Under the watchful eyes of Liti and Anastasia, Fia raised her hand once again.
“Food Creation.”
If the light produced when chanting magic to create food was only as bright as a lightbulb before, now it was more like a blinding searchlight.
There was nothing in Fia’s hand.
Instead, a massive pile suddenly appeared in front of the carriage, at least ten meters high, like a small mountain… a mountain of salted fish.
Each salted fish was about twenty to thirty centimeters long, with a golden yellow color that showed it was well-cured.
This time, Fia saw the process...
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