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"Why are they different?"

"Aren't the two of them supposed to be one?"

Luo De was suddenly very confused.

Could Vivian really have an independent consciousness?

Luo De always thought Vivian and Avril were just two different personalities, more like a split personality disorder.

But now if their spiritual strengths are different, Luo De felt more like they are two separate consciousnesses.

Luo De suddenly felt a bit lost.

The witch is even more mysterious than imagined.

"What's wrong, my dear?"

Avril, having come to her senses, stared at Luo De and asked.

Luo De shook his head slightly, "Nothing."

Luo De himself didn't understand why it was like this, so he thought it was best not to tell Avril.

It was fine as long as the two sisters got along normally.

Luo De then asked, "What did you see?"

"The desolate scenery at dusk, not as mysterious or peculiar as what you and Vivian saw."

Avril added, "Oh, and there were some lonely shadows, but they were just gliding on the ground, very normal."

Even the scenes they saw were different.

Luo De was now more convinced that the two sisters had two separate consciousnesses.

But wasn't Vivian summoned?

And she could even be resurrected.

How could they be two independent consciousnesses?

Luo De felt his head itch.

If it couldn't be understood, then stop thinking about it.

"Have Milly learn the Sea Race language with you; in the future, many things you won't be able to handle alone."

Luo De instructed: "And Prophet Bai Shuang, don't let him be idle."

"Uh-huh."

Avril nodded repeatedly.

Luo De directly went to the side room and carried Milly out.

"Come on, put your hand on it."

"Candy…"

Milly reached out her fair little hand to Luo De.

"Wait for the candy for two more days."

Luo De gently patted Milly's little hand; this little guy started bargaining with him.

But Luo De still liked this little one.

— A human-shaped lucky koi, who doesn't love it?

"Alright…"

Milly placed her hand on the pearl ball, and ten light spots instantly lit up.

The eleventh was just a tiny bit, almost imperceptible.

Roughly considered 10.1, just crossing the threshold of a wizard apprentice.

Is it because Milly is only twelve, too young?

It's worth mentioning that many witches have spiritual strengths exceeding ordinary people.

Linda said that their sage's spiritual strength reached eleven point nine, the highest talent in the entire Dawn Society.

As the light spots just appeared, Milly immediately opened her eyes.

So fast?

Luo De was a bit surprised and asked, "What did our Milly see?"

"Stars, a sky full of stars…"

Milly gestured with her hands.

Luo De and Avril exchanged glances and could see the confusion in each other's eyes.

Do stars represent the power of luck?

With no time to think further, Luo De handed Milly to Avril and then went back to the sugar-boiling room.

The slaves all saluted and then brought the filtered malt juice to Luo De.

Luo De looked at the translucent brown liquid, which was a bit like very diluted honey water, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Prepare to boil it."

At Luo De's command, the slaves brought up the prepared ceramic jars.

Now it was already the penultimate step in making malt sugar — boiling the malt juice until it concentrated into malt sugar.

This step also required patience, pouring the malt liquid into ceramic jars and simmering slowly over low heat.

While boiling, it required constant stirring to prevent it from sticking to the bottom.

Once boiled until the liquid became thick, the real sugar paste was completed.

Luo De personally got involved, spending half a day to finally complete the first jar.

In this damn era, wanting a bit of sweetness requires doing it yourself.

The people of the Northern Wasteland previously just had enough to eat, naturally having no surplus to research these things.

No one knew what Luo De was making.

But everyone had noses and could smell the fragrance coming from the ceramic jar.

Unlike the intense smell of cane sugar, malt sugar had a very gentle aroma with a distinct grain scent, like the fragrance of baked bread and roasted oats.

Especially by the warm stove, it felt like being in a warm baking room, with the sweet smell of mat grass lingering around.

All the slaves couldn't help but swallow their saliva, their eyes fixed on the steaming ceramic jar.

Otto took two deep sniffs, his face full of obsequious smiles, and leaned forward slightly, asking,

"Lord, the things you made with this grain must be good things, right?"

Luo De said expressionlessly, "This is sugar."

Before Otto could speak, the slaves behind him started whispering among themselves, their voices low but unable to hide their curiosity and longing.

"What is sugar?"

"It must be tasty."

"Do you even need to say it, it smells so good!"

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While the slaves were discussing, Otto straightened his chest and took the initiative to explain,

"It's sweet, like honey."

Otto had some background and had once bought some sugar from merchants in Border City.

Remembering the previous taste, Otto couldn't help but lick his lips, looking at Luo De with anticipation,

"Lord, could… could this be put on the work points exchange list?"

"Not now."

Luo De shook his head slightly.

Luo De didn't know how much it could produce, needed to see how much malt sugar these ten barrels of grain could make, and then consider whether it could be mass-produced.

If malt sugar, such a luxury, could bring economic benefits, then Luo De would produce it in quantity.

If not, then just make a little to improve living conditions.

And now this first pot, Luo De naturally wanted to enjoy first.

Without caring about Otto's eager eyes, he immediately ordered, "Go get Avril and Vivian."

Luo De still needed to watch the other pots boiling, so he couldn't leave.

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