Holy Spell

He sat on a chair forged by the battle fort on the platform. In front of him was a glass of water spirit fruit juice he juiced from Blood Moor's water spirit fruit.

It has been a month since he planted those water spirit fruit trees in the Dark World, and the supply in Blood Moor had stabilized.

As soon as he plucked a water spirit fruit, a new flower would emerge immediately and began to form another water spirit fruit.

With the care of a tree of life and elite elves, the elite elves and Abel had more than enough food.

It was only at that moment he realized how in-demand water spirit fruits became in the Central Continent. But that was too bad. He was no longer drinking water spirit fruit juices from the elves.