How to become a mermaid

Chapter 86 My Uncle Ole
"Dragonborn!" Hearing that Plank said that Shamrel became a dragonborn, Pochi shouted in surprise.

He leaned in front of Shamanleir and looked at his son up and down, as if he couldn't believe it.

"So... are you the child of me, Alicia, and Ole now?" Pochi asked suspiciously.

Pochi's bold statement made the corner of Shamanlell's mouth twitch.

Before he could say anything, Pochi suddenly cheered and said, "That's great! We and Aurrey are now a family!"

"What are you going to call Ole in the future... I remember that he was a few years younger than me, and he was only a little less than two hundred and five years old."

After thinking about it for a while, Pochi's eyes lit up and he got the answer, and said happily: "You will call him Uncle Ole from now on!"

So... has Ole evolved from next-door neighbor to Uncle Ole?
"..." Shamanlael didn't want to answer Pochi.

Dragonborn or not is not a big problem, and Ole and their family are so familiar, Shamanlell does not reject calling himself Uncle Ole, no, it almost got Pochi off the mark, but he does not object to owning Ole. Part of Lei's blood.

The problem is that Samantel wants to know if he will mutate, or grow some tentacles on his body.

Ole is so long because it was born like this, which cannot be changed, but it would be too strange for a mermaid to have these things.

"Mr. Plank, will there be any other physical characteristics of Ole on my body?" Shamanlell asked.

"Then...you have to...look...look...that...dragon...in the end...what...what...like...and...how...how much...how does it affect...you... …few."

"It's been... since... you... drank... dragon... blood... how long...?" Plank asked.

Hearing this question, Shamanlael recalled that he seemed to like to chat with Ao Lei since time travel, and then quickly exchanged his blood from Ao Lei by telling stories.

"About three years!" Samantel replied.

"Drink...how much...how much?" Plank asked again.

"A lot! All of them add up to at least half my size!" Shamanlael replied honestly.

He would take a bottle every time, and it seemed that he had really cost Ao Lei a lot of blood over time.

Hearing that Shamanleir had drunk so much dragon blood, Plank was also a little surprised, and said:

"Look...come...this...dragon...has...relationship...very...good relationship with...you...!"

"Yes, Ole is a good dragon! It's also a good sea anemone!" Pochi couldn't help interjecting at this moment.

"Sea...anemone...and...dragon are...very...rare...rare...match...matching." Although he is a human-leopard hybrid, Planck feels that this combination is even more outrageous no matter how he thinks about it, and he admires Ao Lei Papa Long's "Creativity".

"Since...so...three...years...drinking...this...so many...it happened...this...a...small...small...change...change, it seems...it... ...Blood...fluid...infected...power...not...strong."

Planck thought for a while, and then said: "And... and... dragon... blood... usually... can't... cause... distortion, even... can... make... slow... ease... distortion ... potion of ..."

"Should...should...no...no...big...problem, no...over...I...can't...completely...definitely, can...give...me...some...you...and...it... ...Blood...? If...if...say...there are... words."

Although Ole is not here, he has a tail.

After hearing Planck's request, Shamanleer nodded quickly and said, "Yes!"

"Mr. Plank, wait a moment, I'll bring Ole!" Shamanel said hurriedly, then climbed into the fish tank to look for Ole's tail.

He found the tail wrapped in sea anemones in the bottom cabin and brought it to Planck.

"Mr. Plank, this is the hybrid of the sea anemone and dragon I mentioned. Its body is not here now, it only has a tail."

"Oh~ it's...amazing...amazing!" Seeing the appearance of Ole's tail, Plank couldn't help but marvel.

He lowered his head and rummaged through his medicine box, finally finding two empty glass bottles.

These two bottles are not big, about the size of Samantel's thumb, and it is estimated that there are not many things in it.

"Please... put...your...your...blood...into...in...in...I...take...back...to...examine...check it!" Plank handed the small glass bottle to Shamanlai in front of you.

"Okay!" Samantel nodded, and took the lead in cutting a small opening on his hand with his nails, allowing his own blood to drip in.

"Da da da..." The bright red blood poured into the small glass bottle drop by drop, and soon filled the bottle.

Samantel withdrew his hand and licked the wound twice.

No matter which world you are in, saliva is the most effective bactericidal and hemostatic material on animals.

"Here...you." Although only a little blood was shed, Planck still passed a small bottle of blood algae juice to Shamanlell.

"Forget it, it's just a little bit of blood, it's okay!" Samantel refused.

"It's... nothing, I... did... a lot!" Plank shook the bottle in front of Shamanlael twice again.

In this case, Samantel no longer refused, and accepted the blood algae juice.

He opened another glass bottle and carefully put one of Ole's tentacles into the bottle.

"I'm sorry Ole, I need a little bit of your blood now, don't you mind?" Shamanlael touched his tail, as if asking for its approval.

But the tail can't speak, it doesn't even understand what happened, the tentacles have been wagging happily, stretching towards the direction of Ao Lei's body.

Shamanel expected that Aurei would not refuse here, and after asking a question, he began to press Aole's tentacles from top to bottom.

The technique is skillful and smooth, and one can tell at a glance that he has done this many times.

With his movements, the small holes on the tips of the tentacles were opened, and a stream of milky white liquid slowly flowed out.

"Dididi..." The milky white liquid merged into a line, and was squeezed into the glass bottle by Shaman Lair like milking a cow.

Seeing that the bottle was gradually being filled, Samantel relaxed his strength and pulled out Ole's tentacles.

Except that the squeezed tentacle was a little sluggish, the tail was still ignorant of all this, and was still wriggling lively.

After capping the glass bottles, Samantel solemnly handed them over to Planck and said, "Then please Mr. Planck!"

"No...question...problem! I...go...go...get...Man...de...la...herb...medicine...test...test...a...undertake!" Plank carefully put the things into the medicine box, ready to finish This consultation.

The [Mandrake] he mentioned has also been seen by Samantel, which is a magical potion material.

Its leaves are capable of testing for kinship.

Mix the two kinds of blood, and then insert a mandrake leaf into it. After a few minutes, if the grass leaf turns red, it means that it is a relative. The redder the blood, the closer the relationship. If there is no change, it is not a relative. Orstar's unique paternity testing method.

Of course, there may be errors in this direct measurement, and it is generally formulated as a potion, which has a more accurate effect and has more uses.

"Thank you, Mr. Planck!" Samantel waved him farewell to Planck.

After nodding to the two merfolk, Plank walked out of the room with his medicine chest.

(End of this chapter)