Campbell, Vlada, Frink...
Dean might not understand what those names meant, but if Timothy didn't, his years in the Order would have been in vain.
It was to the extent that if Rensak found out, he would be kicked out.
His scrutinizing eyes swept over those ordinary-looking names. Timothy's brain was running rapidly, but he couldn't find any relevant information.
It shows that these few are most likely ordinary members.
Even the name conveys an aura of being ignored.
However, when this simple name is connected with the surname that follows, the meaning changes.
The fingers holding the letter swept over several highlighted surnames, and Timothy's eyes gradually became complicated.
These surnames, without exception, are all famous nobles, and there is at least one legendary strong man in the family.
If converted into Sigrid's energy rating, she is a professional level six or above.
It's someone from the previous District 13, and it's impossible to recruit someone.
Timothy raised his head and looked at the devil floating fish passing by in the sky. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
It is no exaggeration to say that in the more than ten years he has served in District 13, he has never seen the names of so many big people linked to District 13.
Timothy even thought that he would have to wait until this place was breached, Lensak stepped down, and the major forces were fighting for power before he would have the opportunity to encounter such a scene.
Who would have thought that Dean would appear out of nowhere and bring chaos to Area 13 without anyone reacting.
Timothy's current mood is as if he saw a pot of soup that had been bland for more than ten years, and suddenly someone poured a large pot of seasonings and two mouse droppings into it. While making people curious about the taste of the finished product, And deeply fearful.
It was really a complete mess now.
He couldn't help but hold back a handful of bitter tears for himself.
First there was Lensak, and then there was Dean, who didn't stop. It wasn't enough for him to board one pirate ship, but he was actually cheated and boarded two pirate ships.
Thinking of this, Timothy sighed, and his steps became inexplicably heavier.
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In the next two days, the sales volume of the breeding house surprisingly remained at a level similar to the first day.
Many people who originally thought that the glory on the first day of the breeding house was the pinnacle were amazed.
Even Dean was surprised.
He tried hard to get used to his status as a rich man, but every day when he opened his eyes, he would usher in a day when his net worth would double. This kind of psychological pressure was really too much.
Dean felt that he still needed to take a breather, so on the afternoon of the third day, he hung a sign that low-level magic pets were sold out at the door of the breeding house.
In order to prevent outsiders from continuing to rush to the breeding house in confusion, Dean also specially found someone to pass the news on.
After lamenting his kindness and thoughtfulness, he had the foresight to stop working early.
As expected, not long after the breeding house closed, the news spread quickly, and there was a cry of lamentation.
Many people beat their chests and felt depressed that they had started too late.
The force of the slap on the chest made Wendy, who had just opened the window, think that she had hallucinated after staying up late last night.
She rubbed her eyes, and before looking again, there was a knock on the door.
Wendy could only temporarily put aside her doubts about the mutation of the human race, walked to the door, and opened the door for the visitor.
"Hello, Ms. Wendy!"
Sheela, a hotel employee, had a sleepy little medicine monkey hanging on her shoulders, and a hawk-beaked cat waving its tail at her feet, showing her the same bright smile as usual.
"This is?"
This combination was too eye-catching. Wendy's eyes fell on the two magic pets. She looked at Silla with a questioning expression.
Silla obviously didn't mind introducing her new partner to guests of the same age. She pinched the soft little medicine monkey's hand on her shoulder, shook it and said: "This is my magic pet Ruby, and the eagle's beak behind her is The cat is our boss’s pet.”
Wendy raised her eyebrows, "That Mrs. Melly?"
Sheila was not surprised. She knew how frugal her male boss was. She shook her head and denied, "It's Mr. Tanzanian. After Mrs. Mellie became pregnant, she has been refusing to see him, saying that she often looks at ugly... not-so-good-looking people." , the child will also become... unattractive in the future..."
Sandora's mouth twitched while she was lying on the bed. She wanted to go over and ask her how ugly "ugly" was, but as soon as she raised her body halfway, Wendy sent her back with a glare.
She obediently made a sewing gesture, then leaned back and lay back on the bed, placing her hands on her abdomen with a peaceful expression.
Wendy turned her attention back, and the stingy boss's face appeared in her mind, as if he hadn't sold it in the last era, and this era he was smashing it again, and she didn't know what to say for a while.
She could only ask, "So Mr. Tanzan felt lonely and bought a... cat?"
Silla continued to shake her head, "In fact, the husband bought this magic pet for his wife. He was worried that he could not be with his wife all the time and she would be in danger, so he decided to buy one to protect his wife. "
Hearing this reason, Wendy also had a bit of surprise on her face.
As far as she knew, although there was a hotel and a restaurant in Tanzania's name, due to mediocre business, he could only be considered as having enough food and clothing, and he was definitely no match for a rich man. A hawk-beaked cat, to him, It's definitely not a small amount of money.
She sighed for a moment, then looked down at the hawk-beaked cat.
"Then why is it here?"
Silla blinked at her, covered her mouth and smiled: "The hotel business has been surprisingly good these two days. Madam saw that we were busy and couldn't get away, so she took the initiative to send the hawk-beaked cat out and said let us come and ask. Whatever everyone wants to eat, it will buy today’s dinner.”
Of course, that's the case in name. Everyone just needs to understand the little intention of showing off behind the scenes.
"Can it also buy groceries?"
"certainly!"
Silla replied in a tone that made Wendy think she had done something rude.
"They're very smart!"
As if to cater to these words, the eagle-winged cat turned its eyes and glanced sideways at Wendy.
This expression she learned from Garfield made her scalp numb, and she subconsciously apologized: "I'm sorry, I don't understand very well..."
Sheila smiled and explained in detail: "The higher the level of a demon pet, the better its understanding. At the level of an eagle-billed cat, it can basically understand all languages that are not too complicated."
"Forget about the B-level eagle-winged cat, even my rupees can be used to buy things by myself."
"Although it got lost, I wrote it the address of the hotel and told the child to ask the Lord Knight for directions. It obeyed and found it by itself after only asking once."
"That's really unusual..."
Looking at the proud little medicine monkey, Wendy felt quite complicated for a moment.
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