The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 23 The Little Boss of Fantasy (please read)

Mirage is a creature that spits out a special mist with psychedelic abilities. The mirage spewed by the giant clam looks like mist, causing illusions and confusing people's minds. It is obvious that this mirage has not completed its transformation.

Attilan didn't intend to let the river mussel go to the battlefield. It was a mirage or a river mussel, as long as it could produce pearls, but now when he looked at the stars in the dark night, he could faintly feel a dream-like power.

Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted when they saw the dark night stars, and they knew that the value of this pearl was more than ten times that of ordinary magic pearls of the same size.

The psychedelic ability makes this pearl eligible to become the main pearl of a king or even an emperor's crown. It is not easy to get thousands of dollars, but only if a person wants to become the emperor.

Not just any king is qualified and has the funds to build such a luxurious magic crown.

Attilan felt that he would lose money after selling Dark Night Star for only 10,000 gold coins. If there was a super metropolis with developed commerce that allowed him to hype it up, he might be able to get 50,000 gold coins!

How to take it away is a big problem.

There are many evil dragons or dragon relatives lurking in this big city. The evil dragons who receive the news will definitely come out to snatch the property, and all of them are at least adults.

The rule Attilan adheres to is to keep a low profile as much as possible before adulthood. After adulthood, you must still keep a low profile. Only the ancient dragons are qualified to wander.

As long as there are evil dragons, there will be dragon-slaying warriors.

"Priest, this river clam field is its exclusive territory. Increase the water depth to at least five meters, and put the small fish caught into this pond first to ensure that the big clam has enough food."

"Yes, Dragon Lord!"

Dark Night Star cannot be sold, but based on the speed at which a giant clam secretes nacre when there is sufficient food, it only takes a month to produce a large pearl with a diameter of more than two centimeters.

And the most important thing is that it can customize the color of the pearl according to Attilan's needs.

Originally, the color of the pearl was determined by trace elements in the water, but this was a mirage. After changing the color of the pearl, the pearl became completely natural and exuded an alluring luster.

"Priest, I remember that your apprentice is learning to become a shaman. The first lesson is for him to learn how to identify the size of pearls in river mussels, and to master methods of extracting and planting pearls without harming river mussels."

"Everything will follow your instructions, Dragon Lord."

It is not difficult to get the pearls. The difficulty lies in understanding the situation of the pearls in the clam shell. The shaman communicates with the elements and natural spirits. Attilan believes that the two fishes will find a way.

With the talent of Eryu, you can actually try to switch to Druid, but Attilan asked him to be a shaman, naturally because druids believe in nature and gods, while shamans can believe in elements, spirits, ancestors, etc. Full growth and helpful presence.

Attilan, on the other hand, perfectly meets the conditions for serving as a shaman who serves the water element and spirits.

The source of shaman's power is their soul. They use their soul to communicate with those beings who can bring power. In this process, the shaman can benefit, and those extraordinary beings can also get the shaman's soul energy.

Although the two fishes are a little immature and don't have much soul energy, mosquitoes are still flesh no matter how small they are. The help of this soul energy may play a vital role at a critical moment.

The two fishes held a totem pole carved with a big herring totem and ran to Attilan respectfully.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

A drop of green water was ejected by Attilan's claws, fell on Eryu's forehead and melted into it. Eryu felt his mind clear for a while, and there was a vague connection between him and Attilan.

Compared with the herring spirit, the water element lingering around Attilan's dragon body was too obvious, making the two fish unable to recover for a long time.

"Two fish, take good care of the mussel field, and the reward will be more than just this drop of water of life."

"Yes!"

Only with rewards can there be motivation. As for ordinary fishman workers, they are not worthy of Attilan personally setting up carrots. The food that can satisfy them is enough for them to work hard all day long.

After placing the giant clams, Attilan's snake soup was almost ready. When I returned to the kitchen, I smelled a vague fragrance. The pottery made by the satyrs was still not good, otherwise there would be no fragrance at all. Radiate out.

<divclass="contentadv"> Taking out the dark night stars, Attilan said proudly:

"Look, this is the first valuable treasure in my life, the dark night stars!"

The satyr's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand with salivation, but Attilan whipped it back with his tail.

"What are you doing? Just watch, don't do anything!"

The satyr looked straight at it.

"What kind of dark night stars are there? This is the psychedelic orb that the trickster dreams of. With a staff made of the psychedelic orb, the trickster can come and go without a trace!"

"Is this from the body of a river oyster!?"

For the trickster, this thing is simply a treasure of enlightenment. It increases the speed of learning illusion and control spells and enhances the effect of the spells. The satyr suddenly felt that he still had a chance to save himself.

After the satyr explained, Attilan understood that with the psychedelic orb staff, the satyr could upgrade from the SR card to the SSR card. If there were dark night stars, he would even have the opportunity to touch the limits of ordinary professionals. .

Level 20 rogue, and the higher level is legendary rogue, which is not a state that can be achieved by relying on external objects.

Looking at the satyr's hopeful eyes, Attilan sighed.

"You don't really think that a staff can improve you so much, do you? Any profession requires serious practice and a painful process to achieve results."

"Think about your past performance. Is it worthy of the stars in the dark night?"

The satyr lowered his head in shame. He relied on the innate advantages of his race to become a trickster, but the price was that his illusions had loopholes.

Because his basic rogue stealth skills are not up to par, and his knowledge of illusion and control magic is not up to par, he has really become a trickster. Combining the two skills in practice, he is not smooth at all.

"It takes time for the giant clam to cultivate new illusion orbs. If you can meet the professional requirements of a trickster before then, I promise to leave the second illusion orb to you for disposal."

"Now try the snake soup first!"

The first pot was clear water snake soup, which was very tender and fresh, fully retaining the original flavor of the snake meat.

The second pot is honey snake soup. The honey blends the characteristics of the snake meat into a whole, highlighting the freshness and tenderness of the snake meat. At the same time, the softness of the honey lingers in the mouth. This dish is smooth, tender and sweet.

One word, absolutely!

The third can of fungus and mushroom snake soup, the fungus is chewy and the mushrooms are plump and juicy. When you bite into it, it feels like it bursts with juice. It is also put into your mouth with the fresh and sweet snake meat. It is delicious and sweet. This taste is amazing.

The ingredients used in the fourth pot were too rich, and the goatman failed to adjust the ratio of the ingredients. The taste of the snake soup was too rich, making it impossible to distinguish the priorities.

The satyr was still thinking about ways to improve it, but Attilan suddenly took out the Dark Night Star.

"My trickster magic chef, now give you a chance to prove yourself, using illusion and magic cuisine to create our unique food fantasy series!"

The satyr took the orb and cast a spell on the most successful honey snake soup. Then he took a sip of the soup and his eyes widened instantly.

"The smooth and tender snake meat just wraps around my body. This extreme taste bud stimulation makes people unable to break free. Delicious! Extremely delicious!"

It was obvious that the satyrs were trapped in an illusion of their own making.

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