698 Talkative

A heap of dried meat strips with aged wine, that's all.

Gatsby dragged Raymond out of the castle, who was fused with the stump of the star demon, because he still had a lot of questions to continue, and Raymond also had a lot of confusion that needed to be cleared up.

But after Star Flame Dog Andrew prepared these meals, facing little Sally's salivating expression, Lei Meng really couldn't bear it.

Raymond picked up a piece of air-dried meat, and unceremoniously taunted Gatsby. "Little Sally is your only granddaughter, do you have the heart to fill her stomach with such crude food?"

The old man blushed, and Gatsby who didn't say a word was acquiesced.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Raymond, who was not polite, ordered the porcelain girl Anita to go to the castle’s kitchen to have a look. If she could find fresh ingredients, she would prepare something edible for everyone, especially those who were locked up. Little Sally, who is half a month old, really needs to enjoy the joy of delicious food now.

The cheering little Sally dragged the porcelain girl Anita and ran away, but Gatsby kept Andrew the Starfire Dog and asked him to sit aside and listen together.

The conversation that hadn't been enjoyable before continued, and the destruction of the blood altar made Gatsby very sad. In his cognition, the ancient wizard was a master who created a shortcut to wizard growth, and the records in that notebook were the ones that made it possible. The key to blood fusion.

But Raymond, who has personally experienced this kind of fusion, thinks that this method is not worth advocating. Although he is currently an absolute beneficiary, this method of depriving racial talents should never spread, otherwise the wizard The growth of human beings is too bloody, and weak creatures will face extinction.

"The stump of the star demon allowed me to fuse the bloodline imprint, but this powerful existence only made it possible to strip its talent after it fell, but if you perfect and spread this bloodline fusion method, then High-level wizards who want to seize the talents of other races. But they will use living creatures to conduct experiments, and even use ** for fusion!"

What Raymond said made Gatsby fall into deep thought, but after a while he murmured. "But since there is a possibility of depriving racial talent, why should it be ignored, or even give up research because of its possible bloody behavior?"

"No matter what kind of plane it is, or what kind of age it is, the journey of a wizard cannot be accomplished overnight." Facing the scholar-type disaster lord in front of him, Raymond felt a little headache and thought for a moment before asking. road. "The reproduction of species follows natural laws. Although you have already surpassed the level of Dawn Wizards, can you guarantee that the Nightmare Beasts will not be watched?"

"Who dares! Who dares to spy on this old man!"

Hearing the sound, Gatsby growled furiously, but soon he reacted, and fear flashed in his eyes.

"You may not be watched, but what about the little Sally next to you. Or your fellow clan?" Raymond who brought the topic over had a very serious expression. "Could it be that the Nightmare Beast can reach your strength after its birth?"

"My family is born to be a powerful natural disaster lord. Little Sally has been a second-level wizard since she was born!"

Gatsby raised his head quite proudly. But it only got Raymond's white eyes, and he himself quickly understood what Raymond meant, and his expression became a little embarrassed.

Knowing that Gatsby had awakened, Raymond began to give serious advice after careful consideration of his words. "Let's not talk about the risks faced by this kind of fusion. I believe that the natural disaster lord who is stronger than you will find out about the method of talent deprivation. The first thing he will do is to arrest you for questioning, even It is possible to kill you directly!"

Seeing Gatsby's expression seemed to be disbelieving, but Raymond, who was talking eloquently, didn't give him time to think deeply, and his tone was aggravated. "As for your granddaughter, Little Sally, and your family members, it is estimated that they will also receive extra attention. Don't genocide tragedies happen so rarely?"

Raymond's questioning tone made Gatsby's face unhappy, but Raymond, who was looking at him, did not budge, while Andrew, the star dog sitting beside him, hesitated and opened his mouth. "My lord, do you still remember the incident where the Fire Scorpions were completely wiped out three hundred years ago?"

Gatsby frowned at the sound, as if recalling. "Fire scorpions... That time there was a bit of trouble, but in the end I remembered that I sent you to participate in the investigation. Could it be that there is a deeper reason for it?"

"One Dawn Wizard, six Dawn Wizards, and hundreds of low-level descendants who can't change form." There was horror in the simple and honest expression, and Star Flame Dog Andrew lowered his voice. "It is said that just because the Fire Scorpions acquired some kind of original spirit that can strengthen the body, the entire Fire Scorpions group was wiped out before the news spread, and after this incident, some families around the Fire Nightmare King's territory They all moved away…”

"What! Why didn't you tell me this until now!"

He was furious, but Andrew, who opened his mouth to speak, closed his mouth, while Gatsby stared at him for a moment, then his face changed drastically and he fell silent.

Although I don't know what happened to the Fire Scorpion family three hundred years ago, the changes in the Nightmare Fire King's territory mentioned by Andrew the Star Flame Dog obviously have something to say.

Therefore, Lei Meng faced the silent star-flame dog Andrew, but found that it was necessary to re-examine this seemingly simple-minded star-flame dog Andrew.

"But...but this kind of research has been going on for many years, not only did it consume a lot of resources, but it also took a lot of time. Should we just give up like this?"

Gatsby, who was talking to himself, struggled a bit, and the aura emanating from him became unstable as time went by.

Seeing the star-flame dog Andrew's eyes full of complaints, he knew that for this kind of scholar-type natural disaster lord who devoted himself to research, asking him to give up years of hard work with a few words would be no different from killing him. So Raymond hurriedly spoke. "Master Gatsby, your research is of great benefit to the growth of low-level wizards, but can you slightly adjust the way of depriving talents?"

Gatsby, whose thoughts were still immersed in the dilemma, raised his head upon hearing the sound, and his eyes were bloodshot in just a moment.

"Talent deprivation is a very attractive research topic, but if the materials used are only the wreckage or corpses left over from ancient times, then I believe that the probability of some weak races being peeped at will be greatly reduced," although I know this This method is not without loopholes, but Raymond can only try to guide Gatsby's research direction. "If you cut off the possibility of depriving the talents of ** creatures, then all you need to consider is the probability of the research results being peeped!"

"This is a way, but the use of the wreckage is still in the state of groping, how to distinguish the selection of materials has not yet entered the agenda..."

He nodded as if realizing something, but Gatsby's gaze at Raymond became a little weird as he spoke.

Gatsby was still dazed at first, but Gatsby, who had only spoken half of what he had said, soon became fierce. Raymond, who had a flash of inspiration in his mind, knew that his previous words had led to such a situation, so he had to sigh bitterly and leave immediately. clear. "Master Gatsby, I came from the world of fairies to collect the essence of the people of ashes. I am amazed at your research, but I have no intention of peeking at you!"

Raymond's explanation made Gatsby look pale, but the hesitation in his eyes made Raymond a little scared.

Fortunately, at this juncture, little Sally rushed over with the steaming food in her hands, yelling excitedly. "Grandpa! Grandpa! This is what you can eat!"

While talking, little Sally put the plates in her hand on the table, and the porcelain girl Anita who was following behind little Sally also put down the plates in her hand with a sweet smile. Depressedly, he opened his mouth to Raymond. "My lord, there are no fresh ingredients in the kitchen. I can't guarantee that these things are delicious!"

The delicious smell was spreading and spreading. Gatsby, who was watching little Sally, softened his expression. After glaring at Raymond meaningfully, he asked little Sally lightly. "Since it's delicious, how about letting them all stay with you?" (To be continued...)