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But his interest wasn't in the bloodline habits he was talking about, he only had one question now: "Can this egg be sold for money?"

"Can you find someone who knows the goods?" Shut up and tilted his head and glared at him.

This is a problem, Lukka scratched his head, if the buyer is an ordinary merchant who does not know what a dragon is, he can probably only sell it as a gold and silver vessel, and he is not sure of its purity. Lukka picked up the pen on the table and scratched the dragon egg with the tip of the pen, but there was no trace at all. If you go to the exchange, you will definitely be treated as a gold-plated fake, right?

"Can you cook it?" Lukka didn't have to look up for Lukka to know that it must be Nora who asked the question.

"Cook?" unless you get the temperature of magma, will the low heat of the stove be useful for dragons?" replied shutting up.

"Don't be mindful, maybe she'll be able to get the heat!" Lukka quickly shut up with a peanut.

Of course, he didn't plan to boil the dragon eggs and eat them, and if they hatched at the right temperature, it would be a trouble. Thinking of this, he shut up and asked, "You say, if this egg hatches, will it seek revenge on us? The dragon that fell into the magma should be its mother, right?"

Shut up and swallowed the whole peanut, snorted and said:

"How can dragon eggs be so easy to hatch? Even in the wizarding world, the hatching rate of dragon eggs is now declining, more than half of the eggs are dead, and half of the hatched eggs are deformed, which can not grow for two months at all. ”

"In your hands, you can't be sure of the type of dragon, and you don't know the incubation conditions at all, so it's hell if you can hatch it! Moreover, even if it can hatch, what can the hatchling dragon know about it? And take revenge?"

"So, this egg is no threat to me?" Lukka asked.

"Not only is it not threatening, it is useless! you can keep it as a souvenir, and if you say it, you are also a mage who has seen dragons. Shut up and said as he knocked his claws on the shell of the dragon's egg.

"Since it's useless, what am I going to do with it?" Lukka asked, turning to his companion, "If any of you want it, take it and play with it." ”

With the exception of Nora, everyone else had little interest.

Lukka stuffed the dragon egg into Nora's hand and said, "Is this worth a dividend?"

Nora looked at the dragon egg with big eyes, then looked up at Luca again, her face full of innocence, and replied firmly, "No." ”

"No, no, I'll just ask. By the way, you're not really going to eat it, are you?, what if it's poisonous?" Lukka asked, a little worried.

"Ah, I don't eat it. It's pretty good, I'll just play with it. Besides, you can't eat enough at such a young age. Nora held the silver dragon egg and didn't let go.

In the days that followed, she really performed the act of "playing with it" perfectly, holding the egg in her hand almost every moment. Later, Ollie couldn't stand it anymore, and used her rough needlework skills to sew her a fireproof cloth pocket and asked Nora to put the dragon egg in it. Now, the fire elves finally freed their hands.

Twenty days later, the Silent Death arrived in the waters off Leighton Island.

Lukka stood on the deck, the letter in his hand, flipping through it.

The other party used the safety of the new Haiping Line as a bargaining chip, which made him very unhappy. It seems that when I meet with Leon next month, I should revise the shape and imprint of the New Horizon again.

Now, he still wanted to hear what the rogue knight wanted to do, but he didn't want to follow the other party's request and just bow down and walk into the knight's temple.

December 10 is the day agreed in the letter.

The Sea Knight Lord, Mores, still conducts his daily business from the very top floor of the Templar Tower, as usual. Unlike usual, there are now a few more chairs in the hall on this floor.

Opposite him, in the sun-drenched VIP seats, six richly decorated chairs were placed in parallel. Mores didn't know how many people Luca would bring with him, but according to what he had heard, the main force of Crimson Shadow should not exceed that.

Beside him was a chair similar to Mores's own, with a long white beard, and the white hair on his head was not as lush as the beard, sparse, with age spots on his face, and he looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old.

"Will they come?" asked the old man.

"I don't know, Your Excellency. Mores replied honestly, "Those people's ideas are always unexpected, and it's hard to judge their next move." ”

"Then wait a little longer, who can say for sure what is going on at sea, and if there is some storm that will delay them for a day or two, will they not be almost late for that naval battle?" the old man shrank his whole body into the wide reclining chair, and seemed rather tired.

"Your Excellency, why don't you go and get some rest?" asked Mores.

The old man shook his head.

Mores sighed and said with some hesitation:

"I would recommend that you don't meet people directly. They weren't the brutal creatures of Edward Hugh, but they were pirates who made a living from robbery. If you know who you are, and the protection here is so weak, it's hard to guarantee that you won't think anything wrong. ”

The old man fiddled with a brooch on his chest, which was in the shape of a golden stag, and said slowly with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "When I really can't see your little care? Aren't you afraid that if something happens to me, you and your Sea Knights will be responsible? ”

The old man spoke a little fast, and he gasped for a few consecutive breaths before continuing: "You bring the half-dead knights back to normal, this is your ability. But if you negotiate terms for business, you're afraid you'll miss me a few hulls. ”

Looking at the old man in front of him who seemed to be dying at any time, Mores smiled wryly, he knew how stubborn the other party was more than ten years ago, and now that he is older, this stubbornness is afraid that it has increased several times.

"Well, please keep warm. The knight lord said, asking his men to bring a thick blanket.

They waited from morning to evening, and had lunch in between, but none of the people they were waiting for showed up.

The old man was cowering in the blanket and was already snoring slightly.

After all, age is unforgiving. Mores sighed secretly, hesitating whether to wake up the other party and go to dinner.

Suddenly, the window was slammed open, and a gray parrot circled over, dropped a letter, and flew away again.

Mores picked up the letter, which was also sealed by the Knight's Force. He unraveled the runes and opened the envelopes.

The old man who was awakened also came over, glanced at the letterhead, and laughed:

"Looks like they already know who your old friend really is!"