Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 519

When the tower guard was yelling angrily, Yareriga didn't follow to find out.She pondered what kind of prosthetic limbs she could buy, while unconsciously running her hands over the horns on her head.After a while she noticed that Jing Juan was looking at her, so she stopped groping and asked his intentions with her eyes.

"You don't need to use your hands." Jing Huang said.

His meaning is not difficult to understand.Yareriga had also seen him drag a string of prisoners much taller than himself with one hand, and throw them far from the center of the room into the corner.Sometimes he encountered some movements that required special delicacy, and the wonderful white rope always helped him.Even if an arm is missing, it doesn't cause any inconvenience to his life, it's as natural as he was born with it.

Allerica smiled slightly at him.She knew what Jing Huang was thinking.Of course, she had a reason to repay him, because they escaped from that nightmarish prison together.But she has also repaid him very well, repairing and remodeling the spaceship for him, and imparting all the knowledge he needs.Recently, when she occasionally checked the news of the alliance, or the customs of some distant places, Jing Juan would speed up his reading progress, as if thinking that the two of them were about to part ways.But Yale Liga didn't think so, she hadn't thought about it yet, she just wanted to do it.It was a strange feeling, she had never been with someone for such a long time before, but not in a Gospel way.She found herself wishing that Joan would be whole, in every sense of the word.

"You should try their technology." She said to Jing Huang, "The White Tower has done a lot of research on covenants, and they can make limbs that you can also use."

Jing Huang's eyes were a little suspicious.And the roar of the tower keeper below seemed to exacerbate this distrust.

"You filthy blood fanatics!" the tower keeper roared, still full of anger, "Birth hard, give birth hard! Then throw these unlucky bastards all over the world! You think you So clever? I curse you for giving birth to your own death!"

Not a single voice responded to the curse that he didn't know if it would work.But the tower guard refused to give up, and continued to yell at the streets of the gate city full of enchantments and magic circles.Even Yale Liga seldom saw an official mage so angry.She is not surprised that the Tongshi school, which advocates the concept of supreme harmony, will be hostile to blood obsessives, especially after the Bronze Blood School's wanton hybridization and single-linger wars.However, that is another matter from randomly abandoning children in front of the mage tower.In view of the fact that the public's understanding of the White Tower mage is full of numerous absurd misunderstandings, she doesn't think anyone can cultivate an army of mages for themselves in this way.

She crossed her calves and began to think about this matter, especially curious about how the tower keeper could have such a weird inference.When she focused on speculating about the past experience of the tower keeper, Jing Huang stared at her and said, "Horn."

Allerica blinked.It was rare for her not to understand what he meant, until Jing Juan pointed to the top of her head and repeated, she realized that she was stroking the horns habitually again.It has been a long time since her prison life, and the chains that once tied her horns have long been removed, leaving only two holes to prove the existence of that period of suffering.

About this pair of horns, Yale Liga knew a lot from the inheritance before studying it herself.Melendra's pair of straight sword-like horns possessed a peculiar magical power that could invalidate the spells of the mages to protect their minds, and since then this dangerous nature has no longer appeared in her descendants.Horns are nothing more than a derivative of her epidermis, made of keratin and fibers.Attached to her skull, they grow slowly from their roots like fingernails, but are unable to regenerate damaged parts.

That didn't mean she couldn't do anything about the two holes that went through the chain.In fact, not long after she boarded the Silence, she quickly filled her horns with some keratin-like materials.The colors and materials are so well done that even if she wanted to find out the two piercing holes, she had to look carefully in the mirror for a while.However, like those who put dentures in their mouths, every once in a while she would experience a subtle pain, not serious, but just enough to distress her.That was a strange thing, because there were no nerves or medulla in her horns, and nothing seemed to carry pain signals from the broken horns to her brain.She could only guess that it was some kind of psychological effect, because she couldn't let go of Villar's betrayal for a long time, or her body hadn't adapted to the loss of the weight of the chain, and some strange compensatory reactions occurred.

She never told Jing Juan about her little trouble, but touched her horn from time to time, and used her fingers to confirm the area that went through the hole.As reason had told her, it was always in good shape, not festered or shriveled or peeled.Allerica had to accept that she would keep the habit of touching horns for a while.

"I don't think my horns are in good shape," she half-jokingly said to Jing Juan. "Rubbing makes them smooth and shiny."

This reason easily deceived Jing Huang.The pair of traveling companions who had no concept of horny care nodded, and turned their attention back to the tower keeper downstairs.

The hapless recipient of the baby seemed to be tired at last, and walked back upstairs in a rage, the smoldering resentment still evident on his rough, pitted face.There was also a gray-white cloth bag in his arms, which was obviously the swaddle of the abandoned baby.When seeing this picture, Yale Liga subconsciously wanted to stand up, to take a closer look at the baby's face, to see what fate had arranged for it, so that it was abandoned by its parents as soon as it was born.But in the end she held back and pretended not to care about the child who was brought in, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the tower guard.

The tower guard didn't notice her strangeness, but carefully put the cloth bag into the cabinet in the farthest corner of the conversation room, and closed the cabinet door tightly, before coming forward to apologize to them.

"Some scumbags should be tossed to clear the shit out of the phagoth," he muttered, forgetting all about the mage's demeanor, "keep sending babies in, it's like using this place as a foster home! I I don’t want to look at the stinky faces of those night-dire elves anymore, and have to use my own allowance to pay a fine..."

Yale Liga spoke at the right time, expressing her sympathy and understanding for him.At the same time, she also reminded the other party that they should investigate the real parents of these babies. Since they are in the gate city at the moment, no trace of anyone can escape the eyes of the gate city lord.If the managers of Gate City refuse to disclose the answer, then the fine for mismanagement is unfair.

The tower keeper agreed dryly, which was considered to agree with Yale Liga's point of view. "I tried it a long time ago." He confessed annoyedly, "The blood relationship spell doesn't work, which proves that there are no blood relatives nearby. I asked the golden guardian, and I also installed a peeping eye in front of the tower gate, but it didn't work at all. These weird babies still appear as usual! Maybe I need to write a letter to the mentor and ask him to write a letter to the Lord of the Gate City... This involves the privacy of identity and the sanctity of the contract, ma'am, such troubles are for us Seekers of the Secret Art are tricky, let's talk about your child's arms first. Have you figured it out? Give him the best arm?"

Yale Liga readily admitted, and then entered into a bargaining session with the tower keeper.The alien towerkeeper is highly resistant to her charms, and apparently struggling with public nursing home fines, making her extremely price sensitive.When they were fighting fiercely over money, Jing Juan was already drowsy after listening to it, so he jumped out of the chair quietly, and looked at the cabinets mounted on the wall one by one, looking at the potions, gems, scrolls or Enchant trinket.Sometimes he even reached out to touch one or two of the necklaces, and the tower keeper who was busy raising the price was also tempted by him, because everything that could be put on the stage was a harmless gimmick.After the client had almost looked at all the gadgets in the room, his future left arm was finally sold at a price of 70 Chiscoins.

This result satisfied both parties. Yale Liga was even more worried that it would be difficult to buy those truly exquisite works at this price, while the tower keeper seemed surprised by her familiarity with the prices of magic raw materials.They agreed on the time when the left arm would be delivered and transplanted, and then they signed a contract with strong evidence, and Yale Liga paid one-fifth of the deposit.After all this was over, Yaleriga called back Jing Juan who was standing by the wall, and planned to take him to see the inn of the elves.But Jing Huang didn't follow behind her silently as usual, he still stood where he was, pointed to a certain ruby ​​necklace on the cabinet and asked, "How much?"

"The Curse of Enthusiasm." The tower keeper introduced in a coaxing tone for children, "It can make you energetic, optimistic, more likely to communicate with the outside world, and easier to make friends. Like its color? Look at this The beautiful brilliance fits your clothes well, doesn't it? And this chain made by elves, water and fire can't corrode it, and it will make everything it touches smooth and supple. Only [-] Zhisi coins are sold in total. Or gold forty taels, or other metal equivalents. I have a conversion list here."

Jing Huang shook his head indifferently. "No chains," he said.

"That chain is only worth three cents and five cents." The tower keeper replied immediately, "A bit of modern craftsmanship. The important magic spell is on the red stone, as long as the distance is close enough, you can wear it as you like."

When Jing Juan nodded silently, Yale Liga was ready to pay the bill. She had noticed that her traveling companion had a soft spot for red, and she didn't mind adding a beautiful piece to his collection.But before she had time to go, Jing Juan shook out a small gold shell from the sleeve of his right hand, and threw it into the arms of the tower keeper.Then he said in his unemotional tone, "I'll buy the chain."

The tower keeper stared at him dumbfounded, and even Yareriga stood there, blinking her eyes once and for all.Jing Huang waited on the spot, his expressionless face was very calm.He stretched out his hand to the tower guard in Yale Liga's faint smile, with a serious and natural attitude.

"Change," he said.

(End of this chapter)