Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Trait: Automatic Meditation

Duke always felt that Yala was different from other wood elves, and this feeling became even more obvious after coming here. The wood elves on the deserted island also took Yala as their leader, evidently for some reason. In response to Duke's question, Yala said without any concealment, "I have some royal blood of the wood elves in me." This wasn't really a secret, and Duke could roughly guess it. Wood elves with royal blood generally have better talents and are more outstanding in appearance. Nowadays, there are almost no pure-blood royal wood elves born, only some of the former royal wood elves still survive, and they are kept like livestock. Yala belongs to a royal bloodline that has fallen outside, and she isn't pure blooded, probably separated by several generations. Duke also learned from Yala that a large number of wood elves still live in the Wood Elf Plane, and only those of "better quality" are sold off. Other wood elves with average aptitude and looks remain in the Wood Elf Plane, doing some tasks day after day, working until they die. This is the life of most wood elves today; being sold to other planes is actually a good thing for them. Although being sold means being a slave creature, and the future may not be bright, at least it's not the despair of seeing no end. Resistance is impossible; the power of wizards far exceeds theirs, and the existence of the wizard's mark also cuts off their chances of resistance. Yala was chosen out from a young age due to her outstanding aptitude and was trained along with a group of equally talented wood elves, receiving various educations. She can speak the common language of wizards fluently and knows several common languages of different planes; she can also dance and sing. Her lithe figure was developed through long-term dance exercises, extremely flexible and slender. Yala often dances for Duke to relieve his boredom, but before finishing a dance, Duke would already have stretched out his magical hand. [White Mist Forest level up, Spirit +0.1] [White Mist Forest: LV3 (one over one hundred)] In the past few days, Duke regularly visited the Magic Potion Factory, specifically finding the production line for the White Mist Forest Potion, and taking advantage of the convenience of the production line here, he began to grind proficiency. Refining potions here was even more convenient than in his own lab; not only were all materials properly prepared, there were even people specifically responsible for the preparation of some solutions. Duke needed to do almost only the last few steps, feeling like he was essentially an assembly worker, but the final assembly work required a certain amount of magic power and knowledge of magic potions for precise operations. With these conditions, he could quickly complete the refining of the White Mist Forest Potion, and it wouldn't take long before he could max out the level of this potion. About five days later, it was the time of sunset in the Wood Elf Plane. Most of the other wizards in the same lab had already stopped their work and started chatting. These wizards were all from the Giant Rock Commerce Association, stationed here long-term to handle various magic potion refinings. While they began chatting, Duke still did not stop his work and continued to refine the White Mist Forest Potion.