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What is this! ?

Deveraud turned his head sharply, not expecting to encounter the intelligent race in the Black Lake.

Then he saw the voice of the mermaid across the cold water.

The mermaid swam slowly, her figure looming in the dark green water.

His skin was an unhealthy iron-gray color, as if it had been soaked in the lake for too long, with a strange sheen.

His hair was dark green, long and messy, like a tangled seaweed, floating weakly with the current.

Those eyes - yellow, with pupils as upright as a cat's, stared at Deveraud indifferently, revealing a bit of strange scrutiny.

His lips were slightly opened, revealing a row of incomplete, yellow-spotted teeth, like a shabby coral reef, chilling.

A necklace of pebbles strung together by a rough rope hung around his neck, swaying slightly with his movements.

Deveraud thought that the necklace looked like something he had picked up from an abandoned riverbed.

He had seen the elegant "mermaid" image in the mural in the prefect's bathroom before.

With long flowing hair and a charming singing voice, she looked like an elf in mythology.

And now, a real mermaid stood in front of him - or rather, floated in front of him, just like something out of a horror story.

This might be the experience of online love dying in the open...

But it is said that because the water temperature in Scotland is too low, the mermaids here don't look very good.

The book says that in areas with warm waters, the appearance of mermaids is more in line with human fantasy of beauty, elegant, delicate, and even said to be a legendary beautiful race.

Deveraux raised his head, trying not to stare at the weird teeth, and refocused his eyes on the other person.

Anyway, let's take a look at his panel first.

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[Name: Bran Loklanak (merman)]

[Age: 17 years old]

[Spell Library: Singing Spell (Proficient)]

[Entries: Music Race (Purple), Close to Nature (Blue), Tamer (Blue)]

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[Music Race (Purple): In the long evolutionary history of mermaids, there is only one thing that has never changed, that is, the love of music. Since then, related magic has been derived, which may make people sleep or make people irritable. As a mermaid, you have perfectly inherited this. ]

[Close to Nature (Blue): Born and raised in nature, you have rich experience and magic living at the bottom of the lake, and this also allows you to focus your attention on singing. ]

[Tamer (Blue): For creatures such as Grindylo, Horse-Headed Fish-Tailed Sea Monster, Loba Worm, etc., you have quite a lot of experience in taming. You know how to use them for production and even as weapons for self-defense. ]

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Deverot's eyes lit up. It seems that this fishman is not an adult, but these entries are still quite interesting.

There is no need to look at [Music Clan].

"Tsk." Deveraux frowned, scanned the entry, and immediately put it behind his mind.

Loading this kind of thing will probably cause irreversible changes to his physiological structure.

Imagine that he has become like the fishman in front of him - gray iron-gray skin, rough fish scales, and a smell of the sea...

"Too ugly."

Deveraux whispered to himself, with disgust between his eyebrows.

Directly PASS!

The same is true for [Close to Nature], although it should be an experience-based entry according to the description.

But for Deveraux who has [Underwater Breathing], it is not very useful.

This [Beast Tamer] is quite interesting. You know, these animals are an important source of potion materials. If Deveraux can raise them on a large scale.

For example, Grindylo.

These underwater creatures with green skin are ferocious, but their tentacles are excellent materials for making "powerful recovery potions".

If they can be tamed and their tentacles can be cut off regularly, wouldn't that be a constant source of potion raw materials?

Tentacles can regenerate, and they grow longer every time they are cut. They are completely renewable resources!

"Cut tentacles regularly... Tsk tsk, perfect sustainable development."

A sly smile appeared on Deverot's lips.

Thinking of this, Deverot immediately took down this entry.

[Ding! ]

[Loading copy entry: Tamer (Blue)...]

[Copy completed! ]

Instantly, Deverot's mind was flooded with a lot of experience and skills about taming magical creatures.

From how to approach the habits of these creatures, to how to use magic props to control them, and even some ancient taming spells, all were clearly imprinted in his memory.

However, this knowledge is nothing compared to Deverot now. With the speed of his brain now, he easily digested this information.

He took a deep breath, raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, and muttered.

"Okay, next... it's time to think about how to turn these 'little guys' into gold galleons in my pocket."

At this time, the other party was frowning and staring at Deverault, and once again spoke a non-human language.

"Kid!"

The fishman frowned, and there was a threat in his voice.

"I don't care what spell you used to run to our territory, but please leave immediately! Otherwise, even Dumbledore can't take you away from here!"

At this point, the fishman seemed to have thought of something, and his tone softened a little, and he added.

"Oh, by the way, you can't understand us, you have to find someone from the village."

After saying that, he swung his tail violently, causing a current, and swam towards Devero, with the trident slightly raised, obviously intending to "invite" Devero to their tribe.

However, after hearing this, Devero's eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile unconsciously rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't this just what I want?"

He thought to himself, he was still thinking about how to sneak into the fishman tribe, but now the real owner actually took the initiative to lead the way.

Devero did not resist at all, and even raised his hands slightly, making a look of "I'm very cooperative".

There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, like a fox about to break into a chicken coop.

As for why he could understand the sharp and twisted language of these fishmen?

This is thanks to the [Language Expert] entry that Devero had previously loaded from Dumbledore.

There is basically no humanoid language in the world that he can't speak.

Deveraud opened his mouth and spoke excitedly.

"Okay, okay, take me back to your village!"

However, surprisingly, his voice did not disperse with the bubbles, but came out of his mouth with a strange stream of water, as if the water itself spoke for him.

Deveraud was stunned for a moment and subconsciously touched his throat.

Strangely, he felt that his voice became low and rough underwater, with a majesty he had never had before, as if something was resonating.

This illusion made Deveraud's heart jump - he had never had such a voice.

However, just as Deveraud's voice floated in the water, the mermaid in front of him seemed to be struck by lightning, the fish scales on his face turned slightly white, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes were full of incredible fear.

"Dragon... Dragon?!"

The mermaid's voice was like a torn string, sharp and trembling.

The next second, the mermaid turned around suddenly, and the tail fin swung in the water, stirring up a turbid current, and the surrounding plankton was swept away.

He screamed, and the sound sounded even more weird and distorted underwater, as if it was cast by magic.

"Dragon! The dragon is coming!!!"

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