Chapter 41: Iron Thorn Seed

“Hehe, do you really want to buy something?” Constantine then smiled and said: “Then tell me, what do you want? I’ll just give it to you, consider it a return gift for this pot of ‘Angel’s Dream’.”

“Then that won’t be necessary!” Old Xie however smiled and said, “Giving a beauty a gift is purely to show my appreciation. I don’t want to link it to a transaction. Besides~”

“Besides what?” Constantine asked curiously.

“Besides, my standards are very high, and ordinary things might not catch my eye!” Old Xie said with a smile.

“Ha, I don’t believe we can’t satisfy you here?” Constantine was immediately stung in her pride by Old Xie. She turned to the steward and said: “Go, bring the book.”

“Yes!” The steward agreed, then turned and went out, quickly returning with an exquisite box which he placed on the table.

“This is the notebook of a high-level Natural Mage. After he passed away, he left it to his descendants. Unfortunately, his descendants were unfilial and had to sell it due to a debt, and I happened to acquire it.” Constantine took out an ancient sheepskin book from the box and handed it to Old Xie, smiling as she said: “Your Steven Family is also proficient in magic, especially your great-grandfather, who was a Magic Saint. However, your family only excels in Lightning Spells and Alchemy, so you must be unfamiliar with Natural Magic. This thing will surely be of help to you.”

“Really?” Old Xie took it casually, opened it and looked, finding that it indeed recorded many spells, as well as some insights. However, this mage’s level was obviously not high, at most Level 6. Not only were there few spells, but there were also some errors in his insights. You know, Old Xie had a vast amount of knowledge passed down from his mother in his mind, and his insights on Natural Element spells were naturally far superior to this guy’s. So after flipping through a few pages, Old Xie knew that this thing was of no value to him at all.

So he casually put the book back into the box and shook his head: “No good, this thing is useless to me.”

“Why?” Constantine immediately asked in confusion.

“Hehe.” Old Xie smiled slightly and said: “The family’s Mage Tower has collected quite a few similar books, and there are many on the Natural Element too, enough for me to read.”

This was, of course, an excuse from Old Xie. Books like this were written by a mage only once in a lifetime, usually left to their descendants and cherished dearly, so it was impossible for many to circulate. Although the Old Mage had collected some magic books, there wasn’t a single one on the Natural Element. Obviously, Old Xie was lying because he didn’t want to expose the mark on his forehead.

Constantine clearly didn’t know Old Xie was lying. She thought the power ful Old Mage really had such a collection, and said with an envious look, “The collection of your Steven Family is truly abundant.”

“Hehe, just average!” Old Xie said, feigning modesty.

“Then alright, since you don’t fancy this book, how about I get you a set of top-quality Sagebrush Magic Robe?” Constantine smiled.

The Sagebrush Magic Robe referred to a magic robe woven from tough sagebrush. After being blessed by Elves using Natural Magic, this plant-based magic robe not only had high defense but also had the effect of rapidly recovering Magic Power. In addition, sagebrush had the efficacy of refreshing the mind and repelling mosquitoes. These effects were all very practical for Mages.

Especially for Natural Element Mages, the Sagebrush Magic Robe could also provide a certain bonus to the power of Natural Magic. The only drawback was that it was somewhat afraid of Fire Spells. Other than that, it could be said to be an extremely superior magic robe. However, sagebrush itself was not abundant, and the process and techniques for making the magic robe were extremely tedious, so such magic robes were particularly expensive.

However, for Old Xie, as a Great Demon Lord, wearing a green robe and wandering around, wouldn’t that make him the Green-Robed Ancestor? That would be too hilarious! So he quickly shook his head and said: “No, no, change it for something else.”

“You don’t want the Sagebrush Magic Robe either?” Constantine was immediately in a difficult position. After thinking for a moment, she said: “Then do you want a top-quality Natural Element Magic Wand? Guaranteed to be produced by an Elven Alchemy expert.”

“No, it’s tiring to carry!” Old Xie shook his head. He thought to himself, I’m actually a warrior? Asking me to carry a kitchen knife would be better than carrying a flimsy Magic Wand, right? Moreover, there aren’t many spatial equipment on this Continent. Even the Old Mage had to hire a cart to transport things back when he went out shopping. Who goes around carrying a stick for fun? That would look too ugly.

“This won’t do, that won’t do either, are you here to sabotage me?” Constantine couldn’t help but complain.

“Hehe!” Old Xie smiled bitterly and shrugged: “I really can’t use them!”

“Then what exactly do you want?” Constantine asked: “Don’t tell me you really want the seed of the Ten-Thousand-Year Iron Thorn?”

“What? You really have one here?” This time it was Old Xie’s turn to be shocked.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Iron Thorn was a powerful magical plant that grew on the territory of the Elven race. Its seed was a treasure that all Druids dreamed of. After being stimulated by Natural Element Magic Power, the seed of the Ten-Thousand-Year Iron Thorn could change at will based on the amount of Magic Power input by the user.

Primary Druids, that is, Level 1 or Level 2 Druids, could turn the seed into a wooden staff for combat. The hardness of this staff was comparable to Refined Steel, similar to mahogany or rosewood on Earth. Moreover, it wasn’t afraid of breaking. Even if it was broken by the opponent, it could grow again as long as it was stimulated with Magic Power.

With the Magic Power of a Level 3 or 4, that is, an intermediate Druid, the seed could be turned into an even more powerful morning star, which meant wooden clubs growing poisonous spikes. Furthermore, this morning star could twist like a snake at will and could be used to trap opponents, making it a very powerful spell.

And for Level 5 or 6, high-level Druids, they could make the seed directly sprout into a large patch of thorn forest. This forest, several meters high, was alive. Enemies entering it would suffer automatic attacks from the thorns, while the Druid themselves would be protected. Even if they accidentally fell, those thorny vines would automatically retract to avoid hurting the master. One could imagine how terrifying a Druid would become with this thing.

Unfortunately, the seeds of the Ten-Thousand-Year Iron Thorn were too rare. The Elven race had collected them for so many years, and the whole race only had a few hundred seeds, all distributed to their own people. Not a single one leaked to the outside. Old Xie had wanted one for a long time, but he also knew it was difficult, so when he mentioned it earlier, he was just joking and didn’t hold much hope. But unexpectedly, from Constantine’s words, a message was vaguely revealed: she seemed to have the seed of the Ten-Thousand-Year Iron Thorn. This couldn’t help but make Old Xie wild with joy.

“Oh, how should I put it!” Constantine said somewhat helplessly: “We do have one seed of the Ten-Thousand-Year Iron Thorn here!”

“You really have one?” Old Xie said in surprise and delight: “You guys are amazing, actually managing to get this thing from the Elven race. Quick, bring it out and let me see!”

“Alright!” Constantine signaled the steward to go get it, then said to Old Xie: “However, let me be frank first, this seed has a flaw. Otherwise, the Elven race wouldn’t have been willing to give it to us.”

“Oh? What flaw?” Old Xie asked in disappointment.