Also because the energy concentration is too low, the number of permanent spellcasting professionals here has always been the lowest among the 13 areas.
Dean had asked Ryan this question before. The knight only said that the environmental conditions in District 13 were too poor, but this man really couldn't lie. Looking at his expression at that time, Dean knew that there was something inside.
As for the specific inside story, he was not interested. Dean only needed to know that the low energy concentration was an established factual condition.
The Knights can tolerate it, and other professionals who don't need to meditate can also ignore it, but Dean is not going to let this situation continue.
District 13 is now his base camp, and it is estimated that both parties will be bound together for a long time to come.
The conditions here are poor and unattractive, which is not a good thing for Dean.
At least it needs to be improved to a level that won't interfere with his business.
So before opening, he planned to breed another kind of magic pet to improve the energy concentration problem in Area 13.
This is a big project. Although it is not impossible to accomplish it overnight, the cost will be very high and it will take much longer. Dean does not have the time to spend it, so the best plan is to breed a low-level species. , the magic pet that can be bred in batches improves the energy concentration by compressing and purifying the free energy in area 13.
As for the current breeding house, S-level, A-level, B-level, C-level, D-level, and F-level all have corresponding magic pets, but E-level is still vacant.
Dean plans to carry out publicity work while looking for opportunities to fill this level loophole. It would be best to breed a type that can increase energy concentration. This will kill two birds with one stone and save the trouble of a second time.
Carrying Garfield to the table, Dean took out the drawings hidden in his fat flesh and unfolded them on the table.
Root knowledge consisting of hundreds of strange graphics and annotated text appeared before his eyes.
Dean looked at the element analysis diagram that took him a lot of time to summarize, and his eyes gradually became deeper.
Starting from the Hawk-winged Cat, Akaman Fish, Lady Green Rose, Little Medicine Monkey, Fuling Monkey... Dean's previous breedings were actually the application of these root knowledge.
It's just that at that time, he hadn't concluded it so clearly. He just used the naked eye to identify the structural similarities and then made tentative deductions.
Until now, all this has officially taken shape.
Using a quill to add the newly disassembled elements, Dean finished writing the notes at the end of the paper, then leaned over and blew on the half-dried ink.
Now, the last vacancy was filled.
Garfield used his forelimbs to support his heavy body, stuck his head out, and scanned the contents of the paper from top to bottom.
That serious look, as if he could understand, made Dean feel like he was being inspected by his boss for some reason.
He stretched out his fingers, flicked the fat cat's head, and dragged it back to his knees in the eyes of the other party's shocked eyes.
The deconstruction work is almost complete. According to the records on this drawing, all the familiars in the breeding room and the elements in the "field" can be deconstructed. Dean plans to use this as a basis to classify the groups, so that After the system is perfected, no matter how many magic pets are selected and bred, they can be clearly classified.
After folding the drawings again, Dean put it into his pocket, leaned back, and the old man's recliner immediately started to work swaying.
Dean closed his eyes, like a retired old man, looking indifferent to the world.
However, under such a peaceful appearance, what was tumbling in his mind was crazy ambition that ordinary people could not even imagine.
The deconstruction work has entered a pause stage. Starting from the last stroke that was just made, the meaning of all known elements has been fully implemented. When he compiles this knowledge into theory and puts it into use, the door to breeding will be completely opened. These direct The knowledge of the root will push the breeder to a higher realm.
But his ambitions don't stop there.
As the old saying goes in Blue Star, when people are full, they will want to wear warm clothes and long for a better life.
Desires progress layer by layer, from low to high, and ambitions will gradually expand.
Dean felt himself swell now.
In the past, he just wanted his family to have enough food and clothing, and to be able to make a living as a breeder, but after he really achieved his goal, Dean felt that it was not enough.
The higher he stands, the more he learns, and the more unknown puzzles follow.
The pillar of civilization, the foundation of the era, the lost "god level", the reason for his time travel, the origin of the system...
Only by continuing to climb up can he have the ability to reveal the answers to all this.
Opening his eyes, Dean hugged the cat, sat up from the recliner, and walked towards the hall.
He also needs some samples from the human race, preferably from professionals, to see if the rules he has learned from familiars can be applied to other races.
As for the reason...
If you want to buy a magic pet, it is reasonable to test the "fitness", right?
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The Red Moon Team left the next day.
Dean originally thought that the brochure would never be completed, but the result far exceeded his expectations.
Leina and Silur, one is more ruthless than the other.
Silur was cruel to himself, and Reinna was cruel to Silur. The result of both of them being cruel was that thousands of brochures were all drawn in just one night.
When Dean got it, he couldn't help but cast an admiring look at Silur.
I'm afraid this person has to be a pumper to be able to squeeze out such abundant emotions and instill them in his works.
The stacks of promotional brochures felt heavy when Dean carried them.
After handing over the brochure, the Red Moon Team left Area 13 with the golem and their pets on their shoulders.
When Munn left this time, Dean's performance was very lackluster.
He always felt that he would inevitably have the opportunity to see this old guy in the future, so he couldn't feel sad at all. Faced with his warm embrace, he only felt a touch of disgust.
Munn was very hurt by this.
However, the emotional aspect is not in place, and other aspects are a bit overflowing.
Dean picked out a well-developed eagle-winged cat and said he wanted to give it to him. Meng was so frightened that he took three steps back and sternly refused.
Even after Dean explained the Eagle-Cat's true talent, he couldn't change his mind.
Dean knew that his old friend had a strong sense of self-esteem, so he did not persist. Under Silur's distressed gaze, Meng En breathed a sigh of relief, and then stopped dawdling and climbed onto the shed of the second Golem car neatly. , sat down.
Monet was sitting on the roof of the car in front. The two of them faced Lucy and Ronan's doubtful gazes, feeling a suffocating embarrassment.
Seeing this, Silur was not in the mood to say any more polite words. He jumped onto the frog car and activated the frog golem while his teammates, who were overwhelmed by the monkeys, looked at him with hatred.
The two golem cars floated up one after another. Dean watched the three hundred little monkeys and Meng En on the roof go away, then turned and left.
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