Mushroom Lord in the Underground City

Chapter 678: Chapter 667: Eleanor’s Contribution

"Wha...what?!" Twelve huddled on its skull throne, "They are all Mushroom Converts, and these skulls are their devout symbols. Besides, I only used them with their consent!"

Julia blinked: "Lord Mushroom Envoy, that’s true, but outsiders might find it hard to understand and could get scared."

"What’s so scary about a few heads..." Twelve mumbled, but still allowed Julia to carry it away and directed other followers to move the exclusive throne to the back and hide it.

Twelve felt a bit downhearted; it had wanted Five to see its masterpiece.

Nonetheless, it still had to entertain Five’s friends. The freshly placed-down Twelve tumbled into the big pot filled with water, beckoning Julia to light a fire and bring some seasonings.

...

From a distance, Vera reined in the horse, looking at the Mushroom Worship Sect’s camp.

The camp was situated on a gentle slope, with mushroom houses scattered in an orderly manner, glowing with a soft gray-white shade under the afternoon light. It was tidier than he had anticipated, with no piles of trash or shoddy shacks, and even someone sweeping the clearing in front of the houses.

As he got closer, he noticed many people gathered in the central clearing of the camp.

A follower dressed in a simple robe stood among several mushroom houses, holding a brush and explaining something to the gathered crowd of wanderers.

He gestured while speaking, occasionally reaching out to pat the mushroom pillars beside him, as if demonstrating something.

Vera strained his ear to listen.

"These gray spots are normal, no need to scrape them off. But if they’re green and soft, you need to gently brush them off with this brush, otherwise they’ll release hallucinogenic gases over time! Similarly, you can keep some green spots on the bottom of the mushrooms to fend off wild demons..."

A person dressed like a wanderer asked, "What about rainy days? Will these mushroom houses collapse?"

"No," the follower smiled, "These mushroom houses are Lord Mushroom Envoy’s masterpiece. They’re sturdier than wood and won’t leak under normal wind and sun exposure."

Thanks to Five’s influence, Vera had recently learned quite a bit about this subject and naturally knew the follower was correct, even professional, genuinely introducing with care.

Vera turned his head and softly said to Sirean by his side, "It doesn’t look much like a cult..."

Sirean followed just behind him, "That might not mean much; the best trick of cults is looking like anything but cults."

Vera nodded and continued to move forward.

Meanwhile, Five, placed in front of him, couldn’t resist climbing up to Vera’s head, "I’m here!"

Hearing the sound from the Fungal Network, the follower looked up in confusion, "Lord Mushroom Envoy? No, the Mushroom Envoy should be inside..."

In puzzlement, Julia led a group of followers out.

"We apologize for not welcoming Lord Vira sooner; we were just talking about hoping to gain your permission to pass through Mist Castle!" Julia said, unable to resist sneaking glances at Sirean.

In fact, most of the followers on site were stealthily gazing at the exquisitely beautiful elf.

Although Vera and the others noticed, they were used to it; in fact, it would be strange if Sirean didn’t attract attention.

Vera politely nodded: "I heard you arrived nearby, just came to have a look."

Julia stepped aside: "Please come in, Lord, let’s talk inside."

Entering the short, round temporary mushroom house, Vera marveled at this mushroom structure he had never seen before.

He suddenly had a feeling, wondering if mushroom houses might completely replace people’s homes in the future, even noble castles? Though perhaps not the latter; mushrooms are still not solid enough.

Inside, bowls of steaming stewed meat soup were placed on the table.

Sirean knew there was no danger but picked up a bowl first.

As a druid, he had the highest poison resistance among the four and could use Purification Technique to effectively remove various toxins, making him the best candidate for testing for poison.

A small sip sent a shiver from head to toe, though he managed to conceal it well.

He frowned at the soup in front of him.

[Delicious Level 10]

Were these guys trying to make Vera look incompetent?

Vera noticed Sirean’s tremor and lack of response afterward, whispering, "What’s wrong? Could it be...?"

Sirean shook his head and drank another sip: "It’s fine, but drink it slowly."

Looking puzzled, Vera took a small sip.

The deliciousness spread from his tongue throughout his body. Thanks to his previous experience with No. 4’s tentacles, Vera managed to keep his body straight with prior preparation, barely avoiding contorting himself on the spot.

Seeing Vera’s reaction, Fei Ling and Fei Yin silently put their bowls back on the table.

Their reactions brought a subtle smile to the corners of Sirean’s eyes, as he leisurely took another big sip of soup.

At that moment, Twelve, all wet and steaming, finally walked inside.

"Puh—!"

Sirean sprayed Vera in the face, turning him into a drenched chicken; the Lord’s dignity was ultimately not maintained.

Sirean hurriedly helped the bewildered Vera wipe his face and clothes, while the two Puki had already touched mushroom hats, engaging in tentacle-contacted conversation.

With Five and Twelve mediating, communication between the parties turned out quite pleasant.

Vera decided to offer some conveniences while the Big Mushroom Charity Association passed through his territory.

However, after returning, while chatting with the three others, Vera suddenly remarked, "The Mushroom Race really knows each other well."

"Why not? Maybe they were all born in the same area. Didn’t Five mention it lived with other Puki before meeting us?"

"I’m just wondering whether their numbered names are self-given or assigned by some Mushroom Lord?"

"Does it make a difference?"

Vera walked to the window, gazing at Five dancing on the clearing again, "If that Mushroom Lord really exists, I’d be quite curious to communicate with him. What kind of god is the Mushroom Race’s deity?"

Sirean wore a look of concern, "Willingly contacting such an unknown entity? I don’t think it’s a good idea..."

...

Meanwhile, as Eleanor sold another ten-plus cartloads of delicious mushrooms all over the Empire, Lin Jun, enjoying a view of tailless lizardmen and werewolves wrestling, suddenly received a panel notification in his consciousness.

[Achievement unlocked: Over seventy percent of the world’s population has tasted you and finds you delicious]

[Achievement earned: The Taste that Conquered the World (special skill acquired: Absolute Taste)]

[Skill acquired: Absolute Taste]

Lin Jun: ???

What happened? Did the discarded [Absolute Taste] come finding its way back by itself?!

’Tasted you,’ seriously, what kind of odd description is this?

Nonetheless, gaining a levelless skill purely for free is definitely great news, better test the effect first!

"Norris, Karen, stop your sparring, come here, I have something good..."