"Nope."

To everyone's surprise, the first thing Davy did after returning to the Dragon's Lair and handing over the two new dragons, one red and one brass, to Drow to settle in:

"Until a more effective way to trap stray young dragons is found, the plan is on hold."

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

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

But except for Tanya, who is the sister of the red dragon, no one present is qualified and dares to question the decision to be the master of the dragon's nest:

"But Brother David...... Isn't it only a little over a month since we brought back two real dragons?

"I've heard from Theats that their previous shipload of Drow has been working in the Old World for several years and only stealing more than forty dragon eggs, and at that time, except for you, who have already broken the shell in advance, even spending a lot of money on the enlightenment ceremony may not guarantee that a few real dragons will hatch."

Tanya's words were tantamount to lifting off Drow's fig pants, but Drow has never been ashamed to speak of, seeing that Tanya, who is David's sister, opened her words, Xiat immediately 'ashamed' seconded:

"Yes, master, in just one month under your leadership, we have brought back two young dragons who are wandering away from home.

"If such an exaggerated record were to reach the New World, I am afraid it will cause a sensation.

"What's more...... It has been proven that the dragon food you make can indeed be a strong trap disguised as a snow worm secretion.

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

"We just need to find a way to solve this problem......"

Drow, who was speaking very quickly, was still interrupted by David, who looked at Drow indifferently:

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

“...... No. ”

Even if Zhuoer dared to commit crimes and steal dragon eggs, he didn't dare to find a practical way to pack the ticket.

No way, young dragons are also dragons, except for the white young dragons whose IQ is as worrying as beasts, the IQ of other five-colored dragons is generally comparable to that of adults when they first break their shells.

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

The intelligence of the rest of the red, blue, and green dragons was already comparable to that of some smart people who were qualified to touch the threshold of the Master.

If there is a weight, assuming that the average adult IQ is 10, then the IQ of the red, blue, and green dragons is at least 14 upwards.

As for the White Hatchling, well, it's probably only 5.

So even a fool like Murphyler who can speak through his shell is probably already a genius who is close to atavism among the white dragons.

But sometimes being able to speak well doesn't necessarily mean being smart.

That's a bit clever at best.

In this regard, he can always have an insight into the dragon's heart and compassion for his brotherhood at the first time, and he directly starts the spell at the age of five, and the silver dragon representative Tanya, who can directly press this goods on the ground tulle.

It is precisely because of this that it is really not a matter of time to find a way to efficiently capture this group of 'little clever ghosts'.

Facts have also proved that the five-color young dragon can continue in such a worrying growth environment and high elimination rate, and can maintain a long-term five-five with the metal dragon in the general trend, and even achieve the superiority of the golden dragon's single combat power, which is not a simple luck can be summarized.

With the current conditions, except for the first red young dragon Lizlit, who is hungry and likes to rely on recklessness in case of trouble, I am afraid that she can only catch the white dragon.

The key is that Murphyler is so smart that he is dangling in front of him every day, and David really doesn't look down on these idiots from the bottom of his heart.

Stupid, lazy, weak, and thief can eat.

As soon as he thought of this, David was inexplicably angry, and he became angry:

"Then you talk about, according to the current progress, it's purely a blind cat catching a dead mouse to try its luck, I'm afraid that before we catch a few dragons, those long ears in the New World will directly break out into a full-scale war one day."

“...... Master, you are taught! It's that I'm short-sighted. Drow said with some shame.

However, she also admits that this is the shortcoming of their race:

Whether it is Drow or a high elf, they are obviously immortals, but whether it is in terms of vision or heart, they are not broad, otherwise they would not be repeating the sad songs of history after experiencing countless historical lessons.

Imagining a more skinny reality than reality made David a little inexplicable, stuck out his tongue and spewed out sparks, asking:

"Made, there's nothing that can calm me down for a while, my throat is a little dry."

David had long realized that this would be a headache for dragons in the future:

As a red dragon, he is always limited by endocrine and is always in the middle of irritability and rage.

This may be fine in peacetime, and it can even increase combat effectiveness, but when it comes to key decisions and evenly matched wars, he is very fatal as a superior person.

Those thoughts that keep pouring out of his head can easily make him miss some key information and thoughts that are close to the truth, and make a big mistake.

"Yes, the master!"

Drow seemed to have thought of something, and immediately looked at the High Elf Evgeny.

Evgeny, who was salivating at the corners of his mouth, immediately woke up from his state of distraction, and was about to shout for death and death as before, and shout to kill me.

Da!

With a snap of Drow's fingers, the High Elf, whose eyes had become hollow again, stepped forward and took out an azure flask from his majestic chest like Drow and presented it to David.

"It was named a Clarity Elixir by the High Elves, and it is effective for meditation, restoring some of its mana, and even hedging against the side effects of the Anger Elixir, and its main ingredient is usually extracted ......"

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

"Hiss, cool, like peppermint oil."

Immediately, his eyes widened, and he asked:

"Hey, it seems to be a little useful, but it's not big, is there any, give me a box first, by the way, what kind of production did you just say this thing is made of, can we produce it ourselves?"

“...... Extracted from the feces of the White Dragon or the Silver Dragon...... "This time Drow still didn't have time to finish his words.

“...... Burst! ”

The sobering potion that David had just swallowed was instantly regurgitated, and together with saliva, several elves were sprayed all over his face, like Teacher Cao who had been forcibly fed nine turns of the large intestine, and roared in a [rage]:

"Say it again !! the"

Drow, who felt that his life would be in danger if he hesitated for another second, hurriedly quickened his voice and replied:

"I mean, it's usually extracted from the feces of the white dragon or silver dragon, but the higher quality ones are often extracted from their blood and even glandular fluid, and the latter is the one that was just given to you.

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

At the same time, she secretly warned herself in the bottom of her heart that she must first mention the key points when talking to her master in the future, and at the same time continue to train herself to speak at a speed that can smoke her tongue, and even think about whether she can follow the mage to learn some spells that can directly communicate with her master's heart, otherwise sooner or later she is afraid that she will die of speaking too slowly......

When David heard this, he leaned back, and swallowed the three bottles of sobering medicine taken out of the arms of the High Elf, half loud, and then he felt that his head that was about to smoke cooled down slightly, and he took a deep breath of satisfaction:

"Yes, this kind of thing, I mean the kind of goods extracted from dragon dung, how is it marketing?"

"Popular on the mainland." Drow said without hesitation.

Bang!

David directly slapped the couch with one claw:

"Then what's the matter, let's do this thing first."

As long as you can get enough money, enough money for the other dragons to be willing to die for you, isn't it just for others to swallow dung?

Anyway, it was originally a thing made by those elves, and it was probably similar to a sedative, and he reproduced it without the slightest hesitation.

And in the whole old continent, the last thing that is lacking is his mother's dragon dung.