Chapter 54.

Chapter 54 Sobering Up
“No.”

To everyone’s surprise, the first thing David did after returning to the dragon’s lair and handing over two new dragons, one red and one brass, to Drell to settle in was:

“The plan is on hold until we find a more effective way to trap the stray hatchlings.”

This is far too inefficient, and the dragon trapping equipment is woefully inadequate, Davy thought greedily.

This decision was like pouring cold water on all the elves who were secretly celebrating the success of their first hunt.

However, except for Tania, who was the sister of the red dragon, no one in the room had the right or the courage to question the decision of the lord of the dragon’s nest:
“But brother David. Isn’t it only after a month or so that we brought back two true dragons?
“I heard from Hiatt and the others before that their previous boatload of Drow had only managed to steal forty or so dragon eggs after several years of busy work in the Old Continent, and at that time, apart from you, who had already broken your shell ahead of time, even spending a huge sum of money on an initiation ceremony wasn’t necessarily a guarantee that a few true dragons would hatch out.”

Tania’s words were tantamount to lifting off the Drell’s covering pants, but the Drell had always had little shame to speak of, and seeing that Tania, who was David’s sister, had opened her words, Shyatt immediately seconded them with ‘a great deal of shame’:
“Yes master, under your leadership in just one month we brought back two young dragons who had wandered away and had trouble keeping food on the table.

“I’m afraid that such an exaggerated record would cause a sensation if it were to be spread to the New Continent.

“What’s more, the facts have already proved that the dragon baiting food made by you is indeed capable of doing the kind of strong trapping disguised as snow worm secretions.

“So I’m afraid that the biggest loophole in the current plan lies in the fact that the trap marks of the dragon trap cage are still too obvious.

“We just need to find a way to attack this problem…”

The extremely fast-talking Drell was still interrupted by David, who looked at Drell indifferently:

“Then have you thought of a way to attack it?”

“. No.”

Even with the guts of Drell, who dared to roam around and steal dragon eggs, he didn’t dare to guarantee that he would find a practical solution.

There was no way, young dragons were also dragons, and with the exception of the white fledglings whose IQ was worryingly comparable to that of a beast, the other five-colored dragons generally had an IQ that was comparable to that of an adult when they first broke out of their shells.

No, I should say that the black fledglings were roughly comparable to adult humans.

The rest of the red, blue, and green fledglings’ intelligence was already comparable to some intelligent people who were qualified to touch the threshold of a mage.

If one were to have a metric, assuming that the average adult has an IQ of 10, then the red, blue, and green hatchlings would have an IQ of at least 14 towards the top.

As for white fledglings, well, probably only 5.

So even a dumbass like Murfleur, who can talk when he breaks his shell, is by and large a near-returning genius among the white dragons.

But sometimes being articulate doesn’t necessarily mean being smart.

It’s a bit witty at best.

In this regard, always able to the first time on the insight of the dragon heart sympathetic brother, at the age of five years old directly open the beginning of the magic spell silver dragon representative Tania, can directly hold this thing down on the ground muslin.

Also because of this, want to find a way to efficiently capture this group of ‘little wit’, I’m afraid it’s not really a matter of time.

Facts also proved that the fact that the five-colored young dragons were able to continue under such a worrying growth environment and high elimination rate, and were able to maintain a long-term 50/50 split with the metal dragons in terms of momentum, and even achieved a single combat strength advantage over the gold dragons, could not be summed up by a simple piece of luck.

With the current conditions, in addition to the first hungry and ruthless red young dragon Lizlette, who likes to rely on recklessness when things go wrong, I’m afraid that there is only a white dragon to catch.

The key is that there is such a big smart Murphylle in front of his eyes every day, David is really some bottom of the heart can not see this gang of fools.

Stupid, lazy, weak, but also a thief can fucking eat.

Thinking of this David inexplicably fire, [rage] up:
“Then you say ah, according to the current progress, purely blind cat catches dead rats luck, I’m afraid that we have not waited to catch a few dragons, the new continent of the gang of long ears one day directly outbreak of total war.” “. Master, your lesson is correct! It was me who was short-sighted.” Zuoer said with some sweat.

However, she also admitted to herself that this was where their race’s shortcomings lay:
Whether it was Zuoer or the High Elves, obviously as an Everlasting Race, they were not considered to be open-minded in terms of both their vision and their heart, otherwise they would not have continued to repeat the sad song of history after experiencing countless lessons from it.

Imagination than the reality of bone-skinned reality makes David a little inexplicably on fire, spitting out his tongue and spitting out sparks of fire and asked:
“Mud, is there anything that can calm me down a bit for a while, my throat is a bit dry.”

David had long ago realized that this would be a headache for dragons in the future as well:
As a red dragon, he was always restricted by his endocrine system and was constantly in a constant state of irritability and rage.

This might be fine in normal times, and could even increase combat effectiveness, but when it came to critical decisions and evenly matched battles, it was fatal for him as a leader.

The various thoughts that kept pouring out of his brain could easily make him miss certain key information and thoughts that were close to the truth, thus making a big mistake.

“Yes master!”

Zuoer seemed to have thought of something, and immediately looked towards the High Elf Evgeni.

Ye Frageni, who was salivating at the corners of his mouth, instantly woke up from his state of disorientation, and was just about to seek death and shout kill me as in the past.

Ta-da!
Along with the Drell’s ringing finger, the High Elf whose eyes became hollow again immediately stepped forward, and like the Drell took out an azure potion bottle from his spectacular chest and presented it to David.

“It is named by the High Elves as a sobering potion, it is very effective for meditation, restoring some of the magic power and even used to hedge against the side effects from the anger potion, and unlike the magical potions developed by our Drells, which have strong side effects such as psychedelic and addictive, so its quality is widely recognized by the various races in the New Continent and it is, the main ingredient is generally the extraction of the “

Zor’s words have not yet finished, was David took over the claw in the shake, and then even the bottle together thrown into the mouth with chewing liquid cap in the mouth like biting and swallowing, instantly spat out his tongue:

“Hiss, cool, like peppermint oil.”

Spinning wide-eyed, asked:

“Huh, seems to be a little bit of use, but not big, there is no, give me a box first, by the way, this thing you just said what production is used to come, we can produce our own?”

“. Extracted from the feces of white or silver dragons…” This time Zuoer’s words still didn’t have time to finish.

“. Poof!”

The sobering potion that David had just swallowed was instantly regurgitated along with saliva spraying a few elves all over his head and face, just like Mr. Cao who had been force-fed the Nine Revolutions of the Large Intestine [Rage] growled in a low roar and snarled:
“Say that again!!!”

Deeply sensing that another second of hesitation was going to cost him his life, Zuoer hurriedly sped up his speech and replied:

“I mean it’s usually extracted from the feces of white or silver dragons, but higher quality ones are often extracted from their blood and even glandular fluids, and the one I just provided you with is the latter.

“As for the production, as far as I know, it’s only considered a low-grade potion, so as long as you have an abundance of raw materials and get the recipe, the threshold for production shouldn’t be too high.”

At the same time, she secretly admonished herself that in the future, she must talk to her master first, and at the same time, she continued to train her own speed of speech, which was already able to make her tongue go up in smoke, and even thought about whether or not she could follow a mage to learn some spells that could directly communicate with her master’s mind, otherwise she was afraid that she would die of too slow of speech one day sooner or later.
David heard this, only then leaned back, from the high elf’s arms pulled out three bottles of sobering potion together to swallow, half a minute, only then feel the gas is about to smoke the head slightly cool down, satisfied deep breath:
“can ah, this kind of stuff, I mean the kind of goods extracted from the dragon feces, how is the sales?”

“Taking the continent by storm.” Zuoer said with certainty without any semblance of hesitation.

Bang!
David directly collapsed the reclining couch with a claw:
“Then what’s the point of combining them, just get this thing first.”

As long as you can get money, get enough money to make the other dragons willing to work for themselves, not just let others swallow shit.

Anyway, it was originally a thing that those elves had created, probably similar to a quick-acting tranquilizer, so he didn’t even need to bring the slightest hesitation when he reproduced it.

And the entire old continent, the most important thing is the fucking dragon feces.

(End of chapter)