He opened the small wings of the eagle-winged cat again and checked the development.
Unlike the normal eagle-winged cat, the wings of this shining eagle-winged cat are also orange.
Compared with the huge body, these small wings are inconspicuous, and when they are contracted, people will directly ignore their existence.
After Dean unfolded it, he discovered that the wingspan of these wings was about one and a half times as long as his hand, which was already a well-developed level among the Eagle-billed Cats.
Although the feathers are a little sparse, this is because he was just born and has not yet fully grown, so it is not a developmental problem. In addition, the development of bones and muscles is quite normal and there is no problem.
It is a pair of excellent wings above the standard line.
It's a pity that it still can't support the weight of the eagle-winged cat. If nothing happens, it probably won't be able to use it in this life.
While Dean was checking, the Red Moon Team also came to the breeding room with yawns.
Because of their professional characteristics, most of their members need to practice meditation. In the past two days, because the energy concentration in Area 13 was not high, several people extended their practice time in order to achieve the same effect as before, and their mental strength was inevitably affected. had an impact.
With two dark circles under his eyes, Silur said hello to Dean, and then turned his attention to the hawk-winged cat.
"Is this a new familiar?"
He looked at those golden round eyes for a moment, and his gaze shifted to the eagle-winged cat, which was affected by gravity and dropped to a body of fat in the soft cushions.
This...just the speed problem is enough to drag this demon pet to death, right?
Silur touched the back of his head, showing a hesitant expression.
It didn't sound good to say this, but he felt that Dean, the familiar, should be regarded as a failure in selective breeding.
Although it looks pretty cute, is chubby, and feels good to the touch, it’s cute and can’t be eaten, so what role can it play?
There are no sharp claws, no sharp beak that can peck open the prey's skull, and even the tail looks soft.
Silur really couldn't see what means this eagle-billed winged cat could use to attack.
Isn't it going to be positioned as a pet sales business?
He frowned disapprovingly.
It's not impossible.
As far as he knew, before Dean appeared and rectified the name of breeders, there were indeed many breeders who specialized in pet breeding.
Most of them have no real talent and knowledge, and they feel that they can't breed any powerful magical beasts, so they might as well try other routes, so they specially breed some cute and docile selective magical beasts and sell them as pets.
I actually made a lot of money.
Although real professionals look down on them, there are always some aristocratic ladies who are not short of money. They like these kind of selectively bred monsters that are not threatening and lovable. Seeing how cute they are, they take advantage of them and buy them back as pets. Nurture.
And this is also the reason why breeders have a very poor reputation in the eyes of some people.
R'lyeh City even received an anonymous report requesting the closure of all shops selling pet monsters. Although it was unsuccessful in the end, it caused quite a stir that year.
Looking at the eagle-winged cat in front of him, Silur inevitably thought of those pet monsters back then.
But he didn't think Dean was the kind of person who would do such a thing.
Besides, there is no need for him to breed pets.
Not short of money.
Recalling the way the other party took out eight thousand gold that day, Silur felt a subtle sourness in his heart.
Not only was he not short of money, he was extremely rich.
A little bit of it leaked out from between the fingers, and it was probably enough for their team to feed for a month.
A series of associations made Siryur stare at the hawk-winged cat for much longer than the others. Coupled with the puzzled expression on his face, Dean could guess what Siryur was thinking at a glance, but he He pondered for a moment, but had no intention of explaining.
Because he noticed that the big golden eyes of the hawk-beaked cat next to him turned to the left, forming a very scary expression against the changes in light and shadow.
It seems that it doesn't need anyone else to help it stand out at all.
Dean thought distractedly.
In fact, speed does not necessarily depend on physical fitness.
Not to mention that this guy's speed potential is not low. Even if he doesn't have this potential, if he uses telekinesis to fly, the speed will not be slower than normal flying when strong telekinesis is invested.
It's completely possible to become a different world...Gafycat?
Amused by the homonymous joke that suddenly appeared in his mind, Dean cast a pity look at Silur, then gestured to the apprentices behind him, asking them to kill the two monkey monsters born last night. Bring pet.
Soon, Lucy and Ronan were back in the living room, dressed like little monkeys.
Dean picked two Fuling monkeys and handed them to Silur, who subconsciously reached out to pick them up, but could not wait for the little monkeys to come over.
After taking a closer look, I discovered that the two Fuling monkeys were hugging Dean's hand tightly, even their tails were wrapped around it, and they refused to let go.
The look on his face that he was afraid to avoid Silur made his teammates gloat about his misfortune.
Naiyafala even laughed out loud in shame.
Silur reached forward unbelievingly, trying to pull the two little monkeys off Dean's hands, but before he could touch them, he heard the two Fuling monkeys making frightened sounds.
Dean retracted his hand obediently, avoiding Silur's touch.
"how……"
Silur looked at him confused.
Before he finished speaking, there was a cough.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
Silur patted his chest, his face flushed, and he actually choked on his own saliva.
For a professional, such a situation would be rarer than the sun rising from the west.
Monet looked at him in surprise, as if it was the first day he met his captain. The other team members also cast strange looks.
Silur was speechless and could only cough while looking around for something that could be used to suppress his cough.
In the end, Lucy couldn't stand it any longer, so she poured a glass of water and handed it to him, suppressing Silur's cough.
The coughing gradually disappeared, and Silur held the teacup sheepishly. Half of his face was red from coughing, and half was from the embarrassment of making a fool of himself.
Dean glanced at a certain eagle-winged cat sitting on the mat as if everything had nothing to do with it, and he probably understood the effectiveness of its talent.
But the cough doesn't seem as severe as the fall?
Dean glanced at Meng En, who suddenly regained his composure, and wondered whether it might involve the determination of "whether it would cause real harm."
There is also the weird reaction of the Fuling Monkey. It is probably because he noticed something, so he rejected Silur's approach.
