If Meng En was still awake at this time, he would definitely have noticed the weird expression on the face of the bespectacled brown-haired curly teammate opposite Silur.
Too bad he was drunk.
Moreover, he was so drunk that even his ability to think was blurred. This meant that in Lalye City, or any other place, when Meng En sobered up, he would have something missing.
Monet missed the best opportunity to intervene, and could only watch helplessly as his idiot captain deceived his new teammates, feeling his conscience aching.
He opened his mouth several times to say something, but was interrupted by the two people opposite him. In the end, he could only close his mouth, slapped his face with a palm, and sighed.
Silur thought he was swatting mosquitoes, concentrating on talking to his new teammates he had just recruited.
The two of them were chatty and drunk, so they had a pleasant conversation.
Monet waited until Meng En was completely drunk before he found the opportunity to talk to Silur.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he went straight to the point, "After the breeders established the Origin Guild, magic pets are no longer as rare as before. Do you still plan to make this uncle a core member?"
Silur frowned and suddenly put the wine glass on the table.
The sound of the wooden cup colliding with the table board attracted the attention of many people. After seeing that it was these two boys, they moved away without interest.
Ignoring the drunkards who liked to watch the fun, Silur said with a serious expression: "I don't know what you mean by this, but I will put it here today. You must be trustworthy when you speak out. Like a severed head, if it falls to the ground it cannot be put back together."
"When we persuaded the uncle to leave his hometown and return to Raleye City with us, we had already negotiated the terms. Now he regrets it, what does it look like?"
"I, Silur, can't afford to lose that person."
When he said this, Monet felt that he had said the wrong thing. He rubbed his nose awkwardly and explained: "...I didn't mean that either."
"I just want to say that now that the breeders have established the Origin Guild, we have other ways to understand the magic pets, so we don't have to rely on Uncle Yinghuodie anymore."
"If you want to make the uncle a core member just for the sake of Yinghuodie, it wouldn't be fair to the uncle..."
"You better think so."
After sizing up his teammates, Silur's expression softened slightly and his tone became calmer.
"I have other ideas about this matter. You don't have to worry about it. In short, just treat uncle as a core member."
Seeing that he knew what he was thinking, Monet nodded to show that he understood.
With his mouth dry after talking, Silur ordered another cup of Wisdom Fruit Wine, a specialty of Wisdom Tavern, and thought about it while drinking.
Although he did fall in love with his brother's butterfly at first, after getting along with him, he was really impressed by his character.
Unexpectedly, there were elders who got along so well with them outside of Raleye City.
With knowledge, character, strength, and the spirit and courage to take risks, Meng En possesses many qualities that, in Silur's opinion, are very suitable for joining their adventure team, so even though Yingbuluodie is indeed his favorite for Meng En. There was an initial interest in En, but after getting along, the proportion gradually decreased.
Whether there is or not will not affect his decision to win over Meng En.
Moreover, who said that after the Origin Guild was established, Yinghuo Butterfly would be useless?
Silur helped Meng En, who almost fell to the ground, with a meaningful expression.
What does it mean to be able to get a butterfly before the breeder becomes famous?
It’s hard for him to say, it’s not simple anyway.
It seems to be just an ordinary little butterfly, but behind it is a lot of important relationships and connections.
The meanings represented by these are much more important than a small butterfly.
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These little episodes that happened in R'lyeh City have nothing to do with Dean for the time being.
He had a good sleep peacefully, and then got up on time as usual. He had no idea how many people and how many forces were involved in the selection competition of the Origin Guild, and the news that the breeder won the final victory When word spread, how many people stayed up all night.
After Dean got up, the first thing he did was to turn on the system and start processing the deduction work left over from yesterday.
He knows better than anyone else that inspiration is fleeting and highly time-sensitive. He must move forward as quickly as possible while his mind is flexible for the several breeding program deductions he has piled up on his hands. Advance without any room for delay, otherwise you will become a mental waste sooner or later.
Walking into the study, Dean found the magic props he had snatched from Mira's hands and piled them all over the floor like a stall, preparing to start with these trophies to start his deduction work.
Perhaps because he was no longer under the pressure of survival, he was particularly focused today. He stayed in the study all morning and waited until lunch time before being called downstairs by Lucy and Ronan.
"Teacher, this is a letter for you."
The two children held a small stack of letters and handed them into his hands.
"Thanks."
After receiving the letter, Dean subconsciously pressed his fingers hard, and was immediately startled by the faintly solid thickness. After he read the signature on it with a surprised look on his face, his shock not only did not diminish, but became even greater.
Why did these people write letters to him?
Unable to think of an answer, Dean, who was rarely interested, put the letters in order and prepared to read them one by one.
The first letter surprised him.
It turned out to be the vice president from the Knight Academy.
He is also the representative of the Knight Academy on the review panel.
In fact, it was originally the dean who should have come, but before the selection started, the Knight Academy suddenly asked for instructions and said that their dean was old and had some accidents recently, so he might not be able to participate in this Origin Guild selection. Paul III was the one who came. Substitution by the Vice-President is specifically permitted.
I just don’t know what the deputy dean wrote to me for?
Dean started reading with curiosity on his face. The beginning was full of official language. He twitched the corner of his mouth and skipped it, turning his attention to the following content.
Because there wasn't much content, he finished it quickly.
After reading it, Dean looked up with a complicated expression and found that it was actually an application for opening a trading channel.
There is no need to think about the content, just want to establish cross-regional trade relations with the breeding house.
This was something Dean had imagined would happen, but he didn't expect that the first person to make this request would be someone from the Knight Academy.
It's a good thing, but it's still a little too early to do it now.
Recalling his previous experiences in replying to letters, Dean thought about the letter for a long time, and finally found the pen and notebook on the table and wrote a reply.
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