The next day, Leon and Karen were crossing the forest, following closely behind the two giants. Unlike yesterday, there was no darkness blocking their view. The mana density was so thick that the vegetation absorbed that power and gave off a bluish light, replacing sunlight itself.0

The two humans, not being mages, didn’t think much of it, but if anyone who knew its true worth had seen it, they would have fainted on the spot. Where would anyone find grass glowing with mana just like that?0

One would only ever see something like this in a potion made by a truly skilled alchemist. And if even common weeds were like that, then imagine what a mana herb like mandragora would be worth here.0

There was no need to brew it into a potion—just chew and swallow it, and the full effect would hit straight away. However, neither the two giants nor Leon and Karen knew any of this.0

They also had no idea that the flower Urga’s huge foot crushed was worth dozens of gold, or that the mushroom Zulu smashed with his elbow could’ve bought two enchanted swords.4

There really is something to that old saying, “Ignorance is bliss.”0

Only El Cid let out a dry comment, watching the quiet tragedy unfold.0

—Good thing your party doesn’t have a mage…2

Huh?0

—You don’t need to know… I guess a hero picking herbs for pocket money wouldn’t be a great look.2

It didn’t matter anyway. Gathering those herbs would...0