Facing Lyle's questioning gaze.

Amelia's eyes, filled with watery light, flickered uncertainly.

"Don't ever come looking for me again."

Lyle patted her shoulder: "It's for your own good. If you don't want to have conflicts with Sia, you still have a long way to go."

"Lyle, you..."

"I'm leaving."

Lyle reached out to adjust his hat.

As he left.

Amelia's pupils slowly contracted.

Your dream?

Just by making wine?

What a joke.

...

...

"Teacher, teacher! Wait for me!"

Lilith caught up, the elf girl with lake-blue eyes looked at Lyle, whose face was hidden under the brim of his hat.

"Do you also want to squeeze value from me?"

"Eh?"

Lilith tilted her head: "Encountering a very powerful person, wanting to be her student... is that considered squeezing? I can do things like serving tea and water!"

Lyle looked at her ears, which were not red.

The fierce expression on his face faded a little.

"Your face is written with 'free benefit.'

Lyle thought for a moment: "I know a little about the elves, so I'm not very worried about you. I heard you guys like to dive into crazy research and make something erotic?"

Lilith: "Huh?! That's just a rumor!"

"But your ears suddenly turned red."

"I'm not lying!"

"Why are you shy when talking about making something erotic?"

Lilith blurted out: "I am against gambling and drugs."

"What about something erotic?"

Lilith solemnly raised her hand: "I, Huang, am against gambling and drugs."

Lyle curled his lips.

"Teacher, I am really capable!"

Lilith got anxious: "Look, look, elves have strange floral and grassy fragrances on their bodies. Before bed, use it to warm the quilt, it's super fragrant and useful!"

"There's such a thing?!"

"Yes! And it helps with sleep! You can sleep until dawn in one go! Absolutely won't wake up halfway!"

"What is this sleep aid tea?"

Lilith pitifully pinched her own pointed ears: "That's all I can do... after all, the teacher is a full-level life system genius..."

Lyle looked at her for a while.

"Kneel down and worship me as your master."

Lilith's face gradually changed: "Right here?"

"Right here."

So many people are watching?

As a noble elf, kneeling on the street to her own teacher.

Ah...

The elf girl's face showed a fascinated smile: "Should I kiss the teacher's fingers? Or maybe the shoes..."

Lyle looked at her excited expression, his face darkened.

This is not an XP issue, right?

"Forget it..."

Lyle took a key out of his pocket: "I happen to need an assistant, if you want to follow me, just follow me, but don't touch anything."

Lilith felt a little disappointed... no, happy.

It seems that after witnessing the charm of the elf girl Lilith, the teacher is gradually beginning to accept her!

I am the most charming one in the entire elf race!

And the most erotic one!

Lyle led her through several streets, finally stopping by a stone house with no windows.

"Is this a prison..."

Lilith started again.

Lyle opened the door to interrupt her spiel: "Laboratory."

When entering the door, Lilith coughed softly.

The smell was not pleasant.

The table was filled with small glass tubes.

There was a pile of cluttered boxes on the floor.

On the adjacent wall hung notes with strange symbols written on them.

"Teacher... is this the scene of a sacrifice to the evil god...""Hmm, you can play by yourself for a while."

Lyle casually replied and rummaged through the various cardboard boxes, looking for something.

I remember it's here somewhere...

Lilith picked up a small ball on the table. It was bulging, as if there was something inside.

She casually tossed it, and it was quite fun.

"Be careful, if that little thing in your hand gets hit accidentally—"

"What?"

The small ball traced an arc in the air.

Lyle: "It will blow both of us up so that even our mother won't recognize us."

Lilith's action of holding the round ball stiffened, and her face turned pale.

"Put away such dangerous things properly!"

Lyle found a low-temperature furnace from the cardboard box, a distillation device he made himself.

In this world, the things in his mind could somehow be used.

It was just like alchemy, after understanding the general aspects, the essence was the chemical process of exchanging substances.

However, he couldn't figure out the ways of a Scholar.

Because the high-level Academy of Eofer would not let the information from their textbooks leak out.

So he never knew what the underlying logic of the Scholar skill was.

Lyle relied solely on his intelligence to carry Moon Bloom to the 44th level.

With a purely human mind.

He had almost crossed half of the divine ladder.

This escape class and bug playstyle, even if despised by most people,

should still deserve some respect, right?

For the next few days, Lyle went to the Oak Tavern.

He asked Wilson for two barrels of brewed fruit wine which could be used directly.

Indeed, most wines nowadays were not very good.

Fruit wines and the like had a low alcohol content and tasted both astringent and sweet, making them somewhat disgusting to drink.

He had been dabbling in wine brewing for a while now.

Through blending alcohol essences and aged wine techniques.

The mulberry and grape wines he made that could be defined as good were only tasted by a few ladies of Moon Bloom.

"Teacher! Teacher! Have some cake!"

Lilith ran in cheerfully from outside.

To be honest, Lyle was indeed feeling lost in himself among the repeated calls of "teacher" these past few days.

This elf girl was so enthusiastic, running around offering help as if she really saw herself as an apprentice.

Occasionally she made some very basic, laughable mistakes, then looked up pitifully.

Will the teacher think I'm stupid and spank me?

But Lyle didn't hit her, thinking she was trying to fish for a reaction.

Lilith squatted down on the floor with her butt sticking out, propping her cheeks with both hands and curiously watching the low-temperature furnace burning inside.

Both sides of her face were blushing from the heat.

Lyle took a bite of the cake beside her.

It had generous ingredients.

But it was far from being delicious.

"Is it good? I went to several streets just to buy this cake!"

Lyle couldn't help but laugh.

He broke off half a piece and put it in Lilith's hand, "Want to know the secret of living skills?"

Lilith nodded while eating the cake.

"I've said it before, the key to breaking level 6 is not in craftsmanship."

Lyle thought about it, "For example, when it comes to baking cakes, the important thing is, you have to start from the most basic logic, make improvements and innovations, rather than simply improving baking skills and changing the appearance of the cake."

"What's basic logic?"

Lilith blinked.

I think this cake tastes good though?

"What do you think is the difference between people who can make good cakes and you?"

Lilith hesitated for a moment, "The taste of the cake, um... the amount of firewood and the time? Different cakes have different requirements."

"This is experience, and it's also the reason why others have higher levels than you."

Lyle smiled, "But my approach is to make an oven that can stably control temperature and time, as well as an improved yeast. You might not understand now."

"The intuitive result is that the person who made this cake is much better skilled than me, but the one who reached level 6 is me."Lyle clapped his hands: "Think about it yourself."

Lilith was taken aback for a moment.

She turned her head to look at the low-temperature furnace.

Her head was buzzing.

The thought process of a scientific researcher, the conceptual inspiration.

A faint look of confusion appeared on the elf girl's face, as if she seemed to understand something.

Was the teacher able to adapt to the environment by improving the tools?