After finalizing the channel to obtain the breeding beast, Dean went to the Southern Cross Legion's station early the next morning to get things settled.

Among the bounty offers for purchasing Warcraft, the bounty he posted was like a small drop of water flowing into the ocean, causing no waves at all.

After finding the bounties posted by several other breeding houses, Dean specifically noted down the purchase price, especially the Bloodstorm Breeding House mentioned by Ryan, and paid special attention to it.

The shining golden numbers made him unable to bear to count the numbers on the reward order.

Swallowing back his jealousy and sourness, Dean left his address, made an appointment with the receptionist on some precautions, and returned to the breeding room.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw an unexpected person.

"Hey, you are still a busy person, right?"

Old Haite was blowing his soft white beard and had a habitual yin and yang air.

"You are fast enough!"

After saying hello to him, Dean looked at the medicine cart being dragged behind him by the old elf alone, and said something tongue-tied.

Of course, the elderly's health is also good enough.

Such a large cart of medicinal materials was pulled over with one hand, just like walking a dog, with no effort at all.

Dean secretly glanced at the bulging muscles on Old Hatter's arms and thought that a conservative estimate would be enough to hit him two hundred times.

"Why do you think that the old man is getting old and his body is weak?"

However, his self-concealed gaze obviously could not escape the perception of high-level professionals. Old Haite gave him an annoyed look and couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and make a toned posture.

"Don't you want to see it? Let me show it to you, old man! It seems like it will grow if you look at it twice more. You little weakling, why not spend more time to exercise."

After being exposed, Dean looked away slightly embarrassed, but the shocking scene of the old elf showing off his figure always remained in his mind. In an instant, the shock of his growing strength turned into a slight nausea.

Dean quickly used the green plants around him to divert his attention. It took him a few breaths to finally calm his surging stomach.

"Where do you put the medicinal materials?"

However, Old Haite, who was dragging the medicine truck, apparently didn't notice Dean's strangeness. He casually looked at the surrounding environment and asked.

Knowing that he was considering his small body, Dean was not polite to the old elf. He directly raised his hand and pointed to the living area where the beasts were active.

"Please help me drag it to the backyard."

"You're welcome, you brat."

Old Haite muttered, but his legs consciously moved in the direction he pointed.

After the car entered the backyard, there were more places to store medicinal materials. Old Haite let go of the rope and was about to say hello and leave, but half of what he said suddenly stopped.

"Then I'll leave it here for you..."

"This, this, this!!"

He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Ahua, whose buttocks were facing people.

"You actually have such qualifications for a magical beast?!"

After a thunderous roar, Dean only felt a shadow passing in front of him, and Old Hatter was no longer where he was.

He raised his head in astonishment and searched around before discovering that this old elf whose skills were seriously inconsistent with his age had, at some point, clung to the outside of Ahua's cage like a koala, with its cloudy old eyes.

Like two light bulbs, they are looking at their own A-hua with a look like looking at a lover.

If you listen carefully, you can hear words such as "excellent" and "wonderful" from his mouth.

Seeing Old Haite's crazy look, Dean suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He stepped forward decisively, grabbed Old Haite's waist, and began to pull the elf down.

"Thank you for your help. I have something to do now. After a while, when the breeding house is quiet, I will go to the store to thank you."

Old Haite thought he was a deaf spirit and couldn't understand Dean's eviction order at all. He stared with two big eyes and focused all his attention on Ah Hua. His obsessed look made him want to see it from the butt of a bear.

Bring out a flower.

Dean said with a black face: "Don't look, there is nothing but anus!"

Old Hatter turned a deaf ear.

"It's called Ahua, right? It's such a nice name. As soon as you hear it, you can tell it's a bear as beautiful as a flower..."

Dean was speechless, "I came up with that name."

Besides, if you haven’t even seen the bear’s face, how do you know it looks like a flower?

By looking at your butt?!

As expected of the elves, they are really good at identifying beasts by looking at their farts.

Having completely given up on trying to pull Old Hatter off the cage, Dean let go and tried to reason.

"Ahua is my monster, just take a look at it, but don't scare it."

Old Haite kicked his legs towards him.

"No, I'm the best at watching Warcraft. You look like a bold and smart one, so you won't be scared!"

Dean originally just found a reason to deal with him, but he didn't expect the old elf to give such a reply. He leaned over slightly surprised, stared at the old elf and looked at him.
Chapter completed!