Otherwise, wouldn’t it be that people have taken advantage of it in vain?
Dean only came back to this point later. Paul III specifically asked the maid to take him to see the World of Warcraft. In addition to wanting to elicit the long paragraph just now, he probably also wanted to judge the Warcraft through his reaction. Case.
After all, it is a special individual born accidentally under the influence of the Messiah's rainbow light. Because the situation is so rare, it may be difficult for researchers to determine its condition.
It is reasonable for Paul III to turn to Dean, a professional.
This fully demonstrates the recognition of the value of his status as a breeding authority.
Dean felt subtly flattered by being recognized by his enemy.
However, the Dead Lacquer Flower Spirit and the Ancient Tree Elf are not the same species after all, especially the existence of the variable Messiah Rainbow Light, which brings uncertainty to the Dead Lacquer Flower Spirit. The differences between the two are definitely more than It's as simple as color and appearance. Dean is actually not sure whether the experience he gained from the ancient tree elves can be applied to this special monster.
Fortunately, the system still has the details. According to the information it gives, Dean can confirm that the current situation of the Dead Paint Flower Spirit is relatively stable. It is in a very wonderful balance. Unless there is interference from external forces, causing The balance is broken, otherwise it will not change much in the future.
This situation is somewhat similar to the dormant period, and it is not easy to wake up. Generally speaking, the death paint flower spirit at this stage is not very dangerous, and there is no need to worry too much about its physical condition.
That's why Dean dared to stand in front of it without warning and observe it. He also picked a small piece of flower branch and sealed it in the maid's ice box.
As for Paul III, it was from his dull reaction that he saw this, so he was completely relieved and made the decision to carry out the plan.
It's equivalent to taking advantage of Dean's judgment, and then turning around and disgusting him. This kind of behavior, to use a Blue Star saying, is not related to people at all.
The indifferent Paul III took a sip of tea and looked at the two people in front of him who didn't know what they were thinking. He was also a little tired. After simply explaining the rest of the things in one breath, he excused his lack of energy and asked them to leave. In the heart of the lake.
Once again stepping onto the luxurious corridor of the palace, Dean followed Lensak, walking outside like a programmed machine. Judging from his facial expression, he seemed to be very calm, but in his head, something had already begun. I'm wandering far away.
While thinking about how to intercept the dead lacquer flower spirit, he took mechanical steps under the guidance of the maid.
When the two of them arrived at the entrance of the palace and were about to end their one-day tour of the palace, the maid suddenly took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to them.
"This is the letter that Her Royal Highness the Princess asked me to deliver to you."
One envelope per person, Dean took the envelope, put a little pressure on his fingers, and looked at the contents, which were obviously much thicker than Lensak's, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
After collecting the letter, the two said goodbye to the maid, took the ice box and returned to the reception area.
Lensak opened the door and immediately opened his envelope and took out the letter paper inside. Dean, who was one step behind him, wanted to be more stable and settled it first. Ice box, then took the letter, came to the desk, and cut the security seal on the envelope.
There was nothing too important in it, except for a piece of letter paper that recorded some small things mentioned in the last communication between the two, and a very luxurious-looking invitation letter.
It's also responsible for why envelopes are so full.
Dean unfolded the invitation letter, which was written by Sigrid herself, asking him to meet at the Hassan Auction House in District 1 tomorrow morning.
Dean knew this auction house, one of the landmark buildings in District 1.
It is said to be the most powerful auction house within the territory of the human race, with all kinds of rare treasures in it.
Of course, matching its reputation is the "pickiness" of this auction house. This Hassan auction house is only open to guests with VIP cards. Without cards, no matter what their identity background is or how powerful their connections are. , they all refused to entertain.
This style of recognizing cards but not people perfectly satisfies the vanity of some people, and has therefore become one of the famous features of the auction house.
Dean also inquired about the conditions for issuing VIP cards. Unfortunately, this thing is completely determined by the auction house's own evaluation. Outsiders have no idea on what basis they choose customers.
But I also know that holding a certain amount of assets is definitely the most basic threshold. After all, people without money, even if they have a card, will not make themselves uncomfortable by going to the auction house.
Only rich people, after getting the card, can exert the true effect of this card.
Of course, just like the rich, there are even richer people. Holding a VIP card is just the basic requirement for entering the auction house. There are other levels above.
It is said that if you reach a certain level, you can also bring people in without a card.
The reason why Dean knew this was because he heard about the existence of this auction house a few days ago and wanted to go in and have a look, so he asked Lensak and heard what he heard from him, but unfortunately, the leader The level requirements are relatively high, and Lensak is not high enough, so he can only go in by himself, and cannot take Dean with him.
So Dean had no choice but to give up.
Unexpectedly, there was a bright future in another village, and Lensak's road was blocked, but Sigrid sent an invitation.
It can be considered as a small regret for him.
With a little curiosity, Dean went to the appointment on time the next morning. As soon as he arrived at the door, he was stopped by the maid Sigrid had specially left behind. She got the invitation letter from Dean and asked the guard at the door. After showing it around, he led the people to Sigrid's exclusive room.
"Your Highness, President Dean has arrived."
The maid knocked on the door, and after getting permission from the person inside, she opened the door and made a "please" gesture towards Dean.
Dean walked into the room. The luxurious interior made him dizzy for a moment. His uncomfortable look fell into Sigrid's eyes, earning her a tease.
"Hurry up and find someone to see our president. Why is he so young and unable to walk?"
The intimate jokes instantly eliminated the sense of distance between the two of them that had not seen each other for a long time. Dean gradually regained the feeling of corresponding with his pen pal on weekdays, and his posture became much more relaxed.
"After staying in R'lyeh City for so long, you have gained a lot, right?"
He sat down opposite Sigrid and took the initiative to speak.
"So be it."
Sigrid gestured to the maid to bring her some refreshments, and replied by the way: "The academic atmosphere in Raleye City is not comparable to other places. Standing on that land, It seems that even my head is moving faster than usual... Anyway, it is a very strange feeling, you will understand it when you go there."
In the answer that would be thought to be a speech from Versailles, there was no worry that Dean would not be able to go to R'lyeh City.
And Dean, who had high hopes, was not modest. He simply nodded and said, "Okay."
The maid came over with tea and set the table. After Sigrid watched her pour the tea, she waved her hand and made people retreat.
"And what I mentioned in the letter before..."
"Wait, I brought you my manuscript."
Knowing that Dean was thinking about his equipment, Sigrid sighed, pushed the materials she had prepared long ago, waited patiently for him to read them, then took them back and concluded: "The general idea We have everything, and if nothing else happens, it should be completed successfully before you leave."
After saying that, she seemed a little dissatisfied with Dean's attitude, glanced at him sideways and said: "Don't just care about your own things. President, have you selected and bred the top magic pet you told me about before? "
Dean remembered Edith, the mirror witch he had promised to give to Sigrid, and cleared his throat awkwardly.
There was no problem originally, but during this period, Sigrid helped him a lot... If he had to pretend that nothing was the same and continue to implement the plan, Dean would feel a little guilty.
"Ahem... I thought about it carefully and feel that this demon pet is still not suitable for you."
He tried to pull it off without revealing his plans.
"oh?"
Sigrid held her chin up and raised her eyebrows.
"I think what you wrote in your letter is quite good. The familiar called Edith, the Mirror Witch, is powerful, has potential, and is beautiful at the same time. It suits me very well."
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