Mag's eyes lit up as he looked at the crayfish in the large tank. It was a bit larger than ordinary crayfish. He turned over and saw that the belly was red. It was the kind of shrimp he was looking for.
And it must have just been caught from the sea. It is very active and can be beaten with great joy by waving a pair of large pliers.
Mag carefully counted them and found that there were 45 in total.
Including the seed shrimps he has received from fishermen in the past few days, the number of seed shrimps in his hands has now reached 62, completely exceeding the number of shrimp missions that were halved after bargaining with the system.
"There are forty-five in total. When I go back in a few days, I will prepare five thousand mud shells for you as soon as possible." Mag looked at Dexter in a good mood and said with a smile: "This shrimp The quantity is enough, thank you for making the trip."
"It is our honor to serve you. Lantiste thanks you for your generosity." Dexter said with a smile, although in order to catch this little shrimp, he dispatched almost all the Lantisters who could leave the seal. people, including ten top ten level experts.
But for Landiste, obtaining five thousand mud shells means obtaining five thousand quotas and opportunities to leave the seal. This is a very worthwhile transaction.
"Would you like to go in and sit for a while?"
"No need, it's time for Mr. McGonagall to rest. I will go to the City of Chaos to visit you in person later." Dexter glanced at the pajamas that Mag was wearing, smiled and left.
Mag was indeed just polite, watched Dexter leave, and then returned to the restaurant holding the outline.
The progress schedule of catching shrimp in my mind has changed to 62/50, which means that the catching task has been completed. The only thing left to successfully eliminate the crayfish is to successfully promote the practice of crayfish and develop the habit of eating crayfish. .
Crayfish eating on Carapace Island is in full swing, and its influence is rapidly expanding.
Although the cooking skills of the ten apprentices who have been accepted have different progress, the progress is quite gratifying. After the last study tomorrow, the students who pass the assessment can start over and open their own crayfish restaurant.
"System, what should we do with these shrimps?" Mag asked in his mind as he looked at the hard-caught brood shrimps in the big tank.
Previously, the system used a chance to use a submarine to exchange a species of shrimp from Mag. If these twelve extra species of shrimp could be exchanged for some benefits from the system, it would be better than a barbecue.
"Please ask the host to deal with it in a pollution-free manner," the system replied.
"Huh? You don't want it anymore?" Mag was a little surprised.
"These crayfish that have left the crayfish farm are no longer pure and may be infected with some unknown viruses and carry foreign parasites. This system will not recycle them," the system replied.
"If it's pollution-free, we can only eat it." Mag sighed. It seemed that it was impossible to get a fortune from the system.
"At the same time, in order to respond to the call of Heaven and cultivate the host's environmental awareness, this system has decided to classify and recycle the garbage generated by the host from today on. The host needs to classify the garbage before putting it out, otherwise the system will not recycle it and will Penalize the host."
"???" Mag was stunned.
After all, after studying abroad for many years, Mag was no stranger to garbage classification, but the system had never made such excessive demands before, and now he suddenly responded to the call, which really caught him off guard.
In this world where plastic bags have not yet appeared, it is really strange to sort garbage.
"System, what kind of garbage are you?"
"This system...how do you know!"
"Okay, you said you want to do garbage sorting and recycling, then I'll test you." Mag's lips curled up.
"Oh, this system has thoroughly studied the spirit of heaven's instructions." The system was full of confidence.
“What are the categories of garbage?”
“Recyclable, hazardous, wet and dry waste.”
"What kind of garbage are those dried nuts?"
"Trash?"
"Wrong, it's wet garbage."
“Question: What kind of garbage is glue?”
"This must be wet garbage!" the system said with certainty.
"Wrong again, it's garbage."
"Question: What kind of garbage do dried meat, red dates and flour belong to?"
"Dirty rubbish, dry rubbish, dry rubbish!"
"Wrong, they are all wet garbage." Mag shook his head and smiled contemptuously: "Perishable biomass and domestic waste are all wet garbage. System, your study is very unprofessional, isn't it? At your level. , we’d better pack them up and process them together, as careless handling can easily lead to secondary pollution.”
"No, this is just a small mistake. This system must strictly implement the requirements for garbage classification." The system refused, "You can ask again."
"Okay, let me ask you the last question. Now I have a plastic bowl filled with leftovers and rat poison from the past few days. I plan to throw it away after poisoning the rat. How should I handle and classify it when putting it in?"
"squeak--"
There was a murmur of electricity in Mag's mind, and the system interface in his mind turned blue, with meaningless numbers sliding past.
"Although garbage classification is of great benefit, there is still a long way to go to implement it." Mag sighed, too lazy to worry about the downtime system, and poured the remaining crayfish into the water tank in the kitchen to breed shrimp. The taste is better than ordinary crayfish. It's hard to catch it, so just keep it for yourself.
…
The Abyss Demon Clan encountered very stubborn resistance in their landing battle on Lie Flame Island. Thousands of Abyss Knights launched a charge on Lie Flame Island, tearing apart the Flame Demon's defense line again and again, but they were all blocked back. Roast pig was left on the ground.
The dawn sun gradually rose from the sea level, and the abyss demons who had been fighting fiercely all night finally heard the clarion call to retreat.
The fireballs flying from the Flame Island also became sparse, and the equally tired Flame Demon Tribe did not pursue the Abyss Demon.
This was a sudden war. Neither side had made adequate preparations, but they carried out an extremely brutal offensive and defensive battle last night, leaving corpses everywhere on Lieyan Island where they could land.
No race expected this sudden war to break the tranquility before the racial peace talks. You must know that just a few days ago, when they gathered under the abyss, Alfred and Simmons were drinking happily.
Of course, they did not expect that they would be involved in this dispute so easily.
Because none of the diplomatic demons they sent to inspect the war scene came back.
This matter is neither big nor small.
But no matter what, it still represents the face of the clan, and the major races cannot just pretend that it did not happen, so they have sent serious letters of inquiry to the Abyss Demon Clan and the Flame Demon Clan.
…
"It's good weather again." Mag opened the window, and the sun shone on his face with a gentle smile. After staying for two days at most, they should return to the City of Chaos. I don't know if Mia and the others are okay. .
