#201 - Flying Cloak

In Muen's view, his connection with the willow tree had been established long ago.

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Now, to encounter a willow tree regarded as a spirit tree by the tribe, and to be able to assess magical talents, only makes him want to examine it even more.

"Of course, the spirit tree is located in the center of the canyon guarded by our tribe. The High Priest can go and see it at any time."

The Spirit Tree Great Witch was very happy. Originally, she was quite concerned when Muen was persuaded by the Starlight Great Witch to come to Star Island.

Now, seeing the High Priest wanting to visit the Spirit Tree Tribe, she was naturally very willing.

Half a day later, Muen followed the three Great Witches back to Star Island.

As soon as they disembarked, people from the Starlight Tribe arrived with more than a dozen horses.

The Spirit Tree Tribe was located in the center of Star Island, and it would probably take another half a day to ride there.

According to the timeline, Muen would return to Hogwarts tomorrow night, and now so much time was being wasted on the journey, which made him yearn for convenient flight even more.

"Great Witch, does the tribe not have any flying witchcraft or magical artifacts?"

"Of course, becoming a priest allows one to control the flying cloak. As for the High Priest, he doesn't even need to rely on anything; he can fly with witchcraft alone."

Hearing Muen's words, the Starlight Great Witch replied with great pride.

Flight has always been the dream of all wizards.

Tribal witches had long mastered the relevant flying witchcraft, and even now, some other wizarding powers' exploration of flying magic all came from tribal witchcraft and magical artifacts.

And the Starlight Great Witch was the most profound wizard in the tribe in researching magical artifacts. The only flying cloak in the tribe was also kept by him.

"Flying cloak? Can I take a look at that too?"

The only flying devices Muen knew about were flying brooms and magic carpets.

Muen was already very familiar with flying brooms. He knew that this kind of flying device, besides being able to fly, also provided support under the wizard's body.

The function of magic carpets was also very similar.

But most cloak-like devices were fastened in front of the chest, which made Muen very curious about how it could carry a wizard to fly.

"Of course, after visiting the spirit tree, you can come to the Starlight Tribe to see the flying cloak."

After agreeing on a time with the Starlight Great Witch, Muen and his party rode their horses towards the center of Star Ember Island.

Half a day later, just as they stepped into the territory of the Spirit Tree Tribe, Muen discovered that the vegetation here was unusually lush.

Although it was already deep winter, everywhere they looked was a green ocean.

Grasslands, vines, and even many thousand-year-old trees in the distance.

These sprawling greens added a lot of natural color to the small island.

"Is that Selma flower? There are so many."

Seeing the familiar flowers in front of him, Muen couldn't help but ask the Spirit Tree Great Witch.

"That's right, Selma flower is the best healing herb in the tribe. The entire flower garden is planted with it."

The flower garden in the Spirit Tree Great Witch's mouth was about three times the size of Hogwarts' herb greenhouse, and it contained thousands of flowers.

"Do these flowers bloom in winter too?"

After discovering the Selma flower, Muen came to the periphery of the flower garden to check.

He found that the flowers were not very large, but they were still blooming very luxuriantly.

"Yes, this flower has a strong vitality, so as long as it blooms, it will bloom forever, whether it is winter or hot summer. But to be truly medicinal, you still have to wait until next spring."

"I see. Do you also use it to make potions?"

"Yes, Selma flower has a very strong hemostatic effect. Combined with other herbs, it is a very good witchcraft medicine."

As the Spirit Tree Great Witch spoke, she took out a medicinal patch from her body.

"The main ingredient of this medicinal patch is the juice of the Selma flower. It is also a must-have item for the tribesmen when they go out."

After seeing the medicinal patch, Muen curiously took it.

A clump of black stuff was smeared on the palm-sized bark, which didn't look like a potion at all.

Putting it to his nose and sniffing it lightly, Muen found that it did contain a lot of herbal ingredients.

"Great Witch, why don't you refine it into a liquid or paste potion? Wouldn't that be able to be applied externally and taken internally?"

Muen remembered very clearly that the little witch Chris had learned a similar potion from a fraudulent magician.

And the tribe's wizarding heritage was even more ancient, so it was impossible that they wouldn't know how to refine this potion.

Hearing Muen's question, the Spirit Tree Great Witch sighed helplessly.

"Alas, in fact, there used to be many potion recipes in the tribe, but these recipes were either lost or accidentally damaged. There are not many prescriptions left now."

"That's right. We guess it's all because of that curse that caused problems with the various wizarding inheritances in the tribe."

The Great Witch Hailan also walked over at this time. As the tribal witch who used the most wound medicine, he naturally knew the preciousness of these potions.

But that curse was like a leech that had been lying on them sucking blood. Even if their inheritance was very complete, they couldn't resist the other party's gradual erosion.

"I see. I happen to know how to make a potion. I wonder if I can purchase some Selma flowers."

The more Muen learned about the Star Island tribal wizards, the clearer he became about the power of the curse on these people.

However, these curses did not pose any threat to Muen.

On the contrary, he might be able to pass on the magic of another world here, which could help the tribal wizards and create a wizarding force for himself.

Whether it was to deal with the war on the mainland or the wizarding disputes in the Vina Islands, he would not be a leaf drifting in the wind.

Of course, before that, he could also use the resources of the tribal wizards to improve his own magic strength.

Thinking of this, Muen took out a bottle of hemostatic potion he had refined before.

The Spirit Tree Great Witch curiously took it, first put it to her nose and smelled it.

"It is indeed Selma flower, and ant grass, but I don't know what the others are."

"Earth Armor Beast scales, batfish, flame snail shells."

Muen said the remaining materials with a smile. In his opinion, these things were not too precious, and it wouldn't hurt to share them with the tribal wizards.

"Can these things also be used as medicine?"

After hearing Muen's answer, the Great Witch Hailan was very surprised.

Their Hailan tribe had to deal with a lot of these animals every day, but they had never heard that fish and other things could be used to make potions.

"Of course, and their medicinal properties are not low either."

Muen didn't know if the tribal wizards were too heavily influenced by herbs. Even the Spirit Tree Great Witch changed her expression after hearing these materials.

"Don't worry, I have already tested the efficacy of this potion. You can also test it if you don't believe it."

After hearing Muen's words, the Great Witch Hailan immediately dragged over Lang.

"Didn't you get injured on your arm in a fight with a group of sharp-toothed sharks the day before yesterday? It's just right to try the High Priest's potion."

Lang, who was selected by his own father, was very helpless. He was indeed besieged by a group of sharks, and in the end, he let them run away.

This had already made many young wizards joke about him, and now that the Great Witch Hailan said it in public, Lang felt even more embarrassed.

"Let's make it clear first. My injury is not serious. Don't blame me if you can't test the efficacy."

Lang came to Muen very stubbornly and lifted his sleeve.

"This was bitten by a shark. The wound is very deep and has reached the bone."

Muen knew that Lang's injury was very serious with just one glance. More than a dozen blood marks penetrated deep into the skin, and the surrounding skin was already a little ulcerated.

"How is that possible? It was just a small bite from a small shark."

Hearing that Lang was still insisting that he was fine, the Great Witch Hailan reached out and pinched the edge of his wound.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

"If it hurts, then stop pretending and let the High Priest take a good look at you."