Chapter 55.
Chapter 55 True Accuracy
David woke up the dreamers with a word, especially the poor ha-ha High Elf big-headed soldier prisoners of war.
For a moment, it was as if a splendid mountain of gold was piled up in front of their eyes.
Only certain people knew for the first time that the recovery potion that they usually use as a war material was actually extracted from dragon feces, and their faces immediately turned pale.
However, due to the fact that their slave master was a dragon, they could only endure it, and couldn’t help but make gurgling noises in their stomachs.
“So what anger potion is similar?”
“Yes. Most of the Rage Hoppers circulating in the market nowadays, most of the raw materials are still taken from the Red Remnants stolen and dug up in the territory of the Crimson Calamity nine years ago. Again, due to that bloody massacre of the Crimson Calamity back then and the subsequent sea ban policy of the elves, so right now these two potions are still barely enough for all but the military, and the prices on the market can only be said to be quite substantial.”
Zuoer’s reply caused David’s brain, who had long been mentally prepared, to remain in a state of downtime.
It’s really a fucking piece of shit that feeds the entire continent.
Seeing that David had already been moved, Zuoer was a little worried that he would again slap his head and put forward any ideas that she couldn’t do even if she put her life on the line, and hurriedly added:
“But if you want to make these two urgently needed potions, all other things are not a problem, even the most elementary formula for the Anger Compound I have in my hands, but there is a key problem that can not be bypassed and is very troublesome.”
David narrowed his eyes slightly, signaling her to say what she had to say.
Drell hurried to speed up again:
“That is that we can’t finish making the concoction in the camp or even in the Old World.”
Not waiting for Davy to ask, this time she hurriedly explained the reason:
“These two, or the vast majority of potions that work directly on magic and energy, cannot be made without the pollen of a plant called Hundred Years Incense as a raw material.
“At least in the formulas that Evgeni and I have, there is no substitute for Hundred Years Incense.
“But it is a flower that can only bloom in the warmer and rainy New World. And as its name Centennial Scent suggests, it only blooms after generations have been bred for nearly a century, and once the roots are dug up they wither quickly.
“The most crucial thing is that its flowering period is very short, only a short half month, and its pollen is even more within three hours of collecting it down, some kind of the most important medium substance within it will slowly combine with the magic power in the air, thus gradually losing its most valuable place.
“So whether it is us Zhuoer or high elves in the production of these potions, are the potions workshop directly built in the centennial incense flower field nearby, and then close to the collection of pollen immediately make potions.
“Moreover, the vast majority of these potions workshops are directly controlled by the military, and only a small portion, controlled in the hands of the elf nobles, but these, basically, are the premier nobles and lords of the New Continent. It’s basically hard for ordinary people to come into contact with such a profitable industry.”
After Zuoer finished this breath-holding words that resembled a tongue-twister, feeling like his brain was suffocating, he saw his master contemplating for a moment and continued his inquiry:
“Who makes these two potions?”
Zuoer: “The mage under me will make the most elementary Anger Combination, while Evgeni masters the latter’s formula and production method.”
“Just this one?”
David looked somewhat incredulously at the Drell mage who immediately raised his head and chest after being mentioned by Hiatt, desperate to dislike his nostrils on his paws.
The latter he could understand, the former, he truly felt was a bit magical.
“Yes, her standard can only be considered amateur, but with Evgeni as a proper apothecary, I believe she can master it soon.”
The Drow mage mistakenly thought that the head honored her for her intelligence, and that as a potions apprentice she would soon be able to metamorphose into a solo regular apothecary alongside the High Elf, and somewhat excitedly said furtively:
“Yes, yes, I learn things very quickly, in addition master, my name is”
“Very well, do you have a way to reach a certain piece of elf territory that has planted a hundred years of incense?” David asked.
“I do not, but you do master.” Drell made a rather flattering mumbled comment.
But Davy, who was a red dragon, pressed on:
“. Have a fart and let it go.”
“. I meant among the High Elves you captured earlier.”
“Oh? Which ones?” Davy asked.
Evgeni, the High Elf standing by, visibly struggled a bit.
But that wouldn’t stop Drell from trying to push a certain elf into the fire:
“That elf commander, he comes from a famous family, a bloodline collateral of the Lord of the Silver Wheel within Dwensel, named:
“Ahmed.” “Where is the man, bring him here.” Davy ordered.
A few minutes later, Ahmed was brought up with his head wrapped up like a San.
Davy was instantly shocked by this dignity of the other party and asked Hiatt:
“Are you sure this isn’t one of your Drow? Rather, it’s a High Elf? And a fucking noble?”
“Eh he had offended you master before he surrendered, so this is the punishment he deserves.” Drow could only cautiously remind.
It was only then that David vaguely recalled that it seemed that because the other party had honestly said that it was impossible for the family to pay out a copper for him in that situation, he was burned bald by a wisp of dragon’s breath that he accidentally spewed out of his nostrils under his [fury]!
“Can it be fixed?”
With this blackened cinderblock-like honor, it would be undead if the other family didn’t get suspicious.
“The 7-ring spell [Regeneration] must be utilized, I know of a priest in a church somewhere in the New World who can cast it, but he’s a greedy man. It might require a magic energy crystal worth at least a thousand gold coins.”
This meant that Zhuoer’s gross profit from this trip’s transaction might be about to go off by a large margin.
After all, it was a dead egg, so it would be good to sell it for hundreds of gold counting the dragon pins.
It wasn’t like a live dragon egg, which was at least between ten and sixty thousand dollars a piece.
A real dragon like David’s, on the other hand, could turn Zor into a rich man in one fell swoop.
But the hook of selling his fellow man was a bottom line and a red line, and even if he did lose his mind one day he’d shoot himself in the foot early.
David’s stomach ached a little on the spot as he listened, but for the sake of 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 find this guy to double back, give him a whole face, it’s not too much to charge a bit of intermediary fee, right?”
Saying that he looked towards the High Elf Ahmed who was clearly agitated and starting to wobble but was forcing himself into a sage mode:
“So the question is, Mr. Ahmed, would you be willing to take us on a trip to your family’s alchemy workshop to borrow some centuries-old incense to use for some artistic creations?”
Ahmed immediately took a deep breath and raised his head:
“Hmph, wanting Ahmed to be in the same boat as you evil dragons, then you’re afraid you picked the wrong elf!”
Davy slammed his mouth, stoned on the sobering potion he wasn’t angry, he just felt so pointless and lifted his paw:
“Drag it down and feed it to the white dragon.”
Murfleur, who was cowering in the corner, didn’t have time to be happy for the extra meal bestowed by his master, the High Elf who had earlier looked ready to follow the sages at any time immediately gave his knees and shyly said with a face that smiled like a black daisy:
“You are a very accurate elf~
“As long as you allow me to return to my family.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Ahmed.
“My honored master!”
David didn’t even bother to look at this weakling, and looked to Drell and asked:
“How long before the centennial flowers arrive?”
“A month and a half.”
“Well, then get ready and let’s go catch two more dragons back.”
“.” Everyone present was silent.
Sure enough a red dragon master’s idea.
That’s really a moment to a moment, will will not be the same ah .
But who made him strong or their master.
I’m just tired of it.
(End of chapter)