The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 55
David's words awakened the people in the dream, especially the poor high elf prisoners of war.

For a moment, it seemed as if a shining golden mountain had piled up in front of their eyes.

It's just that some of them knew for the first time that the recovery potion they usually used as combat supplies was actually extracted from dragon dung, and their complexions immediately turned pale.

However, because his slave owner is a dragon, he could only bear it one by one, making cooing sounds in his stomach.

"Then what kind of anger potion is similar?"

"Yes, most of the anger potions circulating in the market now, most of the raw materials are obtained from the red embers stolen in the territory of the red disaster nine years ago. And because of the bloody massacre of the red disaster and the elves With the follow-up sea ban policy, these two medicines are barely enough except for the military, and the prices on the market can only be said to be quite impressive."

Zall's answer caused David, who had already been mentally prepared, to still have his brain shut down.

It's really a fucking pile of dung, feeding the entire mainland.
Seeing that David seemed to be moved, Zall was a little worried that he would slap his head again and come up with an idea that would make her risk her life, so he quickly added:

"But if you want to make these two urgently needed medicines, nothing else is a problem. I even have the most basic anger mixture formula in my hand, but there is a key problem that cannot be bypassed and is very troublesome."

David narrowed his eyes slightly, signaling for her to speak quickly.

Zall hastened to speed up again:
"That's why we can't complete the potion production in the camp or even in the Old Continent."

Before David could ask, this time she quickly explained the reason:
"These two, or most of the potions that directly act on magic power and energy, are inseparable from a plant pollen called centenary incense as a raw material.

"At least in the formula that Yevgeny and I have, Centennial Fragrance cannot be substituted.

"However, this kind of flower can only bloom in the warmer New World with abundant rainy seasons. And like its name, Centenary Fragrance, it can only bloom after nearly a hundred years of breeding, and once the roots are dug out, it will quickly wither.

"The most important thing is that its flowering period is very short, only half a month, and within three hours of its pollen being collected, the most important medium in it will slowly contact with the magic power in the air. Combined, thus gradually losing its most valuable place.

"So whether we drow or high elves are making these potions, they build potion workshops directly near the century-old fragrant flower fields, and then collect pollen nearby to make potions immediately.

"Moreover, most of these pharmacy workshops are directly controlled by the military, and only a small part are controlled by elf nobles, but these are basically the leading nobles and lords in the New World. It is basically difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with. Such a lucrative industry."

After Zall finished speaking with a suffocated breath like a tongue twister, he felt that his mind was about to suffocate. Seeing the master pondering for a moment, he continued to ask:
"Who will make these two potions?"

Drow: "The mage under me will make the most basic anger potion, and Evgeny will master the formula and production method of the latter."

"That's it?"

David looked in disbelief at the drow mage who was mentioned by Hiat, and immediately raised his head and chest, wishing to put his nostrils on his paws.

He can understand the latter, but he really feels a little magical about the former.

"Yes, although her level can only be regarded as an amateur, but with Yevgeny, a serious pharmacist, I believe she can master it soon."

Mage Drow mistakenly thought that the boss praised her for being smart, and as a pharmacy apprentice, she would soon transform into a regular pharmacist by the side of the high elves, so she recommended herself with some excitement:

"That's right, I'm a fast learner, and the other master, my name is"

"Very well, do you have a way to get in touch with a certain elf territory planted with centennial incense?" David asked.

"I don't have one, but you do, master." Drow made a rather flattering charade.

But David, who is a red dragon, doesn't eat this set at all:
". If you fart, let it go."

"...I mean one of the high elves you captured before."

"Oh? Which?" David asked.

The high elf Yevgeny, who was standing by, was obviously struggling.

But that didn't stop drow from trying to push an elf into the fire pit:

"The elven commander, who was born in a famous family, is a blood relative of the lord of the Silver Wheel in Devenser, and his name is:

"Ahmed."

"Where is the person, bring him up." David ordered.

A few minutes later, Ahmed, whose head was wrapped around his head like a San, was brought up.

David was shocked by the other party's honor on the spot, and asked Hiat:

"Are you sure it's not your drow? It's a high elf? Or a fucking nobleman?"

"He had offended you, Master, before he surrendered, so this is his due punishment." Drow could only remind him cautiously.

Only then did David vaguely recall that it was because the other party told the truth that it was impossible for the family to offer him a penny in that situation, and in the end he accidentally sprayed a dragon's breath from his nostrils under [furious anger] burnt bald
"Can it be fixed?"

With such an honor as black as a briquette, the other party's family can't be suspicious until they really see the undead.

"You must use the 7th-level spell [Regeneration]. I know that a priest in a certain church in the New World can cast it, but he is very greedy. You may need a magic energy crystal worth at least a thousand gold coins."

This means that Zall's gross profit from this transaction may have to be cut by more than half.

After all, it's a dead egg, so it's not bad if it can be sold for hundreds of gold.

Unlike live dragon eggs, one is at least between [-] and [-].

And a real dragon like David can turn Zall into a rich man in one fell swoop.

But the act of trafficking compatriots is a bottom line and a red line, even if one day he really loses his mind and goes crazy, he will knock himself out in advance.

David felt a little stomach ache when he heard it, but for more gold coins, he had to wag his tail:

"Problems that can be solved with gold coins are not problems.

"By the way, after the matter is resolved, remember to ask this guy to double ask for it back, give him the whole body, and charge some agency fees is not too much."

As he spoke, he looked at the high elf Ahmed, who was already excited and began to sway, but pretended to be a sage:

"Then here comes the question, Mr. Ahmed, would you like to take us to your family's alchemy workshop and borrow some century-old incense for some artistic creation?"

Ahmed immediately took a deep breath, raised his head and said:

"Hmph, if you want Ahmed to join forces with you evil dragons, then you probably picked the wrong elves!"

David smacked his mouth, and he was not angry after knocking the sober potion, he just felt so boring, and raised his paw:
"Drag it down and feed the white dragon."

Murphy, who was huddled in the corner, hadn't had time to be happy with the extra meal given by the master. The high elf, who was ready to follow the sages at any time, knelt down immediately, and said with a smile like a black daisy:
"You see the elves are really accurate~
"As long as you allow me to return to the family,
"Let me, Ahmed, do anything,
"My venerable master!"

David didn't even bother to look at the soft bones, he looked at Drow and asked:

"How long is the flowering period of Centennial Fragrance?"

"A month and a half."

"Well, let's get ready, let's catch two more dragons and come back."

"." Everyone present was silent.

Sure enough, the idea of ​​a red dragon master.

That's really the same for a while, will it not be the same.
But who made him strong is their master.

I am tired.

(End of this chapter)