The Last Elementis's

TLE 5'S

The waist bag that Camelia often wears is a leather bag with a size of only an adult. It fused with the belt so that he could move without feeling disturbed. It's dark brown. There was an ornament on the front side; a floral motif that had twelve petals, the outer side of the flower was surrounded by plant tendrils and sharp spines attached to between the leaves. Counted there were five thorns filling the gap, at a glance who saw it would think it was really a thorn. But if it focuses more on the view, it is actually a form of imitation of solid objects that have a pointed shape on both sides. It is a symbol that people will see when dealing with the kingdom. This bag is special because it was made by a craftsman from a wizard. It is called special because it can hold any object no matter how big it is. Of all the advantages that exist, Camelia most liked the ability of the bag in preserving food. People who are often with him will think he is carrying a portable refrigerator, because the habit of removing food wherever and whenever is almost equivalent to how he always takes a weapon from there.

Although it actually looks frivolous and sometimes troublesome, Camelia just wants to simplify the work by not carrying a lot of stuff on her body. Therefore he continues to enter items randomly, including important objects that he just released. It was a square-shaped jade badge, a blue luminescent radiating between its entire mint color. It looked plain when viewed from a distance, but it was actually a similar emblem engraved on both surfaces of the badge.

Currently Camelia was standing in front of a forest. About fifteen meters behind, buildings full of gold-plated domes stand majestically surrounded by towering great walls. Camelia took a shortcut avoiding those walls to get here. At a glance in front of him this was indeed only a forest, but as soon as Camelia lifted her jade badge, a transparent gate appeared. As if confirming its existence, the entrance was open making it easier for Camelia to step inside. This was clearly a path that could not be accessed carelessly, just look at the gate disappear just as Camelia was swallowed by that transparent veil. The scenery also changed to show a large courtyard filled with colorful plants, a tall building enthroned in the middle. Everyone called this place Pyrgos, the land of the existence of the alchemist tower.

Camelia was straight at her goal. He looked for the right plants. Still about Aletta, gotu kola leaves will not be maximized if not mixed with materials that contain magic. So he came here to get the right plants. Even though he knew the gardener would not necessarily give it away. However, there are always gaps in every situation. An opportunity that no one would think Camelia would take advantage of while she could. Then let's see what Camelia can get because she can't possibly go home empty.

"So what plants are right for the mixture?"

Fox was an exception product that was actually not suitable to be produced in the alchemist tower given their identity. Alchemist magicians should only be involved with medicinal herbs and potions. However, an unexpected miracle was always born from those hands hence it was impossible for a work like fox to be born as well.

As should also be a familiar name to them, growing in the Pyrgos Land was basically just an herbal plant that would be processed into various herbs and medicines. Most of them are ordinary plants. However, the presence of some magical plants makes the color of all plants evenly distributed. Both the leaves and stems change to adjust the existing base color. Whether it's yellow, brown, red, purple, blue, one is for sure, there's no green here. So that in Pyrgos even ordinary plants are no different from magical plants.

For magical plants, Camelia is only familiar with the nerfiss flower. Unlike the other plants that did not fully contain magic energy, the nerfiss flower grew with full magic energy. There were a few more, but Camelia was too lazy to find out. Not sure where the magical seeds came from, they are as mysterious as the zafeer stones that are only found and processed in Pyrgos. And that's not what he needs anyway. Camelia seeks plants with definite benefits. He targeted ordinary plants that had clearly changed color because they were contaminated.

After looking further, Camelia's view fell on a daisy-like plant. All her petals were pale yellow, Camelia knew that was what she was looking for, but the woman had not moved from her place.

"True, chamomile flowers are the right mix." Camelia was so sure, she did not go directly to the plant. Instead, his eyebrows furrowed as he continued to cling as if waiting for someone's presence.

"Over time, it usually comes up straight away."

In waiting, Camelia remembered the pouch containing gotu kola leaves that she put first. Although still in a small possibility to get what she wants, Camelia had the thought to provide a container because valuable plants must be secured as quickly as possible. Bag cover immediately he opened. However, just next to his hand coming in, something from the inside came out and unprepared fell to the ground.

The sound of a broken object is very clear greeting hearing. Camelia turned her head only to find the remains of the shapeless transparent jar on the ground while the other half had evaporated into the air. Camelia stared sadly at the caterpillar lying on the ground; it only managed to take a position after its body had previously fallen upside down. The intonation sounded sad as he said, "Sorry Lea .. It's a pity when it's a good thing." But not a single hint of regret was depicted on the face.

Camelia smiled. "I'm not lying, am I?" He looked at the caterpillar as if staring at a friend. "...how? Isn't this a very nice house?" Camelia's smile widened to see the caterpillar moving away. He still wanted to enjoy the sight when a voice suddenly snapped firmly. It was obvious anger was being unleashed, but the voices of the raucous were not bluffing at all.

"I count all the leaves here. So don't think I won't know if you mess up again!"

Instead of being frightened, Camelia turned around impatiently.

"Uncle's a little late this time." He looked at the other party's appearance. "I'm a little wondering, but it seems like Uncle Castor seems to be in good health. Uncle didn't wear a cane today."

This man named Castor is only shoulder-height Camelia. He has the nickname gardener because he personally takes care of all the plants here. Even so, his appearance did not really describe his profession. The white shirt wrapped in a maroon vest was also a green blazer on the outside, all looking always clean and tidy. The cinnamon color on the pants that are only knee-length completes its appearance. Anyone will know that he is a person who is considerate, of course how to combine the colors of clothes is an exception. 

Castor's head was almost plontos but his white beard was very thick. It was bobbing as its short body was trying to bear the speed of its extremely hurried legs. He screamed again. "What are you doing here! Don't touch my plants." The man's arm trembled with emotional pressure as it gave instructions for Camelia not to approach a single plant. He even acted as if there was something to regret.

Camelia did not respond to that and just smiled kindly. He said, "How could I have so badly damaged these precious plants. Ah Uncle Castor is too much."  Folding his hands together in his stomach, he continued, "i wanted to ask for a plant to take home. I will replant it at home so that every time I see it I will reflect on Uncle's skill in caring for the entire Pyrgos. But Uncle Castor need not fret, since I am an honest and obedient person, I will not bring anything if it is not allowed."

Hearing this, Castor's defense loosened slightly. However, the annoyed look on his face did not instantly disappear. "True, don't ask for anything because I won't give it. You better get out of here."

Camelia's expression turned clear. "Huh, I'm not surprised Uncle hates me so much after ten years ago I accidentally took off an iguana in the middle of this sea of plants. But what would a teenage-year-old understand?"

Camelia's words make Castor's memory wander. The veins in his temple swell up.

Didn't you say it on purpose?! Castor.

If not thinking about who this woman in front of him was, it felt like Castor wanted to drive him out disrespectfully. He wanted to throw in some more complaints, but Camelia interrupted him first.

"I understand Uncle Castor is very concerned about the importance of the tower. To plead specifically to Mr. August not to employ this diligent me. Uncle is wise. However, it wouldn't be outrageous if Uncle Castor also forbade me from looking around here." Camelia pressed on the word repetition.

The more Camelia heard him speak it felt like all the nerves in her body were stiffening. Massaging his temple, the distraught Castor said, "You're even holding a blue badge and you're still complaining? You should only get the same badge as the workers!"

"Hey I don't-what are you doing?!"

Castor runs out of sense when he sees Camelia coming back closer to the plant. He even walked in following the sidelines of the available land. Her breathing came to a halt each time Camelia's hand was about to approach a leaf.

"Alright, well you can look around but don't touch anything" Castor said desperately. The man frowned worriedly upon hearing Camelia's sudden anxious cry.

"Uncle! How's this?" .

"What's up?!"

The man rushed over. Camelia pointed at the chamomile stem.

As soon as he realized something was stuck there, Castor immediately paced back and forth, agitated.

"Uh a caterpillar?" Camelia looked at Castor. His worried expression seemed contrived.

"Si-get rid of it," Castor almost screeched.

Camelia lowered her head bringing her face closer to the plant, the corner of her lips drawn. "How's this? He's already eaten the trunk."

Castor held his head in panic while Camelia continued to apply pressure.

"Ah I can't imagine if he ate all the plants in si-"

"Hurry and take him away! What else are you waiting for!"

Camelia neutralized her expression, maintaining her intonation well. "Should I pluck out this poor chamomile flower? He's been contaminated."

Raut Castor is instantly difficult to translate, between not willing but also not having a choice. The old man handed him a garden shovel that he had no idea where. "Take off, unplug everything he's been through" he said later.

Taking advantage of all those opportunities Camelia instantly secured the caterpillar into a small wooden box that was taken out of the bag. He plucked out almost a handful of chamomile flowers and put them in a slightly larger sack of burlap, which he secured immediately.

"Why is there always a problem every time this kid comes?" 

The mutter, Camelia heard it clearly but she instead showed off a wide smile. "It's a pity that I still want to look around, but because of my busy life, I have to leave Uncle Castor here."

That sentence was obviously a relief. Castor flicked his hand into the air. "Go." His face looked tired as if he had just done some heavy work. " ...Go," he repeated.

Camelia still said good-bye even though Castor had not seen her. The man faced someone who was just approaching. That's Mr. August the head of the tower. Camelia did not feel the need to greet the man so she immediately waltzed away. The scent of cinnamon greeted his sense of smell as soon as he turned around, which he believed came from the body of the newly arrived tower chief. Not often cross paths, but Camelia recognizes that distinctive body scent. Not something important to remember. Camelia was a little interested as she always caught something faint behind the fragrance of cinnamon. Not strange, but able to make Camelia keep the memory of him in her head.

"As usual. Could it be that the tower person always carried the scent of zafeer stones on his body?" Exactly the mutter he throws Camelia's mind denying her own sentence.

So far it's just him, he's built.

When Castor finished talking to August, he could not find Camelia's presence. The man had calmed down enough to recall what he had forgotten; the initial intention of walking in this courtyard was to look for the purple extract dye from the existing flowers. Due to the need for a completely natural one, Castor had already marked the horde of wild purple flowers growing outside the gate. So he went straight there. However, when he arrived, only the vacant land he found.

"I remember yesterday I saw wild badges here. Where did they all go?" Castor scratched his bald head. This existing ground looked loose as if something had just been plucked from it. However, Castor only questioned the nature of his forgetfulness.

Did I remember wrong? hesitated.

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