Under the coercion of Old Haite, Dean was "forced" to buy a lot of medicinal materials that were sold at low prices.

He left his address and deeply felt that it was amazing luck that the Elf shop could open to this day and still not close down.

Maybe it’s because the chance of Old Haite meeting a handsome guy is too low?

Thinking of the old elf's criteria for deciding whether to charge less, Dean touched his chin and thought rather narcissistically, it turns out that handsome people can really earn free money.

It would be nice if there were more businessmen like Old Haite in District 13.

"I always feel like you are thinking of something unpleasant."

Passing by Dean, Old Hatter sniffed like an animal with a keen sense of smell and sent Dean a sharp look.

"Your illusion."

Dean said without changing his expression.

"He may be settling accounts silently, while secretly mocking your terrible arithmetic ability."

Ryan, who was still teasing his teeth, answered casually.

Old Haite had no doubts at all, and gave Zhu Zhu another palm print with a dark face.

"Oh, you humans just like to play with these fancy things."

"What's the point of counting? What are you using those ten fingers for? Those ten fingers are ten in total! The meaning of their existence is to tell you that problems beyond this can be ignored!"

Dean almost laughed out loud at the unreasonable sophistry. He pressed down the corners of his mouth as hard as he could, and it took him a long time to finally stop.

"I run a selective breeding house. If you have time, you can visit me. Maybe I can provide you with some solutions to your problems."

This may be a bit insulting to the elf, but his smart dog and smart rabbit have much better arithmetic abilities than Haite.

This is Dean tested.

Although they have lost their special elemental abilities, the IQs of the Wisdom Dog and the Wisdom Rabbit are indeed very high. Accounting and literacy are not too difficult tasks for them.

Haite glared at him with the wise eyes of the old elf.

"Boy, we are elves. Do you know elves?!"

"We will not buy those guys who have lost their claws and teeth and can be tamed by everyone!"

Haite puffed up his chest proudly.

It can be seen that his identity as an elf has brought him great honor.

This little old man was deeply proud of the special abilities of his race.

As a breeder, Dean certainly knows what he's talking about.

That is one of the reasons why breeders are not favored by others, and it is also a weapon that many people use to attack this industry.

The elves have the technology to tame monsters.

Although they are currently the only race that can tame Warcraft, their efficiency is very low, and the Warcraft they can tame is not very strong, this technology does exist.

Compared to the theory of evolution through selective breeding of Warcraft, which is invisible and intangible and only exists in theory, it is of course easier to see hope for powerful Warcraft that can be seen and touched.

Therefore, under the suppression of this kind of technology, the future of development is unclear, and the breeder industry has not made any great achievements until now, so it is natural that it is even less optimistic.

Dean doesn't have any bad feelings towards the elves because of this, but his evaluation of this technology is really not very high.

In his opinion, wiping away the ferocity in the bones of a generation of monsters is equivalent to killing their potential for progress. Such domestication is very rough.

The benefits obtained are limited and far out of proportion to the energy and resources spent. It has no use other than sensationalism.

It's a pity that others speak softly, so I can only say this in my heart.

However, no matter how thankless it is to tame monsters, the status of the elves has indeed increased because of this specialness.

Many elves are just like Old Haite. When they mention this matter, they want to turn their nostrils to the sky.

In addition, in order to maintain the transcendent status of his own tribe, he never buys monsters trained by breeders, for fear that if word spreads, others will ridicule him.
Chapter completed!