Mechanical Doctor

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"Powell, can you tell what profession this is? Or what style it is?"

Faced with Manolin's question, Powell rolled his eyes.

"You ask me, who should I ask? I'm not an encyclopedia. How can I know all the planes in this world?"

Ignoring the unreliable Powell's rolling eyes, Manolin continued to dissect the dragon head.

As a doctor, he was quite interested in the person and technology who made this five-headed dragon.

Although Powell angrily accused the guy who made the five-headed dragon of wasting materials, Manolin thought that the maker's technology was still very powerful.

The reason is that the five-headed dragon made by the maker is a real living creature, not an undead creature or a mechanical creation.

Whether it is Powell's undead creature or Manolin's own mechanical creation, these things actually have a flaw.

The flaw is that these things are essentially dead things, and they lack autonomous growth.

Almost all the undead have their levels fixed the moment they become undead again. If they want to become stronger, they can only upgrade through rituals, physical transformation, fusion and other methods through professions such as [Funeralist] and [Undead Constructor].

Of course, there are exceptions among the undead, such as some naturally born undead, whose bodies have not been fully "awakened" at the beginning of "awakening". Such undead may still upgrade themselves after the precipitation of time and environment.

The mechanical creation is similar. When it is manufactured, the materials used, the magic patterns engraved, and the design carried out determine its upper limit.

If no one upgrades it, then it will never be able to break through this upper limit.

But this time the five-headed dragon is different. He is a real living creature, and Manolin can feel that although he has five heads, there is no problem with his soul.

In other words, he is a creature with growth potential.

And it is amazing to be able to do this simply.

"Where is the mastermind behind this? I really want to meet him."

After sighing, Manolin looked at his watch and found that it was time for dinner. He cleaned up the scene quickly and called Powell to have dinner together.

He was still looking forward to the dragon beast banquet tonight.

Before leaving, Manolin also glanced at the meat of the five-headed dragon on the operating table, and a look of regret appeared in his eyes.

In fact, he had considered tasting the meat of this five-headed dragon.

However, considering that this thing was mixed, a lot of pure-blooded dragon flesh made this guy have the same poisonous flesh as the pure-blooded dragon, not to mention that this guy's level has reached the legendary level, making his body full of "pollution".

These two buffs are stacked together. Ordinary people, let alone eating it, even if they lick it, the final result is either immediate death or deformation into a monster.

Although Manolin, as a legendary strongman, is not afraid of these things, but it is better to be safe than sorry.

Although he claimed to be a gourmet who loved delicious food, he was not as good as the ancient Japanese who ate raw, unprocessed pufferfish.

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"Everyone has worked hard today, so I am going to give everyone a day off tomorrow!

So everyone can eat and drink as much as they want without any worries.

Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

"…"

On the deck of the [Pterosaur], piles of bonfires were lit, and beside the bonfires were various vegetables and dragon meat. The aroma of the dragon meat roasted by the flames tempted the taste buds of everyone present.

Manolin's brief speech fully aroused the emotions of the crowd. After all, real holidays and delicious food and wine are much better than those empty things.

Countless people picked up the barbecued meat beside the bonfire, just blew it simply, and stuffed it into their mouths. Even if they screamed from the burn, they were reluctant to spit out the meat in their mouths.

"The meat of the dragon beast is really as good as its reputation says. It tastes really good."

Tasting the meat of the dragon beast, Manolin continued to stuff it into his mouth while praising it.

"Huh? Why are those two red dragons eating it too?"

While eating, Manolin suddenly realized that the Desades siblings had also attended the banquet and were feasting on the meat of the dragon beast.

"Hey! Aren't you two from the dragon clan? Isn't it like cannibalism for you to eat the meat of the dragon beast?"

"Who said that? How can a dragon beast be compared to a noble dragon? ! !

You are slandering the dragon clan! I want to fight you..."

ZhengFedissades, who was working hard, heard someone treating dragons and dragon beasts as the same kind and was immediately angry and wanted to teach the other party a lesson. However, before he finished speaking, he found that the person who said this was Manolin standing in the distance.

This discovery frightened Fedissades.

Fedissades had great respect (fear) for Manolin. Not to mention that Manolin used his magical skills to save him and saved his life, even Manolin's strength alone was enough for him to be in awe.

"Mr. Manolin... I didn't know it was you..."

Looking at Fedissades who was hesitating, Manolin was not angry. After all, dragons are all so bad-tempered. Bullying the weak, greedy for money, vain and conceited have become the labels of these pure-blooded dragons. People like Fedissades are already good.

If it were those bad-tempered dragons, they would definitely have a dragon breath without thinking if they heard someone insulting their race.

After waving his hand to indicate that it didn't matter, Manolin continued to ask Fedisades:

"Don't these dragon beasts have the blood of pure-blooded dragons flowing in their veins? Then why are you two eating so happily?"

Fedisades scratched his red-painted mechanical head with his dragon claws, and said as if he was a little embarrassed:

"Actually, we didn't eat dragon beasts at first, but the meat of this dragon beast is really delicious, so..."

"... Good guys, you guys, if it tastes good, you should eat more, right? What Hannibal race per capita?"

Looking at the speechless Manolin, Fedisades quickly explained:

"We don't eat all kinds of dragon beasts. We won't eat those pure-blooded dragon beasts and their offspring."

Manolin found the bright spot and continued to ask:

"Uh, can you still tell which of the dragon beasts you released are your offspring?"

"I can't tell, but it doesn't matter if I don't know..."

While speaking, Fedisades tore off a thigh of a "roasted whole dragon beast" from the fireworks and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Well, you two brothers and sisters, enjoy your meal. I won't bother you anymore."

Manolin was really shocked by the concepts of these dragons this time.

Although he had long known that even different intelligent races had great differences in ethics and morals.

But seeing this kind of thing suddenly, he was still a little shocked.

But he thought about it again, there are cannibals among humans, so it’s not a big deal for the dragons to eat dragon beasts with their own bloodline...right?

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