"I filled the quota of today. Should I check the remainder?"
After Mel looked at the herbs he had stored inside the dried satchel, he slowly rose to his feet. At first, he took a few strides forward but then stopped. His body was not moving, but his mind was working at full speed.
"I must stop helping directly. It will be in their best interest to stand on their own feet! If they cannot take care of themselves even in such a safe environment, they cannot become Herbalists anyway!"
After turning in the opposite direction, Mel jumped into the river without taking off his garments. This time, he reached the depths of the water without passing to the other side.
The water's temper grew as it dipped to the bottom, but he also had claws. He could easily move forward thanks to the claws he stuck into the wall of the river.
"Moss of the Flowing River!"
