Chapter 129 White Lotus

Just as David and his son had expected, with Artilicia's visa form from two years ago, the high elf in charge of the review process in the city hall just looked at the endless line behind him expressionlessly. Yinlong's son, who was looking around, even skipped the question and answer process for the immigration interview and just gave a routine reminder:

"Mrs. Antonella, please restrain your overly active son and not scare other booking guests. It is also best not to get involved in vicious crimes. Otherwise, we have the right to withdraw your family's qualifications for temporary residence. This This is your approval form, please keep it safe."

In this way, David's Yinlong family obtained Devonsel's temporary residence permit.

From today on, they are legal immigrants protected by the laws of both Dragon Island and Devensel.

And with this apparent legal identity, it became extremely simple for Artilicia to take Tanya to school and apply for an alchemy teacher job.

After all, although high elves are arrogant towards foreign races, no, they are arrogant towards all non-high elves, but a boy from Dragon Island is willing to come to the magic academy to be a 'foreign teacher'. This kind of thing can attract more students and families to spend extra money. This thing is a temptation that even the historic Devonsere Academy of Magic cannot refuse.

Artilicia also tried to get David into the academy so that he could educate his son more conveniently, so as to prevent David from causing any trouble by wandering around Devensere alone as a red dragon.

But this unprecedented precedent was naturally rejected by the college's senior officials.

Even though most silver dragons are kind-hearted in nature, even the Devonseer Academy of Magic would not dare to let go of a silver dragon who is the most energetic among all dragons and can make all the parents of silver dragons sad. Come in.

Artilicia, who came home to complain about this, was laughed at by David.

As a time traveler, he has no time to go to school again. At most, he is interested in visiting.

That is to say, Artilicia didn't succeed. Otherwise, after waiting for that period of fresh energy, he would probably have to start performing Devonser's magical version of "Trucking Dragon".

Seeing that everything was being implemented as planned, Atilicia, who was still a little inexplicably depressed, obviously regained some of her former demeanor as an alchemy master.

Next, as long as David's group of subordinates collect all the materials and equipment, they can officially start work.

But as the maturity date of the century-old incense seeds approached, the three elves headed by Siatt and escorting the group of high elf prisoners of war back to the New World, no, they didn't even see the shadow of their ship!

Otherwise, this major event, which is destined to cause a sensation in Devensere and even the entire High Elf Kingdom, would never have been so quiet. There would not even be a sound of discussion in the streets.

And when she thought of the dark storm cloud that they had avoided by turning and sailing when they came, Artilisia, who had a better understanding of the celestial phenomena and even ocean currents in the north, immediately had some bad premonition, and suddenly turned towards the equally confused David said in awe:

"Do you think there is a possibility that they also encountered that storm and were blown south by the storm and the far north ocean current?"

".It's very possible." David responded somewhat speechlessly.

Not to mention yaw, if you are unlucky, it is not impossible that the whole ship will capsize.

David is not worried about the lives of Hiatt and the others:

Ever since this drow sank her ship, she never left her body with scuba herbal medicine whenever she went to sea.

The only thing that David couldn't understand was how far they had to deviate before they couldn't even contact the soul prism.

At this time, it would be great if Siatt or Evgeni had an elf by their side.

Their souls are like quantum entanglements. Today's 'telepathy' is much more reliable than the transmission of a soul prism, and they can communicate across the continent without any hindrance.

"What should I do?"

Ever since that night when she deeply realized how 'poor' she really was, Artilicia's only focus was on making money!

Children can suffer for a while, but no matter how poor they are, they can’t poor their parents!

He really couldn't bear the thought that his parents, who were also young adults, had to bear heavy debts at such a young age for his unfilial son.

Besides, my son is now much richer than me!

David spread his paws: "What else can I do? I can do it myself. Isn't it just about getting some seeds?"

This thing should be much easier to get than the original century-old scented pollen, right?

After all, it is well known that century-old fragrant pollen can be used to synthesize [Sobriety Potion] or [Anger Mixture], but no one knows that the mature seeds can now be used as substitutes!

If this was announced, it would be enough to cause a sensation throughout the New World.

From here, Artilicia's value as a developer of [Sobriety Potion] and even as an alchemy master can be seen.

Knowledge not only changes your destiny, it is also worth thousands of dollars!

"Huh? Let's do it ourselves?" As soon as she heard 'we have to do it ourselves', Artilicia immediately backed down.

When David saw the cowardly look of his old father, he became angry and pointed at himself with the tip of his tail:

"It's not us, it's me! Have you forgotten what we agreed before? You are responsible for the production, and I will take care of the rest."

"Then how are you going to come?" Atilicia asked instinctively.

"How else can it come? Can we wait for the seeds to fall from the sky? Of course we can find it and bring it."

David said it as a matter of course, just like picking it up directly from the field, but Artilicia was shocked:

"Are you planning to steal it openly?"

"What else?" David looked at his old silver dragon father with an idiot look?

Taking something that doesn't belong to you, what else can it be but robbing?

"No, no, no, no! Absolutely not!" Artilicia originally thought that her son could come up with some perfect plan!

The result is awesome! He almost couldn't catch his breath.

This is not a dark place where you can run amok, but Devonsel!

He could simply imagine that if he indulged his son, he would probably see a wanted order about him on the front page of Devonser tomorrow morning!

Although it is very likely that it was published in the newspaper as the red dragon David Yutos, it would be too exciting to play it in such a big way!

In addition to taking some benefits and doing some convenient "various commissions", Artilicia has never done anything in his life that is obviously like crazy naked swimming on the edge of the French Open!

"This won't work, that won't work, then you should come up with a charter." David suddenly lost his patience.

Facing her son whose temper gradually turned red, Atilicia went crazy for a moment:

"Let me think about it, wait for me! Wait for me!"

Then he seemed to remember something, slapped his head, and rushed out of the door.

Just when David's patience was at the end and he was about to go out to do something important, suddenly, the silver dragon father who came back from inquiring about the news reached out and swept away everything on the desk, spread out Devonser's map, and panted. Said to David:

"I've got the news. Tomorrow morning, the last batch of mature Centennial Seeds this year will be transported from Delta Manor outside the city back to the Devonser General Warehouse."

As he spoke, he used a quill to make conspicuous circles on a manor outside the city and on the gate of Devonselsey. He also drew a line on the path they must pass. He looked at the somewhat confused David and said:

"As long as we find a way to 'take' no more than 3% of each vehicle during this process, we will never be discovered."

"How do you know so clearly?" David suddenly looked at his silver dragon father with admiration.

Artilicia thought David was asking him how he found out such clear information, so she was afraid to look into her son's eyes. She looked around and said:

"Isn't this information that can be found out by just chatting with the guards?"

David finally reacted.

Damn it! This old and shameless guy actually used his status as 'Mrs. Antonela' to seduce, ah! Use your charm to make a cliché!

But that's not the point:

"I mean, how do you know the high elves won't find out if we take some of it?"

With the character of a high elf, he may be arrogant, but he shouldn't be so careless! Especially why is it such a precise number of no more than 3%.

Wait, he seemed to remember something.

As a result, Artilisia, who breathed a sigh of relief, explained a little shyly:

"The mature seeds of Centenary Fragrance are actually the same as pollen. Whether during picking or transportation, there is a certain chance that a magical reaction will occur and become waste seeds. Therefore, the entire transportation process is screened from top to bottom. They will all use it to subsidize household expenses or use it for research, so as long as it does not exceed this share, they will at most secretly curse whoever takes a little more, but they will not publicize it."

".Fuck" As a son, what else could David say?

He also finally found out that this guy with thick eyebrows and flirtatious eyes had used century-old incense seeds to experiment with synthesizing the [Sobering Potion].

How did it come about?

Mudd! They are all so greedy.

I usually pretend to be like a white lotus with him!

David secretly despised it.