The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

David's words woke up the people in his dream, especially the poor high elf prisoners of war.

For a moment, it seemed as if a brilliant golden mountain was piled up in front of their eyes.

It was just the first time for some people to know that the recovery potion they usually used as combat preparation materials was actually extracted from dragon dung, and their faces immediately turned pale.

But because his slave master is a dragon, he can only endure it one by one, and can't help but make a gurgling sound in his belly.

"Is the anger potion similar?"

"Yes, most of the anger mixtures currently circulating on the market are mostly made from red embers stolen from the territory of the Crimson Disaster nine years ago. And because of the bloody massacre and the elves in the Crimson Disaster, With the subsequent sea ban policy, these two medicines are now barely enough except for the military, and the prices on the market can only be said to be quite impressive."

Zhuoer's answer made David, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, still have his brain shut down.

It's really a piece of fucking shit that feeds the entire mainland.

Seeing that David's heart seemed to be moved, Zhuoer was a little worried that he would slap his head again and come up with some idea that she wouldn't be able to do even if she risked her life, so she quickly added:

"But if you want to make these two urgently needed potions, everything else is not a problem. I even have the most rudimentary anger mixture formula in my hand, but there is a key problem that cannot be bypassed and is very troublesome."

David narrowed his eyes slightly, indicating that she had something to say quickly.

Zall quickly increased his speed again:

"That means we can't complete the mixture production in the camp or even in the Old World."

Before David could ask, she quickly explained the reason:

“These two, or most of the potions that directly act on magic and energy, are inseparable from the pollen of a plant called Centennial Incense as a raw material.

“At least in the formulas that Evgeny and I have, there’s no substitute for Centenario.

"But this kind of flower can only bloom in the New World, which is warmer and has abundant rainy seasons. And as its name suggests, it can only bloom after generations of breeding for nearly a hundred years. Once the roots are dug out, they will quickly wither.

"The most important thing is that its flowering period is very short, only half a month, and within three hours of collecting its pollen, the most important medium substance in it will slowly interact with the magic in the air. Combined, thus gradually losing its most valuable place.

"So whether we drow or high elves are making these potions, we build the potion workshop directly near the century-old fragrant flower field, and then collect pollen nearby to make potions immediately.

"Moreover, most of these pharmacy workshops are directly controlled by the military. Only a small number are controlled by the elven nobles. But these are basically the leading nobles and lords in the New World. It is basically difficult for ordinary people to access them. Such a hugely profitable industry.”

After Zhuoer finished speaking the words that were like a tongue twister, he felt that his brain was almost suffocated. He saw his master pondering for a moment and continued to ask:

"Who can make these two potions?"

Drow: "The mage under me can make the most basic mixture of anger, and Yevgeny masters the formula and production method of the latter."

"That's it?"

David looked in disbelief at the drow mage who immediately raised his head and chest after being mentioned by Siatt, wishing he could poke his nostrils into his paws.

He could understand the latter, but he really felt a little magical about the former.

"Yes, although her skills can only be considered amateurish, but with a serious pharmacist like Yevgeny here, I believe she will be able to master it soon."

The drow mage mistakenly thought that the boss praised her for being smart. As a pharmacy apprentice, she could quickly follow the high elves and transform into a regular pharmacist in her own right. She introduced herself with some excitement:

"Yes, yes, I learn things very quickly. Also, Master, my name is"

"Very good, do you have any way to get access to a certain elven territory where incense has been planted for hundreds of years?" David asked.

"I don't have it, but you do, Master." Zhuoer made a flattering riddle.

But as a red dragon, David doesn’t accept this trick at all:

".If you fart, hurry up."

".I mean it was among the high elves you captured before."

"Oh? Which one?" David asked.

The high elf Evgeni who was standing by was obviously struggling.

But this didn't stop the drow from trying to push a certain elf into the fire pit:

"That elf commander came from a famous family and was a blood relative of the Lord of Silver Wheel in Devensere. His name is:

"Ahmed."

"Bring them up wherever they are." David ordered.

A few minutes later, Ahmed was brought up with a man's head wrapped around his head.

David was shocked by the other party's honor on the spot and asked Siatt:

"Are you sure this isn't your drow? It's a high elf? Is it a fucking noble?"

"Well, he once offended your master before he surrendered, so this is the punishment he deserves." Zhuoer could only remind him cautiously.

Only then did David vaguely remember that it seemed that because the other party told the truth that it was impossible for the family to pay him a copper coin in that situation, he accidentally sprayed a wisp of dragon's breath from his nostrils in anger. Burned to the point of baldness

"Can it be fixed?"

With such honor as black as coal briquettes, the other party's family could not be suspicious before they actually saw the dead.

"You must use the 7th-level spell [Regeneration]. I know that a priest in a church somewhere in the New World can cast it, but he is very greedy. It may require a magic crystal worth at least a thousand gold coins."

This means that Zall may lose more than half of its gross profit from this transaction.

After all, it's a dead egg, and if it can be sold for hundreds of gold, it's considered a dragon.

Unlike a living dragon egg, one cost at least 10,000 to 60,000 yuan.

And a real dragon like David can make a drow become a rich man in one fell swoop.

But the business of selling compatriots is a bottom line and a red line. Even if he really loses his mind and goes crazy one day, he will knock himself out in advance.

David felt a little sick in his stomach when he heard this, but for the sake of more gold coins, he had no choice but to wag his tail:

“A problem that can be solved with gold coins is not a problem.

"By the way, after the matter is resolved, remember to find this guy and ask for double the money back, give him a full face, and charge some agency fees, which is not excessive."

As he spoke, he looked at the high elf Ahmed who was obviously excited and started to show off, but was pretending to be a sage:

"Then the question is, Mr. Ahmed, are you willing to take us to your family alchemy workshop and borrow some century-old incense to use in some artistic creations?"

Ahmed immediately took a deep breath, raised his head and said:

"Hmph, if you want Ahmed to join forces with you evil dragons, then you may have picked the wrong elf!"

David smacked his mouth. He was not angry even after taking the sobering potion. He just felt that it was boring and raised his paw:

"Drag him down and feed the white dragon."

Melfler, who was huddled in the corner, had not had time to be happy with the extra meal given by his master. The high elf who had previously looked ready to follow the sages immediately knelt down and said with a shy face like a black daisy:

"You can see the elves very accurately~

"As long as you allow me to return to the family,

"Ahmed can do whatever he wants.

"My respected master!"

David didn't even bother to look at the cartilage. He looked at Zhuoer and asked:

"How long will it take for the blooming period of Centennial Incense to arrive?"

"A month and a half."

"Well, then get ready, let's catch two more dragons and bring them back."

"." Everyone present was silent.

Sure enough, the idea of ​​a red dragon master.

It really looks the same for a while, will it never be the same again?

But who makes him stronger is their master.

Just bear with it.