Bass's painting was done from morning to night. When he put down the pen with shaking arms, his whole body seemed to be fished out of the water.

But it's not sweat, it's Doremi's saliva.

Bass squatted down, twisted his trousers, and a large pool of saliva fell to the ground.

Just like rain.

He sighed, and after pinching his pants twice more, he rolled up the wet trouser legs and stuck them on his knees.

The eulogist's appearance was quite good at first, but he suddenly became sloppy.

But even after spraying so much, Doremi still looked very dissatisfied. The whole pet looked angry. It seemed that she was still worried about her experience of having her head pressed down while watching Bass paint, and she never gave any explanation.

The answer is "like".

Saying "do" is very smooth, but nodding is very laborious.

He is simply more difficult to serve than a human being.

Bass wished he could travel through time and space and give himself a slap in the face for thinking that his demon pet was easy to fool.

I don’t know what kind of addiction I have to have this outrageous illusion.

But even if Doremi is not satisfied, Bass, who has been painting all day, really has no energy to continue.

He is just an ordinary little preacher. His physical fitness may be quite good compared to ordinary people, but when placed in the ranks of professionals, it is not worth mentioning.

I can't handle the energetic Doremi.

It still squirted, but he really didn't have a drop left.

"That's it for today. I'll come back to you tomorrow."

Bass put the paintbrush back into his belt and silently prepared himself for a long-term war of resistance.

He waved to Doremi, turned around and walked towards the door. Almost a line of water droplets dripped from his hair and trousers. Bass raised his clothes, buttoned them on his head and wiped them twice, but he hadn't dried them yet.

, and was called back by Dean.

"Let's change some clothes and leave."

Glancing at Buzz's still naked upper body and the still-formed portrait, Dean threw away the clothes in his hands, watched him change, and went through his plans and inferences about dragon attributes.

I told Bass everything.

Bass was surprised when he first heard about this unexpected plan, but after hearing Dean's analysis, the surprise on his face gradually turned into emotion.

Obviously, the drawing of Dean, who allows him to have a deep bond with a real dragon, is quite attractive.

Success touches the heart of the gambler.

However, no matter how delicious the cake is, it still depends on whether it can be eaten.

Bass hesitated for a moment, but still didn't agree directly. After he replied to Dean that he would think about it carefully, he left with a heavy heart.

Watching the figure of the eulogist disappear at the door, Dean knocked Doremi on the head. Under its puzzled gaze, he shook his head and turned back to the house.

When he walked in, the new employee Wilmer was already cooking dinner.

With the stirring of the spoon, the aroma of vegetable soup emanated from the kitchen. Dean looked at a circle of hanging and standing monkey pets, all holding small bowls in their hands. He couldn't help but sigh at the attraction of a good chef.

force.

Obviously, these little demon pets were not so enthusiastic about eating before.

It's good now, since Wilmer came, we haven't seen them missing three meals a day.

After passing through the group of demon pets, Dean came to the prepared food, scanned it left and right, and quickly found the bucket he wanted according to the label.

He held the handle and used teleportation.

The next second, Dean's figure appeared in the living area of ​​the Candlestick Spirits. He looked at the demon pets with their bodies emitting a white shimmer in the dark night. His eyes lit up and he poured the food into the food bowl.

After that, I couldn’t wait to open the system.

Candlestick Spirit's data appeared on the panel. Dean scanned it up and down and raised his eyebrows happily.

Several key data have met the standards, which means that the first batch of candlestick spirits that have completed evolution have met the basic conditions for evolving into lamp candle spirits.

No wonder they emit such a light that attracts their companions.

If they didn't need some external assistance, these candlestick spirits could follow the light and get close to each other, and they would probably be able to spontaneously complete their evolution and give birth to a C-level magic pet, the candlelight candle spirit.

Turning off the system, Dean showed a relieved expression.

The time for this evolution has come at just the right time.

It’s neither early nor late, it’s so coincidental that people can’t bear to waste it.

He changed his plan and decided to take these familiar pets that met the requirements and head to Area 1 to perform collective evolution.

Use a transformation of life as a celebration ceremony to welcome the arrival of the New Year.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

No matter from the perspective of meaning or effect, it is the most appropriate.

Looking at the candlestick spirit floating in the air with candlelight burning, Dean's eyes reflected the candle flame that swayed slightly as the night wind blew, as if there was a bunch of flames burning at the bottom of his eyes, emitting an unsettling glow.

The heat that dares to look directly.

This look looks familiar. If Lucy and Ronan were here, they would immediately guess that their teacher is going to cause trouble again.

Every time he shows this expression, something big happens next.

Moreover, the scope of the incident is gradually expanding.

So much so that the apprentices who have experienced previous major events have almost formed a psychological shadow on this.

Dean, who didn't realize that he was putting on a prophetic face, was still immersed in his own thoughts.

He knew very well that this anniversary ceremony was a great opportunity for him and the breeder to show off their skills, so from the beginning, Dean had no intention of treating it perfunctorily.

But he really didn't have a good plan before as to what exactly he should perform.

It wasn't until the signal that the Candlestick Spirit could complete its evolution appeared that Dean felt blessed and thought of the theme of this performance.

evolution.

Anyone with a brain can see the importance and significance of this concept. Its birth will represent a further increase in the upper limit of demon pets and a deeper development of the foundation of selective breeding.

Showing it at a performance equivalent to a year-end summary can completely silence everyone.

Whether it is used as a show off or a shock, there is no more impactful choice than it.
Chapter completed!