Douluo: I am a rotten beast, I will become stronger if I accept disciples

Chapter 2: Oscar with a system score of 95
In Soto City, shouts and hawking sounds are intertwined to form a unique city symphony.

The vendors waved the goods in their hands, their faces filled with enthusiasm for bargaining.

Lan Minghua walked on the street, looking at the dazzling array of goods with great interest.

"Even if it's a fantasy sewer, its prosperity is no less than that of a modern one."

Although there were no technological products such as cars, there were horse-drawn carriages and even carts pulled by soul beasts.

Watching the people coming and going, Lan Minghua tried to see if he could pick up a talented disciple.

"System, check the system talent scores of the crowd."

In an instant, in Lan Minghua's eyes, a string of numbers was floating above each person's head.

"12, 8, 20, 25..."

His eyes swept over the vendors, children, and even the old man in front of him.

It was discovered that the highest system talent score of these people was only in the twenties, far from the score of 80.

Lan Minghua's mood plummeted. He had thought that accepting a disciple would be an easy thing.

Unexpectedly, there are only a few people who can reach a system talent score of 80.

"It seems that accepting a disciple is not an easy task. I need to go to Shrek Academy."

Lan Minghua had to admit that, regardless of the Shrek Seven Devils' personalities, they were indeed very talented people.

Moreover, among the Shrek Seven Devils, some of them would have decent character if they had not been led astray by Tang San.

"Sausages for sale! Big, delicious sausages! Come and try some!"

At this moment, a springy hawking voice came into Lanminghua No. 2 Middle School.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bearded, young-looking vendor riding a tricycle and shouting.

"That's, Oscar?!"

Lan Minghua recognized them immediately. After all, he knew the Shrek Seven Devils quite well.

Of course, I only know this from books and anime.

What’s even more surprising is that Oscar has a golden number 95 on his head.

In other words, his system talent score is as high as 95.

The upper limit of the system talent score is 100, and Oscar's talent is close to full marks.

Lan Minghua didn't expect Oscar to give him a surprise.

That's right, he is the first food-type soul master in Douluo Continent with innate full soul power. It would be strange if he didn't have such talent.

If Tang San had not stolen the Immortal Grass from Dugu Bo, perhaps Oscar would be the only one among them who could have become a god on his own.

Oscar is a pretty good person, at least he doesn't do anything particularly disgusting.

Lan Minghua didn't rush up, wanting to see how Oscar treated civilians.

The moment Oscar stopped his tricycle, he was surrounded by children.

The children were chattering and very noisy, but he was very patient.

He methodically wrapped the hot sausages in wax paper and handed them to the children.

The children couldn't wait to take a bite, their mouths full of greasiness and spiciness, and they smiled happily.

Oscar looked at how his sausages were being welcomed, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He is not arrogant as a soul master, he just wants to make some money.

Lan Minghua took everything in and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, that smile is not fake. You are worthy enough to be my disciple."

He was also confident that Oscar's future achievements would definitely not be just that of a second-level god.

The children soon dispersed and Oscar's booth became deserted.

Only children like to eat his sausages.

Lan Minghua walked over in his slippers, his purpose very clear.

Suddenly, he found that the shop behind Oscar looked familiar.

"Hey, isn't that shop owned by Flanders?"

Looking up and seeing the hair crystal in the shop, he became even more certain that this was Flanders' shop.

"No wonder Oscar comes here to sell sausages. It turns out Flanders' shop is right behind him."

Lan Minghua can understand.

After all, Oscar is Shrek's genius, and Flanders can't let him leave the academy openly without protecting him.

However, it did not pose much of a threat to Lan Minghua.

He had no intention of killing Oscar, nor was he afraid of Flanders' strength.

Continue walking towards Oscar's booth.

Oscar, seeing Lan Minghua's homeless appearance, remained enthusiastic. "Uncle, would you like a delicious sausage? It's only one copper soul coin."

Lan Minghua knows where Oscar's sausages come from.

Although the lines that come out are a bit weird, there are actually no side effects.

Lan Minghua was also quite interested in the sausages made by Wuhun.

Plus, he was a little hungry, so he said without hesitation, "Then give me one to try."

"Okay, here are your sausages."

Oscar quickly wrapped the steaming sausage in oil paper and handed it to Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua didn't hesitate and took a bite.

In an instant, the rich meat juice bursts in your mouth, and the delicious taste immediately fills your taste buds.

Lan Minghua also felt a trace of soul power in the sausage.

Although it is not much, it is enough to protect ordinary people from harm and improve their immunity.

Moreover, too much soul power is not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people, as the body cannot withstand too much soul power.

So Oscar put a lot of effort into selling sausages.

Lan Minghua became more and more satisfied with him, and he was a good material.

He finished a sausage in two bites and continued to reach out to Oscar for some.

Although no money was given, Oscar still continued.

After eating five in a row, Lan Minghua burped.

Oscar rubbed his palms together and asked happily, "Uncle, how do the sausages taste?"

"Yeah, it's delicious. It would be even better if you could cut hair."

Lan Minghua's inexplicable words left Oscar confused.

But now that you've finished eating, you have to pay.

"Uncle, this is five bronze soul coins."

Lan Minghua threw away the toothpick in his hand, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"There's no money left, but only a life."

Oscar was shocked when he heard this: "What, you want to eat a free meal!"

As soon as these words came out, Lan Minghua felt someone's gaze falling on him.

He also sensed the source of that gaze, which was from the shop behind Oscar.

"Uncle, you're causing trouble in my place, right? Let me tell you, I'm a soul master!"

Oscar yelled, jumped aside, and threw a series of punches at Lan Minghua.

Lan Minghua ignored Flanders's peeping.

He took out a few secret books and handed them to Oscar.

"Wait a minute, I have a few books on self-created soul skills here. Just pick one and consider it as money for your sausage."

Oscar was speechless. He felt that the book "Chrysanthemum Acupressure Point" was a scam after looking at it.

He sighed deeply, looked at Lan Minghua's clothes, and did not pursue the five bronze soul coins.

He walked back to the stall, packed up the few remaining sausages and handed them to Lan Minghua.

"Uncle, just consider it a treat for you. I still have a few left. Don't eat and dash in the future, or you'll get beaten up easily."

After stuffing the packed bag into Lan Minghua's hands, Oscar rode his tricycle back to Shrek.

Lan Minghua looked at the bag in his hand and felt inexplicably warm in his heart.

Oscar has enough talent and good character, making him a good candidate for disciple.

But now that he doesn't believe it, why not just go to Shrek and be a teacher?

Besides, isn’t the opportunity to become a teacher at Shrek right in front of you?

Lan Minghua carried sausages and walked towards Flanders' shop.

At this moment, Flanders was still lying on the chair, thinking that his peeping had not been discovered.

Lan Minghua would not miss this opportunity. This topic would definitely allow him to enter Shrek.

Of course, the premise of everything is that you are strong enough.

Lan Minghua looked at Flanders who was still lying dead, and kicked the door open without any hesitation.

"Boom!"

Flanders bounced up from the recliner like a spring.

He immediately started cursing, "Fuck you, you're looking for trouble, right?"

(End of this chapter)