"Speaking of which, the acquisition of this card has something to do with Mr. Moro. That happened nearly three months ago..." Angel told Moro about the strange seabird he encountered that day.
Come on.
"The strangely dressed seabird left after drinking the tea made from the morning dew after the rain. Before leaving, he left this gold card to me."
After Angel finished speaking, Moro's expression was a little strange, mixed with regret and envy. You know, when he left Pat Manor, Angel gave him most of the morning dew after the rain.
Although Morning Dew is just a low-level magic plant, its unique effect is comparable to the White Orchid Potion. For the vast majority of wizard apprentices, the White Orchid Potion is a medicine that can only be looked at with helplessness and cannot be afforded.<
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Moro originally planned to make a lot of money from the morning dew after the rain after returning to Fan Continent, and see if he could seize the opportunity to get the guidance of an official wizard. Therefore, he did not take out the morning dew after the rain at all along the way.
However, even Florent didn't know that he had this magical tea.
I didn’t expect that he hid it so tightly just to get a chance; but I didn’t expect that Angel drank it openly and got a chance!
Moro hates it!
If I had known it earlier, if I had known it earlier...
Alas, Moro suddenly let out a frustrated sigh. How could I have known anything in this world earlier? It was just that I was not lucky enough and time did not wait for me.
No one noticed the change in Moro's expression, and even if they did, no one would care.
"Hahahahaha, it turns out your gold card was given by Lord Toby!" Tang Weasel said.
"Master Toby? Is it that strangely dressed seabird with a backpack?" Angel asked suspiciously.
Tang Weasel did a ballet spin with an admiring look on his face: "Yes, it's Master Toby! Master Toby is the master's most beloved pet, and his status in the Barbie restaurant is equal to that of the master!"
When Angel continued to ask about Toby's situation, Tang Weitai stopped talking and said with a smile: "Hahaha, when the guests have dinner later, they will naturally see Lord Toby."
In the story Angel told just now, Tang Weasel's focus was on 'Toby', but the focus of other extraordinary beings was on the morning dew after the rain.
However, Angel was with Tang Itachi, and they were not as familiar with Angel as Moro was, so they could only keep it in their hearts.
As for the official wizards, after learning the origin of Angelkinka, they stopped paying attention to him. The effect of morning dew after rain has no appeal to formal wizards.
Only Heroline from the White Coral Floating Island Academy looked at Angel deeply.
Good luck is also a part of strength. If Angel can maintain this strong luck, it may not be impossible to be promoted to an official wizard.
Heroline thought to herself, if this kid's talent is not bad, she can observe it first.
By the way, what did he want to ask Moro just now? What happened next on the day of the talent test? It seems that he was interrupted by Moro.
It doesn’t matter, he’s just a lucky talent, and he may not be a mature person yet.
……
In the deep corridor, with needle-pointed branches and vines climbing up every gap in the wall, from time to time a gorgeous blood-red rose appears. Under the extreme contrast, there is an absolute sense of decadence and beauty.
At the end of the corridor, a bright red curtain blocks the view. Behind the curtain is the banquet room of Barbie Restaurant. To be precise, it is the banquet room for Bronze Card VIPs.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, the devil's vine seeds here are mature and can be planted in the brains of black-skinned goblins. In just three months, you can harvest the most delicious brain flowers." So plump that it's so fat, so fat.
The purple-haired woman with a six-tiered chin raised a fragrant but purple-black cocktail glass filled with white viscous substance in front of Sanders, "Old friend, do you want a drink? Oh ho ho ho ho.
, drinking this cup of Heijingnaohua can improve your mental concentration and you will not feel tired for ten days and ten nights."
Sanders took off the black tall felt hat from his head, revealing short gray-green curly hair. Putting the hat on the table, Sanders took the cocktail glass from Grea's hand and regarded Flora as a dark dish without a care in the world.
Drink all the brain flowers in one gulp.
"It tastes good." Sanders put down the cup, crossed his fingers, shrugged, and answered noncommittally.
"Hey, I forgot to tell you that Heijingnaohua also has a strong effect on releasing serotonin in the brain. How do you like it?" The fat purple-haired woman, Greya, said with her small eyes narrowed.
Sanders remained expressionless: "I can feel it, a large amount of pheromones are secreted."
Greya approached Sanders and took a deep breath from his neck, but she didn't smell anything.
Greya couldn't help frowning and looked at Sanders with contempt: "You're a stinky man with no emotions. He actually blocks the secretion of serotonin and wants to smell you. Are you as boring as you?"
Boring."
Greia's words aroused the strong agreement of Flora, who was floating in the air and cruising up and down with nothing to do.
Flora's compliments made Greia give her a wink. However, the wink only earned Flora a blank stare in return.
Sanders' eyes were indifferent: "Let's talk less about irrelevant things. Your invitation card is not easy to deal with."
Greya bowed her waist gracefully, holding her chin with her big white hands painted with vermilion nail polish, looking at Sanders with seductive eyes, her coquettish eye makeup became dizzy with each exaggerated wink.
Dye to create the effect of cascading waves.
However, Sanders still didn't give him a straight look, and even didn't even want to raise his eyes this time.
"Is it really a case of frigidity? Even beautiful women don't know how to seize opportunities now." Greya, who considers herself a "beautiful woman", rolled her eyes, swung her big ass, and walked to the food table next to her. The food table is filled with all kinds of magical props——
Various suspended glass utensils contain various ingredients, but they all have an unconventional appearance, with dark pieces of meat, viscous liquid with purple-red smoke, densely covered eyeballs and even the eyeballs are still moving, and they are crawling with an arched body.
There are moving molluscs, and there are even some directly colored gas vortices.
Grea gets these ingredients from various places. One of the reasons why her Barbie restaurant travels around is to get ingredients from different places. Sometimes, Grea even goes to alien planes to look for ingredients. For example, she
Most of the ingredients with a purple-black smell are obtained from the abyss plane; most gaseous ingredients are obtained from the burning plane.
Greya was wearing a light crimson tight-fitting skirt. She posed in front of the kitchen in a pose that she thought best showed off her curves. She raised her chin, which was covered with flesh, and picked up a huge diamond-encrusted spoon: "We still have to twist the parasite."
?"
Sanders nodded.
Greya sneered and curled her lips: "Boring man."
Paraprotozoa contortus is a special insect that cannot reproduce and is not produced in nature. The only way to obtain it is through Greya’s own witchcraft and cooking with various ingredients. The final cooking result is this
It tastes weird and is of no use to anyone except Sanders.
Greya released the witchcraft unique to the mysterious gastronomy system, and started to process the ingredients with exclusive kitchen utensils.
Just a little over half of the time, the curtain of the banquet room was lifted, and a greasy-looking little man with a sharp mouth and bean eyes got in.
The little man was about the same height as Flora. His limbs were extremely thin and he was carrying a load on his back. He looked like a lazy and slovenly lower-class worker.
As soon as this little man came in, Flora frowned and flew some distance closer to Sanders. There was a trace of disgust and avoidance in her eyes towards this man, which showed that the person who came here was no ordinary person.<