Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 54: The Beginning of Changes in the World
Angers called: "How's it going, old friend?"

Flamel lay on the sofa, his mouth wide open with an expression that looked as if the world had collapsed.

"My heart has been hit very hard. Can you pick up a young, pretty girl with a good figure for me from the dance?"

Ange glanced around and said, "People like me, an elegant and handsome old man in a suit, not an old drunk with a beer belly and a movie watching habit."

Flamel jumped up from the sofa: "Bullshit, I also had eight-pack abs in my day!"

Ange sneered: "Tell me the conclusion, what's the situation."

Flamel snorted coldly: "Lu Mingfei's bloodline has been purified. The small bag of crystals in my hand is the toxin in his bloodline, or waste dragon blood."

"The only effect is that after grinding it up and applying it to the warhead, it can make the mercury core blunt gold armor-piercing shells in the academy more powerful."

"But using them this way is a bit of a waste. Give me some time, and I'll ask the Equipment Department to study whether we can find alternative materials for mass production."

"Can crystals of this level be extracted from a C-level Deadpool? These little guys really don't even know how to find a reason. Fortunately, Schneider's students have some brains and came to me."

Ange frowned: "Nibelungen Project, is this why you want me to find you a beautiful girl?"

Flamel was furious: "Fuck, don't mention this, it makes me annoyed when you mention this!"

"How many alchemists have spent their entire lives pursuing this, and now you tell me that it was actually solved by a half-blood who appeared out of nowhere, and he solved it with the power of words!"

Angers said in a relaxed tone: "Doesn't this prove that our career has a future? Is Lu Mingfei's second word spirit stable?"

Flamel bit a cigarette and spoke in a vicious tone.

"How can it be unstable? To put it bluntly, the Word Spirit is just a certain code hidden in the dragon blood gene. As long as it is deciphered, it can be mastered. This is also the essence of the Nibelungen Project."

"As the poison crystals are precipitated, the dragon blood in Lu Mingfei's body will become purer and more stable, and the hidden words and spirit codes will become clearer."

"If Lu Zao can have similar abilities in the future, the two Word Spirits are just the beginning for Lu Mingfei, an S-level, and there is basically no risk of becoming a deadpool."

Ange nodded slightly. He probably understood why his old friend's defense was broken.

An alchemist might spend all his wealth and efforts on this project but it might not succeed. However, a few people who have just entered the school have succeeded inexplicably. It would be strange if they were not overwhelmed.

“Is there any possibility of spreading it?”

Flamel snorted coldly: "You have to ask Lu Zao about this. I have figured out that he and Chu Zihang entered the academy just to gather talents and intelligence. They don't care about other aspects at all."

"Lu Zao's skipping rate is almost as high as Caesar's, followed by Lu Mingfei. Only Chu Zihang still maintains his good student style as always."

"By the way, they just asked me for half a month's leave."

Ange didn't care: "Let Norma falsify the results and movement trajectory. You have the authority to do this."

"A great leader in the East once said that we must unite all forces that can be united to destroy the enemy. I like this sentence very much, as long as the goal is to destroy the dragon clan."

"He wants talents, so we will give him talents. Forging those things is just a signal of goodwill. You can arrange the details."

Flamel dealt with everything while cursing, then came to the ice cellar with an unhealthy combination of cigarettes and alcohol, and sat blankly in the alchemical matrix he had created, thinking about random things.

Flamel recalled the doubts that Angers once had. After all, his hard work was the second largest alchemical matrix in the world, and the largest one had no possibility of being released to the world at present.

"Lu Zao, stove"

"This name doesn't sound like a proper name. Instead, it sounds like a random transliteration of an occupation and identity."

"You didn't run away from the Lishan Tomb, did you?"

A clicking sound came from Flamel's side. It was a music box that seemed to never stop playing. It was also a kind of alchemical prop.

It is said that there is a word spirit called "Prophet" engraved on it, but at least in Flamel's long life, whether it is Western fortune tellers or Eastern divination masters, he has never seen a few truly awesome users of the prophet's word spirit.

"What are you yelling for?" Flamel sighed. "Forget it. It's up to you. Brother, would you like to have a cigarette? This is real collector's grade tobacco. Just think of it as a way to keep me company."

Click click click——

"Don't smoke? Do you drink? I'll go to Angers' office to get more after you finish drinking. There's also good tea in it that is limited to a certain amount each year from various places."

Click click click——

"What the hell are you trying to say!"

The music box suddenly stopped, as if it was stuck and malfunctioning under the suppression of the beer-bellied old man's bloodline.

Flamel frowned and tapped the corner of the music box with his right hand, reactivating the alchemical runes on it.

Click click click——

“Eat, eat, delicious, delicious”

"Yes, it's delicious, go eat it!"

“Go eat now!”

Flamel:?
"Yohoo, this is the smell of freedom!"

Caesar excitedly COS Tarzan, shuttling between giant trees, and picked a large bunch of black grapes on the way.

"Chu Zihang, what kind of food is this!"

Chu Zihang looked up and saw: "Black Spade grapes are not counted in the capture level. They have a crisp taste and have a strong digestion effect."

Caesar jumped down carrying a load of grapes that was half his height.

"Then let's save it for later. After all, we haven't even started eating yet."

Lu Mingfei asked: "Brother Zao, where are we going?"

"Go catch a puffer whale."

Lu Mingfei's heart trembled.

What are you catching?!

Puffer whale?
Chu Zihang was puzzled: "Captured level 29 puffer whale, I remember it seemed to be a special cooking ingredient, there is a very toxic venom sac in its body, if you move your hand slightly, you will get into trouble."

Caesar put the grapes away and said, "I remember that ingredient. The location of the poison sac in its body is completely random. It is a fantasy fish that is basically impossible to handle based on experience."

"And if the poison sac is punctured even slightly, the entire fish cannot be eaten. Even kitchen knives contaminated with toxins need to be carefully cleaned and disinfected."

A good chef can cut ingredients blindly without hurting his hands, and the ingredients cut are no different from those cut normally.

But if it was a puffer whale, let alone closing its eyes, it would be considered amazing if it could handle three cuts without breaking the venom sac.

Lu Zao nodded: "Yes, if you want to practice the two techniques of anesthesia and detoxification, puffer whales are the best choice."

"What you read in the books is that the puffer whale is captured at level 29 when it's poisoned, and at level 1 when it's not poisoned. That's all bullshit."

"As long as there is a little hostility, or a little more serious gaze, the puffer whale will immediately poison itself to protect itself, just like a beast that puffs up its fur to make itself look more majestic when it encounters danger."

"How can it be possible to capture a level 1? The environmental crisis alone makes it more difficult than this."

"Even at the spawning site on the beach in the cave, many hunters who thought they could easily capture level 1 died."

(End of this chapter)