Chapter 2348: Dragon scale

Some deadly elves and fairies mixed blood, guarding the periphery of the clan every day, waiting to be photographed by the pure-blood clansman, or a few eye-catching abductions.
However, the day did not fulfill the people's wish. They waited and waited, but in the end they couldn't wait for the day when they were favored by the pure-blood tribe, and they belched.
Others who know how to work around have given up the possibility of marrying pure-blood tribesmen and instead chose to marry foreign tribesmen and continue to multiply their offspring.
The descendants of this group of hybrids are also different from the descendants of ordinary Mori elves. Most of them are born with at least one talent that ordinary people don’t possess, such as the future generations of the Flyder family, or the Selia next to me. Crumin.
"This girl, her human blood is relatively weak, but the blood of fairies and elves is relatively strong. I can be sure that she is not an ordinary Mori Elf, but the offspring of a mixed breed."
Tyrannosaurus King Bakar stared at Celia without blinking, and said lightly: "She should have at least one talent that doesn't exist in humans, even my dragons."
As he spoke, he burst into an unstoppable aura and rushed towards Selia, who, with a tight face, hid behind me in horror.
"Hey hey hey, you suddenly release the pressure like this, it's not authentic."
As my voice fell, the aura that was like a monstrous flood suddenly disappeared without a trace, Bakkar's pupils returned to their original form again, and he continued to say in that kind of indifferent tone mixed with laziness: "Huh, it seems her Talent is not a combat type."
I was so comforting, and only then did Celia's frightened heart.
Bakar hooked his finger and said, "Little girl, tell me your talent."
"God, talent..." Celia looked blank, as if she didn't understand what Bakar was talking about.
"Don't understand?" Bakar snorted coldly. "Still pretending to be stupid?"
"What heaven, heaven, talent, I am not an adventurer..."
Celia's face was full of fear, and she wanted to hide behind me again.
"Don't be afraid" I held her slender hand and comforted: "He is my friend and won't hurt you."
"Huh, mixed blood, even if the first generation of mixed blood comes, I have the power to fight, not to mention you, a mixed blood of impure blood."
Although his tone was full of contempt, it was clear that this sentence was full of contempt, and it really alleviated a lot of Celia's fear.
But she still seemed cringe.
"Innate talent is not only for adventurers." Bakar was probably bored too, but he patiently gave Celia knowledge of the talents of science: "No matter human beings, naga, goblins, slimes, foreign races They are still fairies, elves, and dragons. As long as they are a life-born species, they will be endowed with talent. This is an innate ability, which is completely different from the talent of becoming an adventurer and awakening."
"Talent is reflected in many aspects, there are combat types, there are life types, um, it seems that this king’s explanation is still too esoteric, so let it be simpler, um... the so-called talent is the difference. What makes you different from others, do you understand that?"
Celia nodded without understanding, and then shook his head, which directly made Bakar annoyed.
I believe that Selia grew up next to the orc high priest. She has almost no knowledge of many aspects of common sense, and some etiquette of dealing with others. The conversation between you and her may be simple and easy to understand for others. For her, it was really difficult.
After thinking about it for a while, I asked Celia: "Do you know why the orc high priest kept you by his side?"
Celia thought for a while and shook her head.
Hmm...It seems that the question is wrong, so I will ask another question.
"Has the orc high priest said your strengths? Or praised some of your strengths?"
This time, Celia's eyes lit up, and she told me that when she was three years old, the orc high priest praised her, saying that she had more abilities than her own.
I immediately understood, and smiled and said to Bakar: "She has the ability to predict."
"Foresight!" Bakar looked shocked.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you so surprised?"
Hearing what I said, Bakar knew that he had lost his temper, he calmed down a little, and said in a deep voice, "You don't know something. The ability to predict has always been one of the strangest abilities in this world."
"What's so peculiar?"
Bakar looked weird, and said with a smile: "Isn't it strange to be able to advance the future?"
"What kind of weird is this?" I waved my hand and said with disdain: "Even if I really predict the future, those things that should happen will still happen."
"Then what do you think is weird?" Bakar asked with his pupils shrinking slightly and exhaling heat.
"Not only can it predict the future, but it can also change the future. In your words, it is the gear that can be found and can change destiny."
After hearing this, Bakar suddenly burst into laughter, making the surrounding leaves rustle, and the pine willow and brittle branches were overwhelmed and fell off.
After smiling, Bakar said bitterly: "Do you really think that anyone can turn the gears of fate? That is a product created by a great will with supreme power!"
Isn't the great will the of creation? Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?
Pouting, I was a little disdainful, but I didn't refute it.
Speaking of it, there is nothing wrong with the creation of the God of Creation as a great will. This world, this universe, and the entire firmament are not created by the God of Creation, even my body is the same. It is the product of the of creation.
Thinking about it this way, the term great will doesn't sound so awkward.
Afterwards, I chatted with Bakar for a while, and then told him that I plan to go to the islands alone, and meet the Flame Devourer Anthun for a while.
Bakar was silent for a long time before he said: "I hope you can come back alive."
I chuckled: "By Jun Jiyan."
Just as he left, Bakar said again: "If you are not in a hurry, wait a few days and I will give you something."
When I heard that the dragon lord Tyrannosaurus King Bakar wanted to give me something, naturally he readily agreed.
So three days later, at the same location, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar opened a portal and walked out a lizard-headed humanoid creature. I knew that they were a race named dragon people under Bakar's command.
The dragon man with the fancy skin color handed a palm-sized box into my hand, and then turned and left.
When I opened the box, I suddenly saw a black round flake like a frisbee thrown around in the park to walk the dog.
But I know very well that this is not a Frisbee, but a piece of genuine dragon scales from Tyrannosaurus King Bakar.
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