While Dean was talking to Sigrid, the three "baits" were also busy. They shuttled conscientiously among the crowd, interacted with the magic pets they carried, and soon attracted the attention of interested people.
The first one to be targeted was Lucy, who seemed to be the youngest and the easiest to attack.
She was assigned a pink Falling Star Hair Demon and an old man's box that was considered capable of combat. She had the largest number of members in the three-person team, and they were all of high quality, so they naturally attracted the most attention.
Soon an inspector came over and said, "Little girl, are you from the breeding house?"
Lucy nodded, and the dull hair on the pink star-haired demon's head swayed back and forth with her movements, instantly attracting the questioner's attention.
Falling Star Hair Demon raised his little face in ignorance, and looked at the strange people in front of him with his big watery eyes. He had no idea how much impact he had on them being certified by the system as having extraordinary charm.
Lucy's affirmative answer caused many people to come over. They formed a circle and enthusiastically asked her about the situation of the falling star-haired demon.
Faxisuo happened to walk nearby. When he raised his eyes, he saw Lucy surrounded by the crowd. He shook his wine glass and sneered twice, but his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the falling star-haired monster. .
There were more and more people around her, and just when Lucy was about to lose control of the situation, Box Beard, which was almost hidden in the crowd, moved slightly, and the square barrier spread out from it in an instant.
The two inspectors who were about to approach were pushed aside. Before they could get angry, they turned around and saw the small demon pet wrapped in a green barrier. It used the barrier to knock the two of them away and landed on the ground. Next to Lucy.
The barrier with a strong sense of presence finally managed to distract everyone's attention from the falling star-haired demon.
Someone bent down and looked at the box curiously.
"Is this also the Fallen Star Hair Demon? Why does it look so old?"
The old man's forehead protruded into a nonexistent cross.
Lucy was keenly aware of its changing mood, silently separated Xia from the crowd, and denied: "This is not the Fallen Star Hair Demon, it is a new magic pet that was recently selected by the breeding house, Xia!"
"New magic pet? Is it the same type as the Falling Star Hair Demon?"
"And this green barrier, is it its ability? To what extent can it resist attacks?"
"No, it's not the same..."
Facing this group of enthusiastic questioners, Lucy felt quite overwhelmed. She didn't know if it was because it was easier to say many things to children, but these adults asked them without any burden.
Everyone has tacitly grasped the opportunity that suddenly appeared to have direct contact with the magic pet and obtain information about the breeding house, and is trying to squeeze out its value as much as possible.
Lucy could only answer the question. She kept the teacher's teachings in mind and answered all questions. In her words, she revealed the power of the Fallen Star Hair Demon and the Box without any trace. From time to time, she would also deliberately mention the events on the day of the competition. situations, using real-life examples to enhance persuasiveness.
Under her very organized introduction, although she still had some vibrato, the person who asked the question quickly became quiet, and there were more and more eye contact between them.
The situation on Lucy's side gradually stabilized, and in the other two directions, Ronan and Leina were in similar situations to her, and because the pink star-haired demon had attracted the strongest firepower, they were worse than Lucy. , the pressure faced is much less, and the performance must be more comfortable.
This gathering phenomenon quickly attracted the attention of real heavyweights.
It was only when Dean saw the target walking towards Lucy that he moved his feet and chose to separate from Sigrid.
Holding the wand, Aesop found his glasses from his pocket, put them on the bridge of his nose, and said to the people around him: "Look what we found, a beautiful little girl, and a lonely pendant." Star-haired demon..."
"Hmm... there seems to be a little old man riding a wooden box?"
"What a lucky encounter. It makes people feel happy... It would be better if you could stop yawning, Mr. Knight Commander."
Glancing at Norman who was still yawning next to him, Aesop walked through the crowd that dispersed automatically and stroked his beard.
"Huh? Sorry, last night I..."
Norman yawned again, tears even appeared in the corners of his eyes. He reluctantly opened his eyes, and just as he was about to come up with the same old excuse, he was interrupted by Aesop.
"Sleep late, sleep late, I know what you are going to say, young Mr. Knight Commander."
He blinked ambiguously.
"I also had such an experience when I was in my twenties, oh, it was really a very indulgent time, Alice in 'Twilight Tavern', Valando in 'Hotel Lanshe'..."
Seeing that the old man was about to fall into nostalgia for the past again, Timothy cleared his throat, forced himself into the conversation, and introduced Lucy to them.
"Ahem, cough, cough, you two, this is Lucy, the apprentice of the breeding house. She is also a child of our knights. She is attending the dinner with President Dean today."
Norman lowered his head and glanced at Lucy, who was no taller than his thighs. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say hello, but he yawned again.
"Hello, kid."
He covered his mouth and nodded to Lucy.
Lucy, who was infected by Norman and wanted to yawn, suppressed the inexplicable urge and gave him a knight's salute. It was not a standard gesture, which made the young knight captain yawn again.
Aesop on the side was looking at the box and the Falling Star Hair Demon with a pair of already somewhat cloudy eyes.
"What an amazing life."
After looking at it for a while, he sighed sincerely.
"They come from the same origin as Warcraft, but they don't have the chaos and madness of Warcraft at all. It's hard to believe that they are actually the descendants of those guys."
This speech attracted Lucy's attention. She raised her head and found that there was a small magic circle in Aesop's eyes.
Squares, stars, and circles, the three basic elements that often appear in magic circles, are constantly being combined and changed in his eyes.
She looked fascinated.
"Judging from my eyes, the elemental composition in their bodies is very stable. That is the foundation of talent, and it also means that they are very suitable to become a spell caster."
"If we only talk about the structure of life, these little guys can be said to be the most outstanding ones I have ever seen."
Aesop finished using the analytical magic. He looked at Lucy who had come back to her senses and looked a little confused. He couldn't help but smile like a successful prank.
"What a beautiful masterpiece!"
Aesop Zhuangruo joked: "It's much more perfect than you and me."
Timothy frowned, "Your statement really sounds like a supporter of the 'elimination theory'."
"'Elimination theory'? There seems to be such a theory... Give me some time to recall..."
Aesop tried hard to find relevant memories from his already inflexible brain, "I remembered it! Do you think that Warcraft is the master of this continent, and we are just a stumbling block destined to be eliminated...?"
"That's what you want to say, right?"
Timothy looked at him deeply and said, "It seems that you are not very familiar with the 'elimination theory'."
"You have to understand an old man's occasional laziness, Mr. Timothy. I'm past the age of caring about these things."
Aesop half-closed his eyes and turned to the fallen star-haired demon who was trying to grab the box beard.
"But to be honest, judging from these children, maybe the Warcraft is really a more advanced race than us."
"Dean Aesop..."
"Ahem, cough, oh, this man is really old. He has forgotten everything he just said..."
After stroking two long beards that he regarded as treasures, Aesop slapped him. After dealing with Timothy's condemnation, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "My friend Kazag once said that the selective breeding of monsters is just a A beautiful misunderstanding, its biggest function is to mislead people to place undue hopes on the wrong path... But now I feel that maybe he is wrong."
Timothy stopped talking, and just looked at the fallen star-haired demon flying into the air with Norman waving his skirt.
While the people here fell silent, Dean had gradually approached Lucy's location. On the way, he passed by a man in a white suit.
It seemed that he was no different from the few people he had just passed by.
The man walked up to a woman in a red dress with a calm expression and handed her the wine glass in his hand.
"Mrs. Kayala, you seem to be very interested in familiars."
"Don't you think they are very smart? They are like children, very cute."
Kayala clinked glasses with the man and covered the lower half of her face with a crimson feather fan.
"It can also protect my safety. Oh my God, you can't even imagine how much danger I, a poor woman who lost her husband early, face every day."
As she said that, she raised her eyes expectantly and looked at the man, as if she wanted to hear something from his mouth.
However, the man just suggested: "We will leave the day after tomorrow. You can buy a magic pet before leaving and take it back to the manor..."
Kayala glared at him with a look of anger and resentment, and said without interest: "Forget it then, I have already raised a 'beast'. If there are any more, this thin body will not be able to bear it." …”
"Really? Then I have to rely on this 'beast' to take on the responsibility of protecting you."
The man squeezed her hand ambiguously, with a doting smile on his handsome face.
"Haha, I like this answer. Just let it pass, my dear..."
Finally getting a satisfactory answer, Kayala laughed so hard that she took a sip of the wine in the glass. The red liquid faintly revealed a sinful atmosphere under the refraction of the light.
Accompanied by the aroma of wine, Mrs. Kayala lovingly called out the name of the person in front of her.
"Mr. Morrison."
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