chsdbacks Chapter 132 Meditation
Chapter 132 Meditation
Chapter 132 Meditation
Dui was overwhelmed by the abundance of living, magical herbs and flowers he had acquired.
Alpha, seeing Dui's happy expression, still reminded him:
"Wizard Duir, although these herbs are still alive, they require different growing conditions. If you want them to survive, it probably won't be easy."
Saying it's not easy is already a euphemism.
These herbs come from all over the country; some prefer sunshine, some prefer shade, and they grow in different soils. It would be strange if they were put together.
Previously, Dui had requested living plants, and the Dunedan people had done their best to bring living plants to Dui, but they had no hope that these plants would survive.
Dui naturally understood what Alpha meant.
However, he didn't care about it.
This definitely wouldn't work for someone else, but don't forget he has the help of magic.
So he smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, since they've already been sent over, there must be a way to make them survive."
"However, I would appreciate it if you could tell me the specific growing conditions of these plants so that I can make adjustments."
Alpha didn't quite understand, but since Dui had said so, he had no choice but to agree.
Then Dui used his spatial bag to put the large pile of wooden boxes containing plants and soil into them.
Alpha and several other Dunedans were stunned when they first met.
The group then followed Dui back into the tower, where Dui led them to a room on the sixth floor.
He expanded the space by casting the Unseen Stretch Charm with his wand.
As everyone watched, the space, which had been somewhat cramped, rapidly expanded. The ceiling above them grew higher and higher, and the walls around them moved further and further away, eventually forming a space the size of two or three football fields.
Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped at their surroundings, feeling as small as ants, as if they had entered a room in a land of giants.
After doing all this, Dui turned to Alpha: "Alpha, what are the growing conditions for the King's Herb? For example, the soil it grows in..."
Tell me about the climate, temperature, and everything else!
Alpha's face was still showing shock, and he stammered as he answered Dui's question.
Dui listened attentively to Alpha's answer and nodded thoughtfully.
He then waved his wand continuously, and thick layers of soil appeared out of thin air, filling the entire space and forming a small hill.
In the hollow of the hill, Dui summoned a large number of springs, forming a clear lake.
He pointed his wand at the ceiling, and the ceiling quickly transformed into blue sky and white clouds.
A huge yellow sun shot out from the tip of the wand, flew to the ceiling, and emitted a suitable temperature and light.
With another wave of the magic wand, a gentle breeze appeared, blowing continuously and creating ripples on the lake's surface.
Then, Dui took out water celery, yellow iris, and water lilies from his spatial bag and planted them in the lake.
Then, on a slope not far from the lake, they carefully transplanted the king grass plants one by one.
Wang Zhicao likes water, but doesn't like being too close to it. She needs a place with moderate temperature and plenty of sunlight.
Now, following Alpha's guidance, Dui has transformed the room's environment into one that the King Grass prefers to grow in.
Looking at the renovated room, Dui nodded in satisfaction.
Today, the barren hill only has a few hundred king grass plants, but he hopes that in the future they will form meadows.
Those who witnessed all of this were now completely silent, their faces filled with shock.
Even Gandalf, Bilbo, and others who had already witnessed Dui's various magical wonders were astonished.
A young Dúnedan man even rubbed his eyes subconsciously, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Dui turned around, smiling, and said, "Let's go to the next room."
Everyone left the room with expressions of shame and confusion.
The door closed automatically as the last person left, sealing off the small world inside.
There were other rooms on the sixth floor, but Dui chose the room next door and used the Seamless Stretch Charm to expand the space.
Then, following the same procedure, after consulting with Alpha and several Dúnedan people, they modified the room once again.
This time, the environment changed to a dry grassland. On the lush meadow mounds, Dui planted the Everlasting Flower from the Kingdom of Luohan.
Such a natural environment made Gandalf say that he felt as if he had arrived in the Rohan region.
Afterwards, Dui expanded and renovated the other rooms one by one.
There are dense canyons, salt flats by the sea, windswept cliffs, and snow-covered hills. In short, each room is a natural environment in itself.
Following Dui, the group experienced various natural landscapes in a short period of time, and the sense of awe they felt was beyond words.
"Duir, you now possess the entire natural environment of Middle-earth!" Gandalf exclaimed, his eyes filled with anticipation. "I can't wait to see the flowers in full bloom. Please let me know when that happens."
"Definitely." Dui nodded with a smile.
His current modifications are still quite crude, and he needs to make continuous adjustments in the future, and even form a complete ecological cycle, so that the plants inside can grow better.
Others also requested that they be invited to visit.
Dui agreed to all of this.
So after the meditation room on the 7th floor was added, Dui also added a herb garden on the 6th floor.
Furthermore, Dui plans to gradually fill each floor with new rooms, such as a potion room, a library, an alchemy room, and so on.
Make Amonsur Tower truly your wizard tower.
After renovating the herb garden, it was already late.
Several Dunedan people refused Dui's offer to stay, and having completed their transaction, they immediately rode away.
Luke, who remained behind, told Dui his reasons for the trip:
"Sir, the villagers want to cultivate land on the edge of the swamp and would like to request your permission."
Dui didn't expect Luke to say this, and waved his hand in response.
"You can discuss this with the villagers; you don't need to ask for my opinion."
Luke agreed, but still hesitated before asking, "Lord Duir, how much tax do you intend to collect?"
"Taxes? What taxes?" Dui asked with a look of utter disbelief.
"These are the taxes we pay to you. We are subjects of your territory, and according to ancient laws, we need to pay you a certain amount of tax as a contract of your protection. This includes poll tax, inheritance tax, trade tax, land tax, house tax, and so on."
Dui was completely bewildered; he never imagined he would be collecting taxes one day!
He was about to say no, but swallowed the words back and instead asked, "How are taxes collected in other places?"
"I'm not sure about other places, but in Brie, the tax rate is 10%," Luke replied.
Dui thought for a moment and said, "Then we'll collect a 1% tax, but you don't need to pay it to me. Just use it all to keep Hogsmeade Village running."
Upon hearing Dui's words, Luke looked surprised, thinking he had misheard, but then he was overjoyed.
He bowed repeatedly to Dui with great emotion, filled with gratitude and respect.
"Lord Duir, you are truly a benevolent ruler sent by heaven! On behalf of the villagers, I thank you for your grace; everyone will remember your kindness."
Your grace is like sunshine in the fields, nourishing the crops more than rain.
"Alright," Dui quickly interrupted Luke's endless praise, "if there's nothing else, let's go back."
Luke, being perceptive, noticed Dui's impatience and immediately took his leave.
He ran down the mountain with a joyful expression, ready to tell the villagers this wonderful news.
He even planned to boast to the outside world that they had such a benevolent ruler.
Not only did he not collect any taxes from his subjects, but even the only meager tax revenue he collected was used entirely for the benefit of the villagers.
He had already foreseen the scene of people from other places, especially those who were struggling to breathe from being exploited by various high taxes, flocking here in a frenzy after hearing the news!
Luke is no longer content with being just a small village chief.
He vowed to develop Hogsmeade into a town, a city, and even a country.
He will then be Lord Duir's number one subordinate, standing by his side, and forever recorded in the history of Hogsmeade!
At this moment, Dui had no idea that Luke would have such ambitions.
After watering the seeds of the Sacred White Tree and the Maurice Tree as usual, he went to the meditation room on the seventh floor, closed the door, turned on Do Not Disturb mode, and then went between the two fireplaces burning with the ancient celestial fire.
The floor and walls of the meditation room are covered with ancient elven runes, which have a calming and focused power.
Apart from the ancient celestial fire in the fireplace, there was no other light source in the entire meditation room.
The flickering firelight gave the Lonely Contemplation Room a mysterious air.
Because of the presence of the Ancient Flame, the surrounding magical energy is very abundant, comparable to that of the Valley and Lorien.
In this environment, Dui conjured up a comfortable sofa and sat on it.
Then he took out a large golden leaf from a spatial bag and threw it into the Ancient Bulai Immortal Fire.
These golden leaves are the fallen leaves of the Mauriceal tree.
Before he left, he went to the Mawlong Forest and filled an entire space with leaves.
If it were poured out, it would be enough to fill the entire meditation room.
The leaves of the Mauryan tree were burned by the ancient flames of the Bulao, releasing a scent of sunshine.
It has a scent like that of a quilt after it has been sun-dried, refreshing, warm, and very comforting.
Duy waved his wand, causing the Maurice leaves to fly into the Ancient Flame automatically every now and then.
For a moment, smoke swirled around, appearing and disappearing, illusory and uncertain.
The smoke seemed to possess a magical power, condensing and lingering around Dui, fluttering like wisps of thin ribbons.
He inhaled the sweet fragrance of burning tortoiseshell leaves, leaned back on the sofa, completely relaxed, his mouth slightly open, and softly hummed the song that Tom Bombadil had taught him.
In the tranquil meditation room, his singing voice echoed continuously.
The singing was full of magic, and it had an even greater effect, especially in this environment rich in magical energy.
A joyful feeling welled up in his heart, filled with happiness, light, and childlike innocence.
Gradually, all his distracting thoughts disappeared, leaving only the cheerful music in his mind.
Finally, even the music disappeared, and all thoughts vanished.
He seemed to be asleep, but he was also keenly aware that he wasn't.
His senses seemed to be magnified infinitely, and he heard the crackling of burning leaves, the sound of flowing air, his own breathing, the sound of flowing blood, and even the fluctuations of magic within his body.