salt. This is definitely not as good as the fine salt prepared by a large amount of industrially prepared, and it has a light brown color in the snow white.

Twist it with your fingers and taste it, there is no irritating feeling. If you can use serious gauze, the quality of charcoal will be better, and you may be able to continue to improve the quality of salt.

A piece of coarse salt the size of a fist turned into half a bowl of fine salt. Zhao Mai took it and went to find the old Ranger Carl. The old man was holding a slightly purple hardwood in the tree hole and kept looking at it. His fingers were stroking the rough surface back and forth, as if he was feeling the power hidden under the surface of the wood.

"Look, I made the salt." Zhao Mai respectfully put the pottery bowl in front of the old man. Carl always gave him the feeling of an old man in his family, and his behavior was particularly close, so he unconsciously brought the respect of his younger generation to his elders.

The old Ranger glanced at the pottery bowl and his eyes suddenly became round. He put down the hardwood, stretched out three fingers and dipped them in a pinch of salt, and put them on his tongue to taste it carefully. The pure salty taste filled his mouth, without the bitterness and sourness of coarse salt. He had never eaten the alchemy fine salt of the elf and could not make a comparison. But because the salt was from "Mike", he simply thought it was the best salt in the world.

"You did a great job!" He praised him, and suddenly he thought that the other party could not fully understand. Graleon praised the other party with his gesture of raising his middle finger, because it was the longest finger and the most prominent one. So he pointed his middle finger at Zhao Mai.

Looking at the smiling expression on the old man's face, Zhao Mai knew that this should not be scolding him. After moving to the dictionary to ask clearly, his mood became very strange. "For us, giving a thumbs up is a praise because the thumbs up are the thickest."

After finally both sides understood, Carl gave him a thumbs up. Then the bowl of salt was put aside, and he began to explain the training in a slow tone and simple vocabulary.

Zhao Mai was very anxious and kept asking how much the fine salt he made could cost. The old man did not answer. He only raised his eyebrows and slapped Zhao Mai in the head after being asked many times.

"What's the use of gold coins without the ability to survive? If there is too much gold on your back, your spine will be bent." He not only said it, but also wrote this sentence on paper. After Zhao Mai understood it, he touched the part where he was beaten with his hand, as if comforting him.
Chapter completed!