The daily life of the breeding house soon returned to peace again, and the busy sales of magic pets during those three days seemed to be just a dream.
If it weren't for the suddenly empty breeding room, still reminding her of everything that happened a few days ago, Leinna would even have the illusion that nothing happened.
However, her sensitivity as an intelligence officer made her aware of the falseness of this peace.
Knowing that Dean would most likely not be curious about these things, Leina turned around and went back to her old club, asking for the information she wanted to know on the grounds that she wanted to know the situation.
Soon, she saw the turmoil hidden under the calm surface in the briefing she received from the exorcist.
That's right.
Holding the letter, Leina sighed secretly.
Father, like son.
She had been in the breeding house for so long that her brain had deteriorated.
It turns out that because those demon pets are of low level and I know them very well, I ignore their value to ordinary people.
It shouldn't be.
With a little force on her fingers, Leina reviewed her mistakes and temporarily put down her filter as an employee of the breeding house.
Putting aside this identity, she realized what she had missed while working hard in the breeding house.
Looking through the letter, Leina felt quite sad.
District 13 is still too remote.
Although a lot of people have come during this period, by comparison, it is still very closed. Coupled with the intentional actions of some people, the breeding house seems to be living within a natural barrier, separated from the excitement of the outside world. , there is a kind of calmness like nothing happened.
However, in fact, outside this pure land, the sensation caused by the Demon Pet is far from being as simple as it seems.
At least from this part of the information Leina obtained, it can be clearly understood that as the news spreads, the impact of the sale of this batch of magic pets has begun to gradually ferment throughout the entire human territory.
Leinna glanced at ten lines, flipping through the letters in her hand one by one, and soon reached the last one.
Her eyes slid all the way down, and when she landed on the last line, she stopped suddenly.
Seemingly seeing some shocking news, she raised her head and rolled her eyes twice. After thinking for a while, she gritted her teeth, picked up the letter, and ran in the direction of Dean.
…
At the same time that Leinna received the information, the "Council of Sages", the highest organization in R'lyeh City, was also holding a very solemn meeting.
This organization called the "Council of Sages" is composed of sixteen powerful saints who have been given the name of "Sages". Each of them has amazing knowledge and extraordinary abilities. status, and has made huge contributions to Raleye City and even the human race that are unimaginable by ordinary people.
Most of the time, as long as eight of these sixteen people are present, they can decide many things in Raleye City. Only when there is a major event that is related to the fate of Raleye City or the future of the human race, Only then will they gather.
Now, these sixteen people are holding a gathering meeting in the form of projection.
The sage sitting in the center looked at the plan in his hand and said slowly: "The next step is the energy detection and classification. After this period of testing, we have collected enough data. According to the comparison, the accuracy of the new equipment It has always been maintained at a very high level and meets the needs, allowing it to enter the promotion stage.”
"So we will fulfill our promise, and after stable production, we will assist Princess Sigrid and promote related items according to the previous proposal."
This is something that has already been decided. Now that we are talking about it, we are just informing them.
The fifteen sages nodded in unison, indicating that they had passed this resolution.
“Such an extremely talented lady.”
After nodding, a female sage combed the broken hair beside her ear and sighed.
The sage beside her echoed: "If she is willing..."
Before he could finish speaking, the sage sitting at the head of the table interrupted slowly: "The next thing..."
He pushed up the small glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the others.
"In the report submitted by Mr. Monet, it was said that the evaluation level of the 'Selected Breeder' was safe and it was recommended to be adopted. What do you think?"
A certain sage on his left said in a strange tone: "It's shocking. When did you learn to listen to other people's words?"
The old man used his narrowed eyes to glance at the sage who spoke through his small glasses.
"...I mean, it's really good practice."
Vaguely, someone laughed.
The serious expressions on the faces of the sages softened slightly. They looked at each other and began to communicate on this topic.
The old man touched his beard and waited patiently for them to finish their discussion before continuing: "If you have no objections, then there will be one more place in this certification qualification competition..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sage jumped out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"I disagree!"
The old man nodded and asked, "What's the reason?"
When it comes to finding faults, this sage is experienced in many battles, and he opens his mouth to do it.
"Magic pets are a new species, too unfamiliar to us, and they are descendants of Warcraft. It would be too hasty to make a decision just after confirming whether they are safe."
When giving this evaluation, he glanced at the old man specifically, as if to condemn his irresponsible behavior. However, when the other man turned his eyes and seemed to be looking over, he hurriedly looked away.
"I think we should use more time to confirm whether they meet the standards. This time period should be longer rather than shorter. The specific amount can be discussed again, but at least this time it is not suitable for them to participate in the qualification competition."
After expressing his opinion, he finally looked at the old man and said in a calm tone: "What do you think?"
The old man accepted it happily, "It's a very interesting idea. I can feel Mr. Thatcher's worry, which makes me also start to wonder if I am not thinking carefully..."
Hearing his wavering, Thatcher pressed his back against the back of the high chair. However, just when he thought things would not turn around again, the old man changed his tone and continued.
"But in fact, our observer gentlemen have bought back all the magic pets for us. We would like to thank Ms. Cassandra for her help. She personally tested all the magic pets. The results showed that they are controllable. of."
The sages looked in the direction of Cassandra. A female sage wearing a veil nodded slightly, confirming what the old man said.
"Of course, the three kinds of little monkeys were bought in the city."
The old man with a curved beard winked playfully and joked: "Always support your junior's business."
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