Because Wisteria Street is outside the range where the devil floating fish can move freely, Dean and Kana not only endured a slow train, but also walked a certain distance before finding the breeding house run by Lucy and Ronan.
This was Dean's second visit. He took a look at the store and found that there were some signs of redecoration.
Although the overall appearance is still a bit shabby, it is much stronger than when he first came.
It can be seen that the brother and sister really want to run this breeding house well and have worked hard.
Although the results may not be very good, there is progress.
At least there was finally a guest in the breeding room this time compared to the empty space last time.
Dean took a few steps forward, and just as he was about to enter the breeding room, he saw the guest slamming the table and walking toward the door menacingly.
He looked quite unhappy, and it seemed like the conversation had broken down.
He frowned, turned sideways and made room for the man to walk out.
Well, now there are none.
After looking at Lucy and Ronan who looked disappointed, Dean sighed, lowered the brim of his hat and walked over.
"Hello, sir."
As expected, Ronan, who was not at a high enough altitude, did not recognize him.
"Are you here to see Warcraft?"
"Um."
Dean lowered his voice and responded.
The dull voice made Kana couldn't help but turn her head and look at him with a very strange look.
Why am I still choking on phlegm when I walk in?
Ignoring Kana's attempt to undermine him, Dean continued in a deep voice: "I like to breed monsters very much. My usual hobby is to collect some interesting monsters. This time, I heard that you have a new breed here, so I became famous for it. come and see."
After a pause, he added: "Don't worry, money is not an issue. I can still afford 50 gold."
Upon hearing this, Ronan, who had already given up hope of opening today, his eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly winked at his sister.
Lucy then retracted her gaze from looking at Kana curiously, and carefully placed the bearded man resting in her hand on the table.
"Squirt?"
As soon as it came into contact with the cold tabletop, the dozing bearded man suddenly woke up. He propped up his still weak body, raised his eyes with natural anger, and looked at Dean.
As soon as he stood up, the villain's entire appearance was completely exposed to Dean's sight.
Not to mention, it really matches his nickname. His beard grows from his chin to his feet, almost as long as his skirt.
Long, white, and incredibly smooth.
Especially when the little guy was angry, Dean watched helplessly as the long beard split into two sides as if due to some kind of stress reaction, and then quickly stood up, forming a very exaggerated crescent white beard.
With the little head stuck in the middle, Dean almost thought it was a fork.
He opened the system in a funny manner and began to check the bearded man's information.
Because this little guy is a selectively bred Warcraft, the information presented in the system is different from the normal Warcraft.
In comparison, I prefer the magic pets bred by Dean. Although there are some subtle differences in the format, Dean only made slight adjustments and quickly displayed the magic pet information as usual. The format has been sorted out.
The general information is as follows:
[Race: Little Whitebeard]
[Gender: Male]
[Racial Qualification: B]
[Individual qualification: C]
[Status: Weak (lack of host)]
…
Class B race? !
This is quite an astonishing statistic.
Dean was somewhat surprised after reading the description of the race of the bearded man displayed by the system. After a moment of reflection, he felt like he had an enlightenment.
Sure enough, there is never a shortage of geniuses in this world.
For example, Lucy and Ronan's grandfather, although he lacked key conditions and only completed the design of an incomplete plan, he was definitely a genius in selective breeding.
With a sigh, Dean then looked down at other data. After silently comparing the bearded man with the demon pet he had bred, he had a rough idea of the rating.
After reading through all the information, his eyes gradually moved up, and finally settled on the name of the race.
So who decided on this name?
Dean's lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but complain in his mind.
