My Stomach Hurts a Bit, It Couldn't Be...

Ring, ring, ring—

At noon the next day, Lan Qingyou was woken up by her alarm.

She had set it for herself.

Although the night was quiet and peaceful, she didn't consider herself a night owl. If possible, she preferred to be active during the day.

Moreover, everyone else was active during the day, and few people logged on at night like she did.

In order not to delay her work and to reduce communication costs, Lan Qingyou had no choice but to force her sleep schedule back to normal.

Even though she had only slept for six hours, Lan Qingyou looked quite relaxed.

This was especially true after she finished washing up.

Because today, she was going to start trying to craft a magic shield.

But before that, there was one more thing she needed to do.

She took out her card and posted a message in the group.

The Tower: "@The Star, I wanted to ask—when you're making clothes, do you make the material into clothes first and then enchant them, or do you enchant the material before cutting it into clothes?"

Lan Qingyou had actually wanted to ask this question yesterday.

But by the time she thought of it, it was already late at night and the group was quiet. That was the key reason why she had forced herself to change her sleep schedule.

Otherwise, it would take too long to get a response.

Ruan Qingyi, who was waiting for Gu Xiaobei to deliver her meal, replied immediately after seeing Lan Qingyou's question.

The Star: "Make them first, then enchant. But when cutting, it's best to avoid slicing through any symbols. Preserving the symbols whole makes it easier to connect them."

The Tower: "I see. Thanks."

The Star: "Why? What are you planning to make with Magic Pattern Cloth?"

The Tower: "Well, I want to go for a walk outside soon. Since your Magic Pattern Cloth is waterproof, I'm planning to make a camping tent."

The Star: "I see. How do you plan on doing it?"

The Tower: "I'll make the finished tent first, then try to draw the magic shield circuits inside."

The Star: "Let me make it for you then. I haven't made a tent before, so it'll be good to try. Once it's done, I'll give it to you, and you can just draw the circuits."

The Tower: "Sure. Just let me know what potions you want in exchange."

Although Lan Qingyou hadn't expected her to take on the task, she didn't mind.

Since someone else was willing to make the finished product, there was no need for her to do it herself.

Wasn't it better to leave professional tasks to professionals?

The Star: "No need for an exchange. I think this could be a good business. After all, you're not the only one who wants to go out. If the product is good, we can collaborate and let The Moon handle the sales."

So that was her plan.

But it was indeed a good suggestion.

Lan Qingyou nodded, agreeing with The Star's idea.

Alchemists didn't lack money, but that didn't mean they didn't like making it.

Lan Qingyou was clearly the type who liked making money.

After all, more resources meant more materials, right?

Chariot: "No wonder you're preparing a vehicle. Were those blue glow balls on it for this purpose too?"

The Tower: "Yeah. They're a self-illuminating little prop that can repel insects and some D-grade monsters."

High Priestess: "You actually have something like that?"

The Tower: "I came up with it myself. Since I'm traveling, it's better to be safe. It can't repel everything, so there's still some danger."

Chariot: "I see. Hanging them like that is too ugly. Send them to me and I'll modify them into a lantern style. It'll look much better."

...

We're discussing performance, and you're talking about appearance?

And they're not that ugly, are they? I specifically used blue slimes to wrap them.

Lan Qingyou couldn't help but grumble in her mind, but she still honestly handed the items over. After all, who wouldn't want a modification from a mechanical master?

The Tower: "I won't accept a post-apocalyptic wasteland style, though."

Chariot: "Relax. You're a witch, right? I'll give you a witch style."

...I always feel like this Nordic fellow has something else in mind.

Empress: "Tower, do you have any more of those bug-repelling things? I could use them in my fields."

The Tower: "Yes, I made a dozen or so at once. But they only last for 30 days, starting from when they were made."

Empress: "How much area can one cover?"

The Tower: "Haven't tested it."

Empress: "Then give them to me, I'll test them out."

The Tower: "Sure. Give me some tomatoes in exchange. I need to supplement some vitamins."

Empress: "No problem. I'll also give you some trial-grown corn. It's just about time to harvest anyway."

The Tower: "Oh! That's great! I haven't eaten that in a long time."

A trade was thus completed.

Empress Jiang Lan, because Lan Qingyou gave her over a dozen items, directly gave Lan Qingyou over a hundred pounds of tomatoes and dozens of pounds of corn.

Although Lan Qingyou didn't cook and didn't know how to cook, boiling corn was no problem. Occasionally, when she got a burst of inspiration at night, she could eat it while working overtime.

As for the tomatoes, she had originally planned to eat them raw anyway.

With the constant temperature storage room, these hundred-plus pounds of food wouldn't spoil.

Lan Qingyou wasn't even afraid of getting fat. After all, her talent was right there; in fact, the greater her mass, the stronger her talent's ability became.

Of course, the love of beauty is human nature.

Even if she wasn't afraid of being fat, she still wanted to keep her figure in an S-curve.

Crunch.

After washing a bowl of tomatoes, Lan Qingyou couldn't help but eat one directly.

What! You're asking if eating them directly would cause diarrhea because of the water source?

Please, can the water from small streams outside even compare to the Spring of Repose? Lan Qingyou was very confident about this.

And honestly, eating these tomatoes raw was truly refreshing.

The tomatoes Jiang Lan grew had particularly thin skins and were exceptionally delicious, both sweet and sour.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Just then, a message came from Gu Xiaobei.

"Hmm?"

Lan Qingyou looked at the magic desk with curiosity. Gu Xiaobei was basically active in the villa now, so why was she suddenly sending her a message?

Was she worried Lan Qingyou wouldn't see it?

Or was there some emergency?

Gu Xiaobei: "Boss, can you make salt?"

When Lan Qingyou opened the message, she was met with something that left her speechless.

She had thought there was some emergency.

And it was just this?

Lan Qingyou: "Please, salt is a must-learn for alchemists."

Gu Xiaobei: "Then can you make a batch for me? The kitchen is almost out of salt. If you can make MSG, bring some of that too."

...How strange.

Am I some kind of condiment merchant?

She was actually coming to me to buy seasonings.

But it wasn't something she couldn't make. Salt could be made from seawater. MSG was even easier; the corn and wheat Jiang Lan gave her earlier could be used to make it.

Of course, the Abandoned Land had a coastline, so extracting it directly from kelp was even more natural.

So Lan Qingyou prepared to reply.

But at that moment, a sharp pain shot through her stomach.

Ugh... my stomach hurts a bit. It couldn't be...

She looked at the bowl of bright red tomatoes.

Lan Qingyou: "Wait a second."

Lan Qingyou's face turned from red to green, from green to blue. After replying, she quickly rushed to the fourth-floor bathroom.

Why did I put the bathroom on the fourth floor, somewhere I don't usually hang out?

My brain must have been malfunctioning at the time.

No, if I get the chance, I must move it to the third floor.

Also, I need to find a way to make a batch of diarrhea medicine, and cold medicine as well.

Sitting on the toilet, Lan Qingyou began to think seriously, her hand supporting her chin like The Thinker statue.