#124 - The meaning of the Copy Spell
While Chris was searching for the reason for the magic potion's enhanced effect, Mune was also waiting for the results of this treatment.
It wasn't until a crew member reported that the injured young man's condition had improved that Mune confirmed the true effectiveness of this magic potion.
However, Mune was not in a hurry to refine the magic potion, because he had discovered something even more valuable.
The wandering poet Mimir.
This strange old man, after identifying the magic potion, was kept in the room by Mune.
At this moment, he was holding a charcoal pencil,趴on the table, recording new poems.
And Zalan, who was sitting aside, was looking at the two new materials that Mimir had just identified.
After Mimir identified the Earthhide Beast and the Selma Flower, Mune had the inspiration to take out the herbal comparison manual he had recorded in Xilin.
This manual recorded 78 kinds of herbs that Mune had discovered in Xilin, of which 31 kinds he could correspond to "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi".
Mune just randomly pointed to two herbal patterns he had drawn, and Mimir could immediately tell its origin, appearance, and taste.
"Young man, this is Blood Arrow Grass, people on the northern grasslands use it to stop bleeding and detoxify."
After Mune had someone prepare a hearty lunch for Mimir, the old man's way of speaking gradually returned to normal.
Blood Arrow Grass.
In "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi", it is called Mian Di Yu, and it is a raw material for a hemostatic magic potion.
"This is Bellflower, it bears purple fruits, which are the nemesis of poisonous snakes in the rainforest."
Bellflower.
The name in "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" is Shanying Grass, which is produced in Africa, and locals use it to treat cobra bites.
After Mimir identified four or five kinds of herbs, he stopped paying attention to Mune, but instead began to record his own poems.
"Mr. Mimir, what is your last name? What should I call you?"
Mune did not give up, but continued to ask.
"I don't have a last name, Mimir is the name given to me by the beautiful Sister Theresa. Young man, can you not disturb me? I still have to write poems."
"Okay, Mr. Mimir, in fact, as long as you agree to my request, I will definitely ensure that you have a very comfortable creative environment."
"Young man, I have said that my life must be completely dedicated to 'The Anvil Song', and I will not specifically help people identify any materials."
"The Anvil Song" is the name of the collection of wandering poems that Mimir is writing.
This collection of poems was originally a legendary story in the eastern mountainous area of the Menila Empire, which has been passed down orally by the locals.
Mimir also started collecting poems from there, from the original only 31 scattered and incomplete songs, to the present, after Mimir's fifty years of continuous writing.
"The Anvil Song" already has 763 different types of wandering poems.
Mune was not interested in wandering poetry. What he cared about was Mimir's fifty years of travel experience.
Especially after learning that Mimir would go deep into remote mountainous areas to collect poems and talk to ordinary farmers, woodcutters, and hunters.
Mune knew that this old man definitely knew more.
But Mimir directly rejected Mune's kindness to take him in.
"Young man, I am already 66 years old, but 'The Anvil Song' is not even a thousand songs yet, time waits for no one~"
In order to get Mimir to agree to identify the materials, Mune also specifically asked the first mate Karen about his origin.
"This old man is very strange. As long as he has money, he will go to various places to collect poems. If he has no money, he will just find a job and then sort out the poems. He has been on the Thorns for half a year, and he will leave after disembarking this time."
From Karen's words, Mune knew that Mimir really loved poetry, but he didn't want to let such a wise man be lost.
"Mr. Mimir, you have written so many poems, have you ever thought about how to pass them on in the future?"
Mune knew that if he wanted to impress someone, he had to start from what he cared about, so he directly asked this key question.
Mimir also knew what Mune wanted to express, and he ignored him and continued to bury his head in writing.
"Old sir, there should have been a lot of 'The Anvil Song' originally, why did only thirty-one songs remain in the end? Aren't you worried that in a hundred years, or even just twenty or thirty years, all of your poems will be lost?"
When Mune said this, Mimir stopped writing.
"Young man, there is no solution to your question. All I can do is write a little more, so that maybe a lot can still be preserved a hundred years later."
"Who said there is no solution? I have a way to preserve your poems completely intact a hundred years from now, and let more people know about them."
Hearing Mune's so arrogant tone, Mimir looked over with his already somewhat cloudy eyes.
"You? Impossible, even if you are a magician."
Hearing Mimir directly point out his identity, Mune was not surprised.
In his opinion, this old man must have seen many magicians in his fifty years of travel.
However, the way Mune said to preserve the poems was not a magician's way.
Although he knew that there were many magical books from thousands of years ago in the Hogwarts library.
But he does not have the ability to create books that can be preserved for such a long time.
Of course, in addition to magical methods, Mune had actually seen another way of preserving and disseminating information in the Muggle world in London.
Schools, public libraries, cheap books, newspapers, radio stations, etc.
These methods can all preserve and spread poetry,
Although Mune can't take these things out for the time being, he can use magical means to make Mimir believe in himself first.
"Mr. Mimir, since you have seen magicians, I wonder if you have seen such magic?"
After Mune finished speaking, without waiting for the other party to react, he directly cast the [Duplication Charm] with his wand.
[Duplicate in Pairs]
A copy of "The Anvil Song" suddenly appeared on the table.
Mimir was stunned for a moment, then immediately picked up the extra collection of poems and quickly flipped through it.
"It's really exactly the same, can it... can it be preserved for a long time?"
"I can only say that it will continue to exist as long as the magical energy does not dissipate."
"I see~, that's also amazing! Other magicians can't do this."
Mune didn't know if there was anything similar to the [Duplication Charm] in this world, but since Mimir thought so, he didn't want to explain it for the time being.
After Mimir finished flipping through the entire collection of poems, he neatly closed it again, and even touched the rough cover with some reluctance.
"This is indeed tempting, but I can't afford it. This price must be very expensive."
The price Mimir was referring to was naturally the reward for asking Mune to cast the [Duplication Charm] to create more collections of poems.
However, after Mune saw Mimir's reverence for poetry, he smiled faintly and shook his head.
"I don't want money, and I won't force you to do anything."
"Hmm? Why?"
"I think some things should always be done by someone, just like you spent fifty years writing a collection of poems. It seems more convenient for me to do this."
