"Speaking of which, I got this card because of Mister Mara. It happened about three months ago …" Angor told Mara about his encounter with the strange seabird.
"That strangely dressed seabird left after drinking the tea made by the morning dew after the rain. He left this gold card for me before he left. "
Mara showed a strange expression, which was a mixture of regret and envy. When they left Padt Manor, Angor gave him most of the Morning Dew.
Morning Dew was only a low-level magic plant, but its special effect was comparable to White Orchid Potion. For most apprentices, White Orchid Potion was something they could only look at. They could never afford it.
Mara planned to earn a fortune with Morning Dew when he returned to Fey Continent and see if he could get some guidance from a formal wizard. Along the way, he did not take out the Morning Dew at all. Even Florent did not know that he had this magical tea with him.
He didn't expect that Angor would be so generous as to give it to him just for a chance. He didn't expect that Angor would be so generous as to give it to him.
Mara hated it!
If only he knew … If only he knew …
Mara suddenly sighed in frustration. There was no such thing as "if only" in this world. He was just not lucky enough. Time did not wait for him.
No one noticed the change in Mara's expression. Even if they did, they would not care.
"Kehahahaha! Mister Toby gave you the card!" Tom Weasel said.
"Mister Toby? That strangely dressed seabird with a backpack? "Angor asked.
Tom Weasel did a ballet turn and showed an admiring look. "Yes, Mister Toby! Mister Toby is the master's favorite pet. He's on the same level as the master in Barbie's Restaurant! "
When Angor tried to ask about Toby again, Tom Weasel stopped talking and smiled. "Kehaha, you'll see Mister Toby when you have your meal later."
In Angor's story, Tom Weasel only focused on "Toby", while the other supernaturals were only interested in the Morning Dew.
However, Angor was with Tom Weasel, and they were not as familiar with Angor as Mara, so they could only keep it to themselves.
As for the wizards, they no longer paid any attention to Angor's golden card. For official Magi, the effects of the Morning Dew were not attractive at all.
Only Heroline from White Coral Floating Island Academy gave Angor a meaningful look.
Having good luck was also a part of one's strength. If Angor could keep up his good luck, he might become a wizard in the future.
Heroline thought to herself. If the kid was talented, she could observe him for a while.
Right, what did he want to ask Mo Luo? "On the day of the talent test." What happened next? He seemed to have been interrupted by Mara.
It didn't matter. He was just a lucky talent. He might not be able to achieve anything.
…
In the dark and gloomy corridor, needle-like vines crawled all over the walls. From time to time, there would be a gorgeous blood-red rose. Under such an extreme contrast, there was actually a kind of depressing absolute beauty.
At the end of the corridor, a bright red curtain blocked the view. Behind the curtain was the banquet room of Barbie's Restaurant. To be precise, it was the banquet room for the bronze card VIPs.
"Hohohoho. The Devil Vine seed here is already mature. You can plant it in the brain of a dark-skinned goblin. Hohoho! You'll get the most delicious brain flower in three months." A plump purple-haired woman with six layers of chin raised a cocktail glass in front of Sunders. It was emitting a fragrant smell, but it looked like a purple-black vapor was rising from it. "Want a drink, old friend? Hohohoho. Drink this dark-skinned goblin brain flower and you'll be able to focus your spirit for ten days and ten nights without getting tired. "
Sunders took off his tall black felt hat, revealing his short, gray-green curly hair. He put the hat on the table, took the cocktail glass from Greya, and drank the brain flower which Flora considered a dark cuisine in one gulp.
"Not bad." Sunders put down the glass, crossed his fingers, and shrugged. He did not express his opinion.
"Hehe. I forgot to tell you. Dark-Skinned goblin brain flower can also release pheromones in your brain. Do you like it?" The purple-haired woman, or Greya, narrowed her eyes.
Sunders remained expressionless. "I feel it. A lot of pheromones."
Greya moved closer to Sunders and took a deep breath beside his neck. She did not smell anything.
Greya frowned and gave Sunders a disdainful look. "You're such a boring man. You're blocking pheromones, and you want to smell you? Are you as boring as yourself?"
Flora, who was floating in the air and doing nothing, agreed with Greya's words.
Greya winked at Flora when she saw Flora's flattery. However, Flora only rolled her eyes at his flirtatious glances.
Sunders gave her a plain look. "Let's not talk about irrelevant things. Your invitation card is hard to get."
Greya arched her back and supported her chin with her big, white, chubby hand with red nail polish. She looked at Sunders with a seductive gaze. Her alluring eye makeup looked like waves as she winked at Sunders.
However, Sunders still did not look her in the eyes. He did not even want to look at her this time.
"So you're frigid, huh? You don't even know how to take advantage of a beautiful woman. " Greya, who considered herself a "beautiful woman", rolled her eyes. She swayed her big butt and walked to the food table nearby.
There were all kinds of magical items on the table.
There were all kinds of floating glass containers containing all kinds of ingredients, but they all had a non-mainstream appearance. There were black pieces of meat, purplish-red viscous liquid, dense eyeballs, crawling soft-bodied worms with moving eyeballs, and even some colorful gas vortexes.
Greya collected these ingredients from different places. One of the reasons why Barbie's Restaurant traveled from place to place was to find ingredients from different places. Sometimes, Greya would even go to other planes to look for ingredients. For example, most of her ingredients with purple-black gas came from the Abyss Plane. Most of her gaseous ingredients came from the Burning Plane.
Greya was wearing a light-red, tight-fitting, thin dress. She stood in front of the kitchen and posed in a pose that she thought showed off her curves. She lifted her chubby chin and picked up a giant diamond-inlaid spoon. "Twisting Protozoa again?"
Sunders nodded.
Greya snorted and pouted. "Boring man."
Twisting Protozoa was a special insect that could not reproduce. It could not be found in nature. The only way to get one was to use Greya's self-created spell to cook with all kinds of ingredients. In the end, the result was an odd-tasting living food that was useless to everyone but Sunders.
Greya cast an Occult Gourmet spell and began to process the ingredient with her unique kitchen utensils.
When she was halfway done, the curtain of the banquet room was lifted. A sloppy, greasy man with a pointy mouth and bean-like eyes came in.
The man was about the same height as Flora. His limbs were thin and his back was hunched. He looked like a lazy and sloppy laborer.
As soon as the man came in, Flora frowned and flew closer to Sunders. She looked at the man with disgust and avoidance, which meant he was not an ordinary person.
"Greasy Bird, what are you doing here?"
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