Progress on refining my connection to my forest is slowing down, which is what I expected. It will be about a day or two before it slows down to the point of being pointless to continue. There is only so much mana I can get through this method, and I’m already getting most of it. Maybe once my forest is much bigger I will return to this task and get more out of it.

Someone finally managed to get through the magic barrier. It took several of the scholars working together about an hour to get through. Another hour after that and the barrier was taken down entirely. Something interesting to note is that the corpses of the people that kidnapped me are all gone, and the scholars dodged the subject when I brought it up. They seemed more than a little scared of me, good, they should be.

Later a couple of them came to me and said that they would be more cooperative. They claimed that after looking over the information they are getting from studying my rather unique situation that it was worth more than enough to offer their technical support. They said that they were incapable of getting into any fights on my behalf. I pointed out that their vows don’t prevent them from defending their home, and that since they are living here the forest is their home. They didn’t respond to that. I left after telling them that I look forward to future cooperation.

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Other than that I spent most of my downtime listening to my dad tell stories. It started when I asked him if he’s ever been kidnapped. The answer is yes, a lot, by all kinds of people. Apparently, he is good at getting people to want to not kill him, which I completely believe, so instead of getting executed when he got captured he got imprisoned. From there he usually escapes, occasionally he gets broken out by his companions or someone that wants him to do something for them, to which my dad usually obliged. Though one memorable time he was sold as a slave to a young noble lady, he refused to say exactly what it is he had to do as her slave, but I have a pretty good idea.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.