Chapter 675 674. Do You Think It’s Still Too Late for Me to Let Him Come Back?

The boss temporarily took a piece of paper filled with ideas, then handed it to you and told you to make the thing on it and use it in a few days.

If he were an employee of any company, he would probably curse his boss all over the family tree in his heart, and secretly plan to find an opportunity to resign.

But the difference between Mo Cheng and those bosses is that the overtime pay he offers is irresistible.

Although money in the general sense has no chance of impressing Stuart, and even when Mo Cheng disturbs his thoughts, Stuart even plans to use language to redefine Mo Cheng's race, IQ, sexual orientation and other attributes.

It's just that these things were suppressed by Mo Cheng the moment they were exported.

Use a small test tube and the liquid inside.

"Is this your blood?" Stewart knew the special nature of Mo Cheng, and even regretted why he didn't raise the price to a bottle of blood a day when he negotiated the terms with Mo Cheng.

In this way, many of the experiments he envisioned would be possible.

"I just smoked it five minutes ago, do you want it?"

Mo Cheng shook the test tube in his hand. Although there was only about five milliliters of blood in it, he was not worried that Stewart would refuse.

For an alchemist, dragon's blood, an out-of-print material that is almost impossible to obtain, is an absolutely irresistible temptation.

It's comparable to a poker player facing a Blue Eyes White Dragon flash card that only has three copies in the world, or a star fan seeing an out-of-print limited edition AJ with the star's signature on it.

Stewart didn't hesitate at all and took the blood directly, "Deal!"

Just looking at the blood in his hand after taking it, Stewart hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but ask: "Speaking of which, can you tell me what kind of dragon you are?"

Stuart's question was not beyond Mo Cheng's expectation. After upgrading many bloodline-related skills to LV 4, those bloodlines seemed to have changed from recessive to explicit. Stuart could see the degree of mixing in the blood, which was enough to explain his Ability.

At least apart from Stewart, Mo Cheng was the only one who had met Tai Sai and could tell that he had many bloodlines, and that guy was as curious as Stewart, tapping sideways from time to time, trying to figure out the specific type of Mo Cheng.

Mo Cheng had good reason to suspect that after that guy Taisai tried to figure out his species, he would add a new species to the dragon's population tree.

"I might consider telling you next time I'm still alive."

There was no intention of answering directly. Mo Cheng knew that not only Stewart, but also countless scholars from the outside world who had devoted their lives to studying dragons were trying to confirm his specific species.

It's just that even Mo Cheng himself can't answer this question. After all, he has a lot of mixed skills from various sources.

Dragons, magic, holy light, the God King of Olympus, night demons, deep-sea murlocs, gods, and even some kind of curse...

Even Mo Cheng himself doesn't know what words to use to describe himself, a super stitch monster in OMG mode?

"Hey, greedy dragon." Not getting an accurate answer, Stewart didn't care much. The dragon blood he got was enough for him to study for a long time. "Next time if there is still life, the reward will be doubled!"

Five milliliters of blood is indeed not enough.

After walking out of the house that was already a fully industrialized production line, Mo Cheng had a lot to do next.

Although Mo Cheng did not need to personally prepare the new soldiers and various logistical supplies, the handover would definitely require him.

If he wants to set off with his soldiers, it is impossible for him to not even know how many people he is taking and what supplies he is taking.

This busy work lasted for several days, and when the work was over, it was time to set off.

When Misasi woke up midway, Mo Cheng also took the time to meet her and apologize to her.

But...how to put it.

Misas always seemed to have a feeling of avoiding him after waking up. This feeling was so subtle that even Mo Cheng himself was not sure if it was true.

When it was time to set out, Mo Cheng led the soldiers to support the northern defense line.

And Misas was at the highest point of the city, looking at a figure farther and farther away.

The head maid of Befa stood behind Misas and suddenly said:

"Although I know that Count Mo Cheng's actions make you very angry, hiding like this is not an option."

As the head maid who had always followed her and grown up with her, Misas did not mind what the other party said.

She raised her left hand and showed the ring on her ring finger, "He said a lot of nice words before he put the ring on me. Now thinking about it, my face will turn red, and the moment he put the ring on me, I even thought of a name for the baby.”

"Then..." Misas folded her hands and lay on the stone table to prevent others from seeing her face. Her voice was full of grievances, "Then he told me that this was just a contract to ensure that Minanka would not leave when he left. It’s time to assassinate me and protect me.”

"It's completely different from what I thought!"

The Befa maid's eyes were full of pity when she looked at Misas. After all, there is nothing more painful than loving someone who is a piece of wood. That is nothing more than loving someone who is a stone.

But this kind of thing is obviously not something that Beifa's maid can solve. She just replied to Misas in a calm tone, "I don't mean to remind you of the pain, but I must tell you that you have been avoiding Count Mo Cheng during this period." The behavior is not very appropriate.”

"Based on my observation of that count, if you didn't ask him face to face not to sign that [Contract], then he would undoubtedly treat the so-called [Protection Contract] as an ordinary contract."

"Also, I must remind that Miss Margaret is currently at the northern defense line, and they are about to join forces there to face Syalanna's army."

"But he said that this ring is the most precious thing in his treasure house, and there is only one in the world."

"Preciousness not only represents meaning, it can also mean sharing ability and strength. There is only one in the world, or it can be said to be a ring that can share his power. There is only one of this style."

The head maid of Befa looked helpless, "According to my observation, Count Mo Cheng is very good at the playboy's talking skills, and this is still an unconscious reaction. Many times he doesn't know what he is talking about."

The words of the head maid of Beifa described a future to Misas, a future that made her immediately nervous. Although she was angry with Mo Cheng's stone head, she was not happy to see Mo Cheng put the so-called [Protection Contract] everywhere. Delivery.

"You said... is it still too late for me to let Mo Cheng come back?"

"..."

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