This time, Elvius did not seek death by running out again.
Instead, just like when Angus had thrown his head in earlier, he stood within the safe boundary and directly threw the massive slab of tree bark out of the Dry Forest.
Dust and dirt flew up in a cloud where the bark landed.
The bark of the Pinkkin tree was very thick, feeling rough to the touch like crocodile skin, and it was also very heavy, containing a lot of sap inside.
Elvius had only peeled the bark from two trees when Jasmine called for him to stop.
The supply of linen cloth in the castle was not abundant, and the dyeing capacity of the slaves was limited.
Furthermore, she still needed to test the color effectiveness and colorfastness first; the bark of two trees was enough.
There was no need to peel so much, which would waste resources and the effort of transportation.
Successfully obtaining the plant-based dye she needed without spending a single coin, Jasmine was very happy.
