The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 140 140. Cracked

Working with personal emotions is quite undesirable, especially in a service-oriented occupation.

It can be seen that Betty restrained herself very much. Since she didn't express her emotions on the elf baby, she vented her anger on Luther, and Luther just chose to back down.

But when she vented her anger with the sackcloth, Luther felt a little unreasonable. He could hear that the key to the conflict between her and the sackcloth was "profession" and "hobbies".

Luther feels that this is actually a difficult matter to judge right from wrong. Breeding is an industry that requires a lot of energy and love, and also values ​​technology and experience.Formal academics look down on enthusiasts who have no diplomas and certificates from practical backgrounds. They may appear in any industry. The key point is to see whether the "enthusiasts" are experienced or not.

If you insist on this kind of thing, Betty's behavior can be understood as caring for the elf babies, fearing that they will have problems due to improper breeding, and the starting point is good.

But it’s impossible to work with Mai for so long without knowing Mai’s ability to work. If she doesn’t have that ability, why should Mai apply for the job?
When Luther decided to say something, Mai poked his head in, hugged Little Sun Coral, froze for a moment, her eyes swept back and forth between Luther and Betty, and she keenly noticed that there was some gunpowder between the two.

Mai is very clear about what Luther's actions mean. Every time Luther is angry, he tries not to look at people. He is afraid of being angered by other people's expressions, and once he is angry, he will become very cold and mean.

Luther lowered his head and fed oranges to Marylou and Lalulas. He heard the voice of Mai to comfort Sun Coral, and took a breath to calm down.

"Can you show me around your breeding house?"

Luther wanted to leave Betty as soon as possible. According to Betty's character of life and death, he must distinguish right from wrong. Sooner or later, he would be forced to take sides on the question of whether it is better to be a professional or an amateur.

And Luther thought it was too stupid.

Leaving the lounge and passing through the hatching area of ​​the breeding house, Mai took a bunch of small keys and opened the room she was in charge of.

This is a room of about ten square meters. There is a thin layer of red blanket on the floor. There are some small toys on the blanket, and there are some building blocks scattered beside it, as well as a small seesaw.

The first impression after the elves hatch, the first contact is actually very important. Compared with the cold house and being surrounded by a group of people, Mai feels that a quiet environment with relatively soft colors will give these children a hazy sense of peace of mind about the world.

There are only two elf eggs in the room, and there was a sun coral before.

The remaining eggshells of Sun Coral are still in the corner of the room.

"Some owners have a hobby of collecting. They think it is a very commemorative thing to keep the hatched eggshells of the elves, so we clean the eggshells and put them in the room when they come back to collect the elves and ask if they want to take them away."

Mai explained, picked up the brown-red eggshell, and put it in Luther's hand.

The eggshell thickness of Sun Coral is about half a finger. As for the hardness, Luther did not dare to try hard. After all, according to Mai, the owner of Sun Coral might take it away.

Because of the hot weather, the non-hatching areas of the breeding house are all turned on with air-conditioning, so the heating is relatively turned on in the hatching area to control the temperature.

No wonder Mai was sweating all over just now. It is not too uncomfortable to check the elf eggs in the room and record the data in such a stuffy weather.

An elf egg with warm yellow patterns and an elf egg with light black patterns were wrapped in a blanket and stood in the center of the room. Sackcloth poured in a basin of water from the outside, and then quickly closed the door.

Luther stood by the door, enjoying the air-conditioning that came in when the door was opened, and happily "ah" with the elves.

Mai wetted the water with a towel, and then carefully wiped the elf egg.

"What are you doing?" Luther was a little puzzled.

"Oh, the room temperature has been set. Generally speaking, this temperature is the most suitable temperature for elf eggs to hatch, but considering that the heating cannot be cut off, the room is too dry, so we need to give them some water from time to time."

It sounds cumbersome...

After wiping, Mai took out the water basin again and put it outside the door, bringing it in again when it is needed next time.

Luther noticed that Silly Hippo had been slowly circling the two elf eggs, swaying, jumping up and stomping his feet every time he walked around, making moderate noises, and his posture was very funny, completely different from his usual self.

"The walking posture of the hippopotamus is so unbearable..."

When Luther saw the posture of the dumb hippo, he thought of the famous expression for a while, "I walked like this last time, and I was beaten seven times in one night."

Mai wiped off his sweat, raised his head, took out an orange from the bag and peeled it to Hippo. Seeing him opening and closing his mouth in a daze, Mai smiled and explained: "Actually, this is a method that I don't know if it will work."

"I've always thought elf babies who were placed in nurseries and hatched without elves by their side were lonely."

Luther was stunned.

"Say it, don't laugh at me." Mai saw the expression on Luther's face, and continued, "Imagine, when you first became conscious, the surroundings were pitch black, there was no sound, and you started to break free from the things that bound you, only to find that the surroundings were very hard, and everything you did was in vain."

"This kind of attempt will last for a long time, but their power is too small, so small that we can't even detect it, and every time they accumulate power to launch a shell-breaking operation, they are often ignored because the person who raised him is not around."

"There is a statistic in the academic circles, about [-]% of the elf eggs that hatch successfully, and [-]% are dead eggs. They have no right to see the world quietly end their lives in the eggshell."

The topic was unexpectedly heavy. Thinking about it, how could the hatching success rate be [-]%. Compared with the huge number of elves in this world, [-]% dead eggs is actually a very scary number.

"There must be someone to accompany them. Although the academic circles say that the elf babies who are still in the eggshell are actually very average in their own abilities, it is difficult to hear the voices of the outside world, but what if..."

"If one of them hears it, he will always gain some courage. He will always know that someone is with him. After the most difficult time, he can finally listen to this external voice and see the moment of this world with his own eyes."

Can solitude kill elves?
Luther was silent for a while, then carefully handed the elf egg in his hand to the lucky egg, and then clapped his hands. He felt that only in this way could he be worthy of Mai's efforts.

Everyone's breeding method is different, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Except for the traditional data, the rest is based on their own experience. Through a lot of practice, they will eventually form a new genre and knowledge.

Luther didn't know whether the breeder circle would find Mai's practice ridiculous, but Luther didn't think it was funny, it was a respect and love for life, and those who could laugh were probably not qualified to be breeders.

Seeing Luther clapping vigorously, the sackcloth blushed, made an excuse to get some drinks for Luther and the elves, put the documents aside, and fled out of the room.

Luther squatted next to the two elf eggs, and compared them back and forth with his own elf eggs.

Luther reached out and touched the elf egg with a light black shell. He found that the texture of this elf egg had a feeling of ink painting, which was very charming, and he couldn't help it.

"Crack..."

Luther was stunned.

The place where Luther touched, cracked...

(End of this chapter)