This is also what Silur is thinking about.
It’s just that we haven’t come up with a reliable answer yet.
He spread his hands and said irresponsibly: "This... I haven't thought about it yet."
Monet showed an unexpected expression.
"Then it can't be called a plan, it can only be called...an idea."
Naiyafalla snorted softly from her nostrils, "Or thoughts."
"It took you an afternoon to come up with an idea. It's really good."
"It's very efficient."
Another female teammate, Noanti, sighed silently.
She reached out and took hold of Naiyafala's wrist.
Because the distance was too close, Naiyafala, whose attention was not on Noanti, had no chance to react, and she succeeded.
The moment the two people came into contact, cyan light suddenly lit up.
On Noanti's skin, which was covered by long sleeves and trousers and covered with various totem patterns, a cyan butterfly-like totem lit up from the edge of the wings, and then like a butterfly fluttering, the cyan light moved along the The wings quickly spread toward the center, dyeing the entire butterfly cyan, emitting a faint light.
Several rays of cyan light condensed from the strange patterns composed of various runes, wrapping Naiya Farah.
Under the influence of the power of the totem messenger, her complicated emotions were quickly soothed, and her originally agile eyes became silent at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Monet pretended not to notice Noanti's little move, and suggested to Silur: "He seems to be very interested in the magical beasts we brought. Can you start from this aspect?"
Silur, who also didn't want to care, tried his best to keep his head at an angle and analyzed it very conscientiously.
"That's what I thought at first... But there is no technical content in transporting Warcraft from R'lyeh City. Anyone can do it. Compared with others, we are just one step faster at most."
Silur doesn't like to belittle himself, but the fact is...
"We are not irreplaceable."
"There are too many choices in breeding houses. They just don't have a good reputation now and others can't find a way."
"To put it bluntly, they are like sleeping dragons. Treasures that have not yet been exposed. Although they are temporarily covered in dust, their value remains unchanged. We are just porters competing for the top position."
"Any team can replace us. Maybe they think we are not ambitious enough and think that letting others take action can capture more Warcraft."
Monet turned his head slightly, as if he wanted to look at Meng En, but after hesitating for a moment, he still took care of his neck.
Silur saw through what he meant, glared at him, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Insufficient funds, insufficient experience, and insufficient strength. To be honest, I really can't think of any advantages we have in this regard."
Dean may have watched too much World of Warcraft, and he has also developed a certain eye for people. His judgment is very accurate. The overall conditions of the Red Moon Team can only be regarded as ordinary.
There are no outstanding talents, and the team members do not have deep backgrounds. Compared with ordinary teams outside, the overall level of the Red Moon Team is definitely much higher, but in Raleye City, there are so many talents. There is nothing special about this place.
There are too many teams at the same level as them, and the Red Moon Team cannot even be ranked.
It can be seen from the treatment that Raleye City has always issued subsidies based on team ratings. Those truly famous teams will not be short of financial support at all. Even if they do not accept the mission, they will stay in Raleye City for a long time. A few years, no problem.
But the Red Moon Team is so short of money that they can make extra money, which shows what level they are at.
Although there is also a reason why the team members are not economical enough, but if they were not rich themselves, no matter how lavish they were, they would not be able to purchase Warcraft on behalf of others.
Cyril held his forehead in worry, and together with Monet, they thought about what else they could do to impress Dean.
He thought for a long time, but he didn't think of anything useful to say, and even poured a bucket of cold water on himself.
"Actually, even if we persuade him, our funds will still be a problem."
Silur calculated with his fingers: "I also plan to find someone to design the surrounding styles, and then purchase a batch of high-quality materials for production. This will cost a lot of money for design, materials, and handwork... Expenses, minus these, the principal we can use to buy the water monkey is not too abundant..."
The result is not only the impression of poverty, but also stinging.
Silur leaned back on the chair and let out a long sigh.
"I feel that the only advantage of our team is that as the captain, I am pretty good-looking."
He touched the side of his face and said with sad eyes: "I don't know if President Dean has any thoughts about the beautiful boy..."
After expressing his untimely narcissism, Silur also casually criticized his teammates.
"It's a joke to say it. I'm the only one in this huge team who can barely watch. You should reflect on yourselves when you go back. Didn't there a transformation master want to conduct an experiment on appearance adjustment two days ago? Otherwise, wait until you get back. I will sign up for you in the future and send you all in for a try to see if you can still be saved..."
Except for Meng En, the five people who were still awake looked at each other and strangely read the same emotions in each other's eyes.
Noanti let go of Naiyafala's hand and looked at the corner as if nothing had happened. Monet also walked to the kitchen silently, preparing food that would reduce swelling.
For a moment, the only sounds left in the living room were Meng En's snoring and Silur's exclamation, which was only half a beat later.
"What are you doing...don't slap me in the face!"
…
The Red Moon Team's first night in Area 13 was quickly spent in fruitless discussions and Silur's screams.
Early the next morning, Meng En completely sobered up and got up early to exercise as usual. In order not to disturb his teammates, he deliberately found an open piece of land. After finishing, he stopped by the breeding room.
Lucy and Ronan, who had returned from shopping for groceries, welcomed him into the living room. They asked Mun En to sit down and rest first, and then rushed into the kitchen without stopping.
While Mun En spurned Dean's style of a black-hearted boss who exploited child labor, he wandered around the living room with his hands behind his back.
Soon, his eyes were fixed on the incubator that suddenly appeared in the corner, and the round thing in the incubator.
"What's this?"
Meng En asked subconsciously.
"The egg of the new familiar."
Dean yawned and walked slowly down the stairs.
