I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World… - Chapter 85 - Forestry Pt. 2

Logan took out his small dagger for this occasion. He pricked his finger and let a drop of blood fall on the small sapling in front of him—the one that could mimic other plants just by touch.

As soon as his blood touched the stem, it began to shake a little before returning to its original form.

The sapling’s link was created, yet it was not as lively or as exciting as his rose.

The stats showed his new plant was called a Mimic Birch.

Its only skill was Mimic—a simple ability that allowed the plant to take the form of another plant for a short while before returning to its original form.

Feeling a little devious, Logan placed his bracelet close to the plant, and it soon took the form of the Greater Crimson Majesty.

That was until the petals felt the cold and it reverted to its original form.

The cold seemed to affect the plant negatively, causing it to lose a bit of HP just from the attempt to turn into a flower.

Logan petted the plant and placed a small crystal next to its root as a form of apology before moving to the next tree.

The next plant wiggled, trying to free itself from its restraints—it was almost like watching a criminal attempting to escape their cuffs.

As he had done with the previous plant, Logan held on to it and let a drop of blood splash onto a branch.

Contrary to everyone’s expectations, the moving plant stopped as it formed the link and remained still for a while.

Logan took this moment to check on it.

“Wanderwillow, it only has one skill—the ability to move to find a good spot to grow,” Logan said loudly enough for the others who were interested in the process to understand the new plant.

The third sapling’s name was quite mystical: Phoenix Redwood.

It had the ability to regrow its limbs and combust parts of itself to keep predators away.

It was resistant to extreme temperatures, as it could generate heat within itself, making it bad for firewood but good for insolation and building material.

As he got to the shrubs, Logan started with the Quillbush.

This plant had three attacks: it could throw spikes at nearby opponents, inject a mild poison on its spikes, and use a sensory skill to identify predators.

Logan threw drops of blood at the shrub from afar, hoping it would work.

After the link was formed, the small plant became as friendly and delicate to Logan as his Scarlet, but it remained wary of others.

The Pyrothorn was the hardest to mark, as it sensed the blood was a type of toxin and instantly evaporated the first drops Logan tried to mark it with.

He had to keep pouring blood in order to mark it, which tired him, but it was rewarding to identify the plant and gain its trust after doing so.

The final one, probably the easiest to interact with, was the Regen Hazel Brush.

Its fruit had slight healing properties that helped create low-quality healing potions.

Placing crystals around each plant, Logan noticed through his link that they loved the mana being provided to them.

He even watered them for a good amount of time until he felt they were satisfied.

None of them could communicate with him, but Logan was becoming sensitive to their feelings.

Having taken so long, Logan noticed the others had left.

The only ones near him were Scorch, who helped him through the cold, and Luna, who did not mind sleeping on top of the snow.

Logan checked his beast, noticing a few scratches that needed healing.

[Need stronger, no more master hurt,] he heard his beast say as Logan pointed to the cuts.

[Scorch, don’t try so hard for my sake. Let’s get stronger together, buddy. Don’t do dangerous stuff,] he communicated while having his slime heal the torn scales and damaged skin.

Although he didn’t get an answer back, the raptor gently placed his large head over Logan’s shoulder, seeking a neck rub.

“Big baby,” Logan laughed.

He heard a whistle from afar and saw that Scorch’s new house was finished.

“Well then, let’s go check out your new home, bud. I hope you like it,” Logan said, using the raptor to help him get to the new barn.

The barn was filled with hay to pad the floor.

With Scorch entering the small house, it warmed up enough for Silis to enjoy its new home.

As for the bison, it started feeding on what would be its bed, making Valeria bring food to keep it from eating the hay.

As soon as they exited the barn, Logan spotted a group of ten or more people approaching the estate.

They looked poor but had smiles on their faces.

Among them were two kids, while the others were a mix of elders and adult men.

Logan saw his mentor, Valeria, wave to the strangers, and he tried doing the same.

The two kids soon got close enough to run to his charismatic teacher and hug her legs.

“Well, meet your villagers, Logan. This is little Lily and Finn. I gave them fur that your Scorch helped hunt, so you can say you had a part in their new coats,” Valeria introduced the kids. The small girl, Lily, spun around, trying to show off her new wear.

“Scorch even helped with the tanning. His precision with flames helped cure the skins faster than they otherwise would have,” she praised Scorch, who showed his face through one of the barn’s windows as his name was mentioned.

“Thank you, Lord!” Lily, the young girl, said while hugging Logan’s leg.

Logan patted the girl’s back and nodded.

As for the others, they soon arrived with various gifts and foods.

“You must be the new lord and hero… please accept these. We hope you are doing well,” an old man introduced himself.

Judging by how others treated him, he was probably the acting village elder.

“Yes, I am the appointed lord. I hope we can work together to improve this land,” Logan replied, extending his hand.

“I forgot you southerners do this. My name is Liam, a bailiff of sorts—or at least that’s what they called me before the previous lord died,” the elder said with a smile, offering an awkward handshake.

“Well, I don’t know much about leading a village, but I do believe what I have planned will help improve the lives of the residents here,” Logan stated, trying to assess the others who had come.

“I am Tobin, the head hunter of the village. I thank you for helping Finn with such a fine fur coat. Even in my years of slaying beasts, I find it difficult to procure such goods,” a burly man introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you, great hero Logan. I am Nolan, a merchant. To be frank with you, my father sent me here to get close to you. I hope we can make good business. Ask, and I will bring you even the freshest Oapan from the southern seas,” the merchant Nolan said, extending his hand.

He was the only one in the group who didn’t seem to fit in, his clean and proper clothing instantly gave this away.

Nolan was likely the first thin merchant Logan had encountered in this world. At twenty-four years old, he looked like the young son of a wealthy tycoon. With short, neat blond hair and strikingly handsome features, Nolan had the refined appearance of someone from a prestigious background.