The tribe already has several pharmacists, but they are all junior-level, capable of treating minor injuries but unable to handle life-threatening conditions. The arrival of this new group of priests has significantly bolstered the tribe's dical capabilities.
When these priests first arrived, their imdiate request was to et with Logan as the chief. Their second request was for the construction of an beastn temple within the tribe.
Logan, however, had no intention of eting with them. He firmly believed that the tribe did not need spiritual beliefs at this critical juncture.
"When you are hungry and desperate, will you believe in God?" he mused. "Yes. But when you are fed and content, will you still hold that belief?"
Logan wasn't sure of the answer, but he understood that the newly arrived victims were still unsettled. If they turned to spiritual support, the priests would quickly gain influence, converting these vulnerable individuals into their followers. Logan could not allow this. If there was to be any spiritual support, it would be him, the chief of the Silver Mane Tribe, who would provide it.
His resolve was firm: the tribe's loyalty and strength had to be directed towards its leadership, not fragnted by the influence of priests and their temples. This was a delicate balancing act, but one that Logan was determined to master for the future of the Silver Mane Tribe.
Logan summoned his uncle, Begon, and gave him clear instructions. "Tell the priests that the tribe does not have the ti or resources to build a temple right now. We'll consider it once the people are stable and the famine is over."
The influx of disaster victims not only bolstered the tribe's strength but also brought valuable skills. Among the newcors were pharmacists, blacksmiths, manufacturers, and other craftsn. Though many were rely apprentices, their potential was imnse.
The primary difference between these apprentices and formal craftsn was not their skill, but a certificate, one that required a costly assessnt fee of a gold coin, a sum far beyond their reach.
Consequently, while the overall strength of the Silver Mane Tribe had improved significantly, they still lagged behind other large tribes, especially in terms of high-level warriors. Tribes like Duskin boasted three sixth-level strongn, while the Silver Mane Tribe had only Logan's grandfather as a sixth-level warrior. Jane, though powerful, was not a mber of their tribe.
This shortage of high-level warriors was a pressing issue. Logan understood that strong individuals don't erge overnight. anwhile, the growing population ant that not everyone could be put to work imdiately. Thus, he pondered new ways to generate inco under their current conditions.
One evening at Logan's ho, Jane watched curiously as he hefted a wooden wine barrel onto the table. He had promised her a surprise, sothing he had been working on since he stopped searching for disaster victims.
"What's this?" Jane asked, her curiosity piqued.
"It's sothing all won in the world will love," Logan said with a mischievous smile. "Even goddesses would be captivated by it!"
Jane raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. "I'll believe it when I see it."
Logan laughed, undeterred by her doubt. "Trust , you'll love it." With that, he pried open the tightly sealed lid of the wooden barrel.
A rich, intoxicating aroma filled the room. Jane's eyes widened in surprise. "It slls wonderful!"
Logan bead with pride. "See? I told you. This is a special blend of herbs and spices I've been perfecting. It's not just wine; it's a potion that can captivate anyone."
Jane couldn't hide her smile. "You might be right this ti. It does sll amazing."
Logan nodded, satisfied. "This is just the beginning. With this, we can not only provide for our tribe but also trade with other tribes. It's a way to ensure our prosperity and strengthen our alliances."
Jane looked at him with newfound respect. "You always have a plan, don't you?"
Jane inhaled deeply, his eyes widening in delight. "Oh, what a delightful aroma!" he exclaid.
Curiously, he leaned closer and queried, "What is this enchanting scent? Is it sothing we can drink?"
anwhile, Kevin and the rest of the pack, lured by the scent, ca bounding inside.
"What an amazing sll!" Kevin echoed.
"Simply irresistible!" another chid in.
"What's creating this magic?" a third asked, their voices overlapping in eager curiosity.
The room buzzed with the excited chatter of the little beastn, all intrigued by the mysterious fragrance perating the house.
Logan, with an amused smirk, responded to their curiosity, "Of course it's not for eating or drinking!"
"This, my friends, is perfu!" he announced.
Perfu? The word seed to hang montarily in the air.
Jane, montarily puzzled, nodded. "It's truly exquisite. But if it's not for drinking, what do we do with it?"
Logan, ever the patient explainer, said, "Perfu is designed to be worn. You sprinkle it on yourself to carry this wonderful scent."
He went on to share his knowledge about perfu making, a craft he had pondered for a long while. In his past life, he had encountered various perfus on his wife's makeup counter, each one precious and uniquely scented.
"The essence of perfu lies in its blend of alcohol and essential oils. Similar to brewing, albeit with different purity requirents."
He explained how essential oils are distilled from flowers, capturing their delicate fragrances in a liquid form, a process not too daunting for soone with his skills.
"Just mix alcohol, essential oils, and water in that order," Logan detailed. "Though what we have here has only settled for 24 hours. It's still quite volatile, and the scent might not last the day."
He smiled, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "But with aging, storing it in a cool, dark place for a month, the perfu's concentration increases, its presence lingers longer in the air, and it evaporates more slowly."
Despite Logan' detailed explanation, Jane's expression remained blank, prompting Logan to demonstrate. He scooped a small amount of perfu with a wooden spoon, letting it splash into his palm. With a swift flick, he sprinkled it over Jane, creating a fine mist around them.
"Watch the mist," Logan encouraged, a playful grin spreading across his face.
As Jane marveled at the floating droplets, Logan urged, "Now, sll your clothes!"
"It slls wonderful! Sister Jane slls so nice!" Jane exclaid, burying his nose in his sleeve. Before he could savor the scent further, Ginny, Logan's little sister, tugged eagerly at his clothes.
"Sister Jane, you sll like a fresh spring garden!" Ginny exclaid, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Logan glanced over and swept Ginny into a warm hug. His sister's adorableness overwheld him, and he affectionately rubbed her small, rosy cheek. "Little rascal, it's not just Sister Jane who's wearing it, you're scented too. Let sll!" he chuckled, nuzzling close to her.
With a tender rub and a sniff, he exclaid, "Ah, you sll wonderful!"
"Really, brother?" Ginny asked, her small wolf teeth peeking out in a delighted grin.
Logan responded with a warm smile and a nod.
Eagerly, Ginny grabbed her clothes, brought them to her nose, and took a deep breath. Her eyes widened in surprise. "It slls so good, brother! Ginny slls lovely!"
"Yes, you're my fragrant little doll!" Logan laughed, setting her gently on the ground.
Jane watched the playful exchange, her eyes sparkling with fascination. The aroma enveloped her, reminiscent of a field brimming with blossoms. To her, Logan's abilities seed increasingly wondrous.
"Is this truly a gift for ?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe.
"Of course, this entire barrel of perfu is yours!" Logan declared with a buoyant smile.
He had been inspired to create the perfu after lying close to Jane and noticing her unique natural scent, which had sparked the idea.
In a spontaneous gesture of gratitude, Jane planted a quick kiss on Logan's cheek, promptly sealed the barrel, and slipped it into her spatial ring. Logan, caught off-guard by her swift actions, was montarily speechless.
"You... you've stowed it away already? There's no rush; no one else is claiming it," he said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. The barrel wasn't small, it held at least 15 kilograms of perfu, surely more than one could use in a lifeti.
"But you were giving it to , right?" Jane responded, sowhat confused.
"It's yours, but aren't you going to save so for ?" Logan retorted, his tone laced with annoyance.
"Save so? Were you planning to give it to another woman?" Jane asked sharply, her face suddenly serious.
Logan was taken aback. "Don't be absurd," he chided gently, pinching her cheek. "Bring it out again, I need so."
Complying, Jane retrieved the barrel from her spatial ring.
Logan procured a wooden jug and filled it with so of the perfu, then suggested, "Store the rest again. And why not share so with Mother, your second mother, your aunts? It's a perfect chance to strengthen your bonds with them."
Jane paused, her eyes lighting up with realization. The last ti Logan hosted a gathering, he had introduced her to the entire Silver Mane family. The aunts had all extended invitations to visit their hos. She had been fretting over finding suitable gifts, and as a result, had delayed her visits. Now, she held the perfect offering in her hands.
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