The red dragon just wants to do whatever it wants

Chapter 54 Awake
"No."

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the first thing David did after returning to the dragon's nest and handing over the two new dragons, one red and one brass, to Drow for settlement was:

"Until a more effective way of trapping stray dragonlings is found, the plan will be postponed."

This efficiency is really too low, and the dragon-hunting equipment is seriously insufficient, David thought greedily.

This decision is tantamount to pouring cold water on all the elves who are secretly celebrating the success of their first hunt.

But apart from Tanya, who is the sister of the red dragon, no one present is qualified and dares to question the decision of being the master of the dragon's nest:
"But Brother David. Isn't it just over a month, and we brought back two real dragons?
"I heard Hiate and the others say that the drow in their previous ship had been busy in the Old Continent for several years before stealing more than forty dragon eggs. There is no guarantee that a few real dragons will be hatched if the enlightenment ceremony is carried out with huge sums of money."

Tanya's words were tantamount to blowing drow's shame pants, but drow has never been ashamed. Seeing Tanya, who is David's younger sister, open the mouth, Hiat immediately felt "extremely ashamed" Seconded:
"That's right, master, under your leadership, we brought back two young dragons who were wandering outside and had no food to eat in just one month.

"If such an exaggerated record is spread to the New World, it will probably cause a sensation.

"What's more, it has been proved that the dragon food you made can indeed achieve the strong trapping effect of disguised as snow worm secretions.

"So the biggest loophole in the current plan is probably because the trap marks of the dragon trap are still too obvious.

"We just have to find a way to overcome this problem."

Drow, who was speaking extremely fast, was still interrupted by David, who looked at Drow indifferently:

"Then have you thought of a way to overcome it?"

".No."

Even with the courage of Drow to commit crimes and steal dragon eggs, he can't guarantee that he can find a practical way.

There is no way, the baby dragon is also a dragon, except for the white baby dragon whose IQ is worryingly comparable to that of a wild beast, the IQ of other five-color dragons is generally comparable to that of adults when they just hatched.

No, it should be said that black whelps are roughly equivalent to adult humans.

The intelligence of the rest of the red, blue, and green dragonlings is already comparable to some smart people who are qualified to touch the threshold of the Faye.

If there is a scale, assume that the average adult has an IQ of 10, and red, blue, and green whelps must have an IQ of at least 14.

As for the white whelps, well, there are only about 5.

So even an idiot like Murphy who can speak out of the shell is probably already a genius among the white dragons who is close to returning to his ancestors.

But sometimes being eloquent does not necessarily mean being smart.

That was a bit clever at best.

In this regard, he was always able to see the dragon's heart and sympathize with his brother at the first time, and directly started the spell at the age of five.

It is precisely because of this that it may not take a while to find a way to efficiently capture this group of 'little clever ghosts'.

Facts have also proved that five-color baby dragons can survive in such a worrying growth environment and high elimination rate, and can maintain a [-]-[-] split with metal dragons in the general trend for a long time, and even achieve the superiority in combat power except for golden dragons , is not something that can be summed up by a simple luck.

With the current conditions, apart from the first young red dragon Lizlit who is very hungry and likes to be reckless, I am afraid that he can only catch the white dragon.

The key point is that Murphy Le, who is so smart, dangles in front of his eyes every day, and David really looks down on these idiots from the bottom of his heart.

Stupid, lazy, weak, how can a thief eat it.

Thinking of this, David became inexplicably angry, and became [furious]:
"Then what are you talking about, according to the current progress, it is purely a blind cat catching dead mice to try their luck, I am afraid that before we catch a few dragons, the gang of long ears in the New World will break out in an all-out war one day. "

"Master, you taught me a lesson! It's my short-sightedness." Drow said with a little shame.

But she also admits that this is the shortcoming of their race:
Whether it is drow or high elves, they are obviously long-lived species, but they are not open-minded in terms of vision or heart, otherwise they will not continue to repeat the history after experiencing countless historical lessons. Elegy.

The fact that imagination is skinnier than reality makes David a little inexplicably angry. He sticks out his tongue and spews sparks and asks:
"Made, is there anything that can calm me down temporarily, my throat is a bit dry."

David has long realized that this will also be a headache for dragons in the future:
As a red dragon, he is always limited by endocrine and always between violent and violent.

This may be fine in normal times, and it can even increase combat effectiveness, but when it comes to key decisions and evenly matched wars, as a leader, this is fatal for him.

All kinds of thoughts constantly pouring out of his mind can easily make him miss some key information and thinking that are close to the truth, thus making a big mistake.

"There are masters!"

Drow seemed to have thought of something, and immediately looked at the high elf Yevgeny.

Yevgeny, who was drooling at the corner of his mouth, immediately woke up from the state of trance, and was just about to hunt for death and life and shouted to kill me like in the past.

Hey!
With a snap of drow's fingers, the high elf, whose eyes became empty again, stepped forward immediately, and took out a blue potion bottle from the magnificent chest like drow, and presented it to David.

"It was named the potion of sobriety by the high elves. It is very effective for meditation, recovering part of the magic power, and even used to hedge against the side effects of anger potions, and it is not as strong as hallucinations and addictions like the magic potion independently developed by our drow. side effects, so its quality is widely recognized by various races in the New World, and its main material is generally extracted.”

Before Zall finished speaking, David took it in his claws and shook it, then threw the bottle into his mouth and swallowed it like chewing a liquid cap-in-cap, and immediately stuck out his tongue:

"Hiss, it's cool, like peppermint oil."

Immediately, he widened his eyes and asked:

"Hey, it seems to be useful, but it's not very big. Do you have any more? Bring me a box first. By the way, this thing is made of what you just said. Can we produce it ourselves?"

".Extracted from the feces of white dragons or silver dragons." Drow still didn't have time to finish his words this time.

".puff!"

The sobriety potion David had just swallowed was regurgitated in an instant, together with saliva spraying several elves all over their heads and faces, like Mr. Cao who had been force-fed nine turns of the large intestine, roaring in [rage]:
"You motherfucker say it again!!!"

Feeling that he would lose his life if he hesitated for another second, Zall hurriedly replied:

"I mean that it is generally extracted from the feces of white dragons or silver dragons, but higher quality ones are often extracted from their blood or even glandular fluid, the latter is what I just provided to you.

"As for the production, as far as I know, this is only a low-grade medicine. As long as there are sufficient raw materials and the formula is obtained, the threshold for production should not be too high."

At the same time, I secretly warned myself that I must first mention the important points when talking to the master in the future, and at the same time continue to train myself to speak at a speed that can make my tongue smoke, and even think about whether I can learn something from the mage so that I can directly communicate with the master. Otherwise, she is afraid that sooner or later she will die from speaking too slowly.
After hearing this, David leaned back and swallowed the three bottles of sobriety potions he took out from the high elf's arms. After a while, he felt his head, which was about to be smoldering, cool down slightly, and took a deep breath in satisfaction. Tone:
"Okay, this kind of thing, I mean the kind extracted from dragon dung, how is the market?"

"It's popular in the mainland." Zall said firmly without the slightest hesitation.

boom!
David directly slapped the couch down with his paw:
"Then what else is there, let's do this stuff first."

As long as you can get money, enough money to make other dragons willing to work for themselves, isn't it just letting others swallow dung.

Anyway, it was originally made by those elves, and it was probably similar to a quick-acting sedative, so he didn't have to hesitate at all when he reproduced it.

And the most indispensable thing in the whole Old Continent is his mother's dragon dung.

(End of this chapter)