After finalizing the channel to obtain the breeding beast, Dean went to the Southern Cross Legion's station early the next morning to get things settled.
Among the bounty offers for purchasing World of Warcraft, the one he posted was like a small drop of water flowing into the ocean, causing no waves at all.
After finding the bounties posted by several other breeding houses, Dean deliberately wrote down the purchase prices of the other parties, especially the Bloodstorm Breeding House mentioned by Ryan, and paid special attention to it.
The shining golden numbers made him unable to bear to count the numbers on the reward order.
Swallowing back his jealousy and sourness, Dean left his address and made some arrangements with the receptionist before returning to the breeding room.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw an unexpected person.
"Hey, you are still a busy person, aren't you?"
Old Haite blew his soft white beard while giving a habitual yin and yang air.
"You are fast enough!"
After saying hello to him, Dean looked at the medicine cart being dragged behind him by the old elf, and said something.
Of course, the old man's health is good enough.
Such a large cart of medicinal materials was pulled over with one hand, just like walking a dog, with no effort at all.
Dean secretly glanced at the bulging muscles on Old Hatter's arms and felt that, conservatively, two hundred hits would be enough for him.
"Why do you think the old man is getting old and his body is weak?"
However, his self-concealed gaze obviously could not escape the perception of high-level professionals. Old Haite gave him an annoyed look and couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and make a toned pose.
"Don't you want to see it? Let me show it to you, old man! It seems like it will grow if you look at it a few more times. You little weakling, why not spend more time exercising."
Having been exposed, Dean looked back slightly embarrassed, but the shocking scene of the old elf showing off his figure always remained in his mind. In an instant, the shock of his growing strength turned into a slight nausea.
Dean quickly used the green plants around him to divert his attention. It took him a few breaths to finally calm his rumbling stomach.
"Where do you put the medicinal materials?"
However, Old Haite, who was dragging the medicine truck, obviously didn't notice Dean's strangeness, and asked while casually looking at the surrounding environment.
Knowing that he was considering his small body, Dean was not polite to the old elf. He directly raised his hand and pointed to the living area where the beasts were active.
"Please help me drag it to the backyard."
"You're welcome, you brat."
Old Haite muttered, but his legs consciously moved in the direction he pointed.
After the car entered the backyard, there were more places to store medicinal materials. Old Haite let go of the rope and was about to say hello and leave, but half of the words he spat out suddenly stopped.
"Then I'll leave it here for you..."
"This, this, this!!"
He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Ahua, whose buttocks were facing people.
"You actually have such qualifications for a magical beast?!"
After a thunderous roar, Dean only felt a shadow passing in front of him, and Old Haite was no longer where he was.
He raised his head in astonishment and searched around before discovering that this old elf whose skills were seriously inconsistent with his age had, at some point, clung to the outside of Ahua's cage like a koala, with its cloudy old eyes. Like two light bulbs, they were looking at their own A-hua with a look like looking at a lover.
If you listen carefully, you can hear words such as "excellent" and "wonderful" from his mouth.
Seeing Old Haite's crazy look, Dean suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He stepped forward decisively, grabbed Old Haite's waist, and began to pull the elf down.
"Thank you for your help. I still have things to do. After a while, when the breeding house is quiet, I will go to the store to thank you."
Old Haite thought he was a deaf spirit and couldn't understand Dean's eviction order at all. He stared with two big eyes and focused all his attention on Ah Hua. His obsessed look made him want to see it from the butt of a bear. Bring out a flower.
Dean said with a black face: "Don't look, there is nothing but anus!"
Old Hatter ignored it.
"My name is Ahua, isn't it? It's such a nice name. As soon as you hear it, you can tell it's a bear as beautiful as a flower..."
Dean was a little speechless, "I came up with that name."
Besides, you didn’t even see the bear’s face, how did you know it looked like a flower?
By looking at your butt? !
As expected of the elves, they are really good at identifying beasts by looking at their farts.
Having completely given up on trying to pull Old Hatter off the cage, Dean let go and tried to reason.
"Ahua is my monster. Just take a look at it, but don't scare it."
Old Haite kicked his legs at him.
"No, I'm the best at watching Warcraft. You look like a bold and smart one, so you won't be scared!"
Dean originally just found a reason to deal with him, but he didn't expect the old elf to give such a reply. He leaned over slightly surprised, stared at the old elf and looked at him.
"Do you still know about Warcraft?"
