"Dean, you want the saber-tooth rabbit!"
After bidding farewell to his friends in the adventure group, Uncle Meng En carried the iron cage and knocked on the small wooden door of the "Demon Pet Selection and Breeding House".
"coming!"
With his messy hair, Dean pushed open the small wooden door that was about to fall completely and let Uncle Meng in.
"Oh, compliments Katasha, that weird smell in your house is finally gone!"
After sniffing, Uncle Meng grinned, revealing a pair of big yellow teeth from his thick weed-like beard.
"Allow me to defend myself. The mixed smell of monster feces helps to drive away some creatures with sensitive sense of smell. The reason why you can survive safely until now is at least 1% due to this smell."
After weighing the iron cage, Dean quickly judged the development status of this Warcraft rabbit.
"An adult saber-toothed rabbit that is not very well developed, I'll give it to you, two silver naccoons."
"Just watch it, no one except you will accept it anyway!"
After choosing the nearest stool and sitting down, Meng En waved his hand and didn't care.
"Two silver is still affordable."
Dean took out two silver coins from his pocket and threw them into the arms of his only source of goods.
Meng En didn't care and put the money into the bag on his waist.
"Before coming here, I heard that you were looking for someone to take care of this house. What? Are you finally planning to give up on this...um...baby house and do something a man should do?"
Dean corrected: "Breeding house, by the way, if what you said about what men should do is taking risks, then unfortunately my answer is still no."
It is impossible to take risks.
There are many ways to farm, choose seeds, and cultivate monsters to maintain a living. How can you live a peaceful life and live a life of sleeping in the open air?
He has lost his mobile phone, computer and games, and half of the joy of life has disappeared. He has no intention of continuing to abuse himself in terms of living conditions.
"Okay, it looks like our baby Dean isn't ready to give up on his frothy dreams...then why are you selling this house?"
Meng En looked around and said, "Although it is dilapidated and old, and the location is not good, it is still a property in District 6. The fact that it has its own resident status is enough for it to stand out from those outside." The area was sold at extremely high prices!”
"Because I'm leaving."
Putting the iron cage at Meng En's feet, Dean said calmly.
Meng En was stunned, "Let's go? Where?"
"Area 13."
There was a harsh sound, the sound of a bench scraping across the ground.
"Area 13?" Meng En's expression changed, and even his thick beard couldn't hide the shock and disbelief.
"Sell your house in District 6 and go to live in District 13. Oh my God, my child, are you crazy, or has old Munn reached the age where his ears are broken?"
Can we somehow insert a correct option?
Dean shrugged helplessly and pushed Mon En back to his seat.
"neither."
He dragged a stool and sat across from Meng En, and explained: "You know, the situation in District 6 is not very good recently. The revision of the "Guild Code" will have a great impact on my business. If I don't move Let’s go, it won’t be long before the law enforcement team forcibly closes the breeding house and revokes its business license.”
"Then we won't leave! Come to my adventure group and go on adventures with us..."
"Opening a selective breeding house is my and Grandpa Huter's dream."
Dean interrupted.
As soon as the name "Huter" was mentioned, Meng En's persuasion was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.
He was stunned for a moment, and finally he could only weakly wave his fist in the air, unwilling to accept it.
"Damn the Guild Code!"
Dean didn't have too many complaints about this.
"I have a point. The revision of the "Guild Code" is a good thing for operators other than non-recognized professions like us breeders. Just tell me what you said. This door can be drowned by other people's spit."
Seeing the young man's calm performance, Meng suddenly felt as if the fire in his heart had been poured with a bucket of cold water, and it went out with a pop.
This boy's appearance was all too familiar to him.
Once he shows this expression, it means he has made up his mind and must go.
Meng En's chapped lips moved up and down, and he was silent for a long time, but in the end he could only hold back one sentence.
"Area 13 is a war zone, much more dangerous than you think."
"I know." Dean nodded calmly, "But compared to District 6, it's more suitable for people like me to live there."
This is true.
District 13 has not yet registered an origin guild. According to imperial law, it is not subject to any guild-related laws.
If Dean still wants to open the breeding house, going there is already the best choice.
"Okay, don't be downcast. If you think about it carefully, it might not be a bad thing."
After tapping Meng En's shoulder, Dean raised the corners of his lips and said optimistically.
"People in District 13 are much more receptive to breeders, and their adventurous spirit is much stronger than those stingy guys like us in District 6. It's much easier to convince them to buy one of my cubs than it is to convince you!"
"Maybe I can still become a big boss in District 13 and come back to help you!"
"Hehehe, are you counting on me? Then I might as well find a mountain and crash to death!"
Meng En gestured with his hands.
"It's like a giant mountain pulled by an iceberg demon. It's as tall as four of you, and it's still cold. I bumped into it, like a rotten tomato..."
have to.
Dean rolled his eyes.
He was worried about me just now, but now he gets excited when he talks about this kind of thing.
This kind of person doesn't deserve a brother, let him spend his whole life looking for shit!
