Chapter 195: To the victor go the spoils
The troll’s second attendant – the one Percy hadn’t personally fought – rushed out to tend to its leader’s injuries. Pulling a few of the verdant mushrooms out of its body, it brought them to the king’s mouth before crushing them into paste.
Percy didn’t interrupt, partly because he didn’t wish the troll king any harm, and partly because he was genuinely interested in seeing the mushrooms work. Learning from the experts would only save him a lot of head-scratching later.
‘They’re less effective when eaten…’
He watched the life mana spread through the creature’s frame, though its effect was greatly muted compared to earlier. Evidently, cultivating the fungi in their own bodies wasn’t just some weird fashion statement, but a practical consideration.
“You’re not actually going to plant mushrooms under your skin, are you?” Nesha asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.
“Ha! Don’t you think they’d look good on my shoulders?” Percy chuckled.
The girl rolled her eyes, but didn’t bother responding.
Of course, he wasn’t really going to do that. From the first moment he’d laid eyes on the mushrooms, he’d been thinking of brewing potions out of them. Strictly speaking, the green ones weren’t anything revolutionary. Just another ingredient rich in Orange life mana – like countless others that could be found all across Remior. While Percy wasn’t sure if the Guild’s alchemists were familiar with these particular mushrooms, there was no doubt they could be brewed into healing potions, on par with the ones he'd bought in the past.
This was something he had been interested in since before coming to the Trollsden. After all, these potions were still somewhat handy for him and Nesha for the time being, and his stash had already dried out. Plus, his recent mastery of the extraction principle, coupled with his mutated eyes would make his job a great deal easier.