A bunch of air-dried meat strips plus aged wine, that's all.
Raymond, who had merged the remaining limbs of the Star Demon, was pulled out of the castle by Gatsby because he still had many questions to continue, and Raymond also had many confusions to explain.
But after the food that the star flame dog Andrew had prepared, Raymond couldn't bear it anymore in the face of Little Sally's mouth-watering expression.
Raymond, who had pinched a dry meat, unceremoniously ridiculed Gatsby. "Little Sally is your only granddaughter, so why don't you bear to fill her stomach with such rough food?"
The old face turned red and Gatsby, who didn't say anything, made a promise.
He shook his head with a wry smile. Raymond, who was not polite, ordered the porcelain girl Anita to go to the kitchen of the castle to take a look. If you could find fresh ingredients, then prepare something for everyone to eat, especially if you were locked up.
Little Sally, who has been half a month old, really needs to enjoy the joy of delicious food now.
The cheering little Sally pulled the porcelain girl Anita and ran away, but the star flame dog Andrew was kept by Gatsby and asked him to sit aside and listen together.
The conversation that had not been enjoyed before was continued, and Gatsby was very distressed by the destruction of the blood altar. In his knowledge, the ancient wizard was a master who created the shortcuts for the growth of wizards, and the records in that note were facilitated.
The key to blood fusion.
But Raymond, who has experienced this fusion personally, believes that this method is not worthy of promotion. Although he is currently an absolute beneficiary, this method of stripping racial talent should never be spread, otherwise the wizard will
The growth is too bloody, and weak creatures will face the situation of extinction.
"The star demon's residual limbs made me fuse the blood mark, but this powerful existence was only possible after it fell, but if you perfected and spread this blood fusion method, then
High-level wizards who want to seize the talents of other races will use live creatures to experiment, or even use ** to fusion!"
Raymond's statement made Gatsby think, but after a moment he muttered. "But since there is a possibility of depriving the racial talent, why ignore it, even because it may cause bloody behavior.
And give up on research?”
"No matter what plane it is or what era it is, the wizard's journey cannot be achieved overnight," facing the scholarly-type natural disaster lord in front of him, Raymond had a headache, thought for a while before asking.
"The reproduction of species has natural laws. Although you have surpassed the Dawn Wizard class, can you ensure that the Nightmare Beast Clan is not being looked at?"
"Who dares! Who dares to peek at me!"
Gatsby, who was furious, roared, but soon he reacted, fear flashing in his eyes.
"You may not be peeped at, but what about the little Sally beside you? Or is your fellow race?" Raymond, who guided the topic, had a very serious expression. "Can the Nightmare Beast be able to reach it after it was born
What is your strength?"
"Our clan is born a powerful natural disaster lord. Little Sally has been a second-level wizard since his birth!"
Gatsby raised his head proudly. However, he only got Raymond's eyes rolling, and he quickly understood Raymond's meaning, and his expression became a little awkward.
Raymond, who knew that Gatsby had already awakened, began to give a solemn advice after considering the words. "Not to talk about the risks faced by this fusion, I believe that this method of deprivation of talent is higher than yours.
After the disaster lord learned about it, the first thing he did was to capture you and force you to question it, or even kill you directly!"
Seeing Gatsby's expression seemed to be disbelief, Raymond, who was talking in a casual manner, did not give him time to think deeply, and his tone increased. "And your granddaughter Sally, and your fellow tribe will probably receive additional attention.
, Are there few tragedies of genocide?”
Raymond's tone of questioning made Gatsby's face unpleasant, but Raymond, who looked at him, did not give in at all, and Andrew, the star-fire dog sitting beside him, hesitated and spoke. "Sir, do you still remember
Don’t remember the incident where the Fire Scorpion was completely destroyed three hundred years ago?”
Gatsby frowned when he heard the sound, as if he was recalling it. "The Fire Scorpion... It was a bit big that time, but in the end I remembered that you were sent to participate in the investigation. Could it be that there was anything else in it?
Deeper reasons?”
"One Dawn Wizard, six Dawn Wizard, and hundreds of low-level children who have not transformed into shape." There was fear in his honest expression, and Andrew, the star flame dog, lowered his voice. "It is said that it was just because of fire.
The Scorpion Clan obtained some kind of origin that could strengthen the body, so before the news spread, the entire Fire Scorpion Clan was destroyed, and after this incident, some families around the territory of the Fire Nightmare King were moved away.
…”
"What! Why did you tell me about this until now!"
He was furious, and when he saw this star-fire dog Andrew, who was opening his mouth to speak, closed his mouth, and Gatsby stared at him for a moment, his face suddenly became silent.
Although I don’t know the events encountered by the Fire Scorpion clan three hundred years ago, the changes in the territory of the Nightmare Fire King mentioned by Andrew, the star flame dog, were obviously pointing to it.
Therefore, when Raymond faced Andrew, the star flame dog who kept silent, found that it was necessary to re-examine the seemingly honest star flame dog Andrew.
"But...but I have been doing this kind of research for many years. Not only did I consume a lot of resources, but I also delayed a lot of time. Could it be that I just give up?"
Gatsby, who was talking to himself, struggled a little, and the aura emitted from him became unstable as time passed.
Seeing that the star-fire dog Andrew's eyes were complaining, he knew that for this scholar-type disaster lord who was devoted to research, he would give up his years of hard work after a few words, which was not much different from killing him.
So Raymond spoke quickly. "Mr. Gatsby, your research is of great benefit to the growth of low-level wizards, but can we make some adjustments to the way talent deprivation?"
Gatsby, who was still immersed in a dilemma, raised his head when he heard the sound, and in a short moment his eyes were filled with blood.
"Talent deprivation is an attractive research topic, but if the materials used are only those remains or corpses left over from ancient times, I believe that the probability of some weak races being looked at will be greatly reduced," he said.
There are not loopholes in this method, but Raymond can only try to guide Gatsby's research direction. "If you cut off the possibility of talent extraction from ** creatures, then all you need to consider is the research results that are being looked at.
It's a probability!"
"This is a way, but I am still in a state of exploring the use of wreckage. How to distinguish the material selection has not yet been put into the agenda..."
He nodded as if he had some insight, but as he spoke, Gatsby's gaze at Raymond became a little weird.
At first, Gatsby, who was only half of his words, quickly became fierce. Raymond, who had a sudden enlightenment in his mind, knew that his previous words had caused such a situation, and had to sigh and immediately turn it off.
Qing. "Mr. Gatsby, I came from the fairy world to collect the essence of the people of Ashes. I am amazed at your research, but I have no idea of snooping!"
Raymond's explanation made Gatsby's expression slightly, but the hesitation in his eyes made Raymond feel a little scared.
Fortunately, at this moment, Sally jumped over with steaming food and shouted excitedly, "Grandpa! Grandpa! This is what you can eat!"
As he spoke, little Sally placed the plate in his hand on the table, and Anita, the porcelain girl who followed little Sally, also put down the plates in her hand with a clever smile.
He spoke at Raymond depressedly. "Sir, there are no fresh ingredients in the kitchen. I can't guarantee that these things are delicious!"
The fresh smell was spreading and spreading. Gatsby's expression, who was watching Little Sally, softened. After glaring at Raymond meaningfully, he asked Little Sally faintly. "Since it's OK,"
If you eat, then how about letting them all stay with you?" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!