"So you are not His Majesty's enemy, so he sealed you to save your life?" Negris asked in surprise.
"Yes, he is an enemy. Why should he be sealed if he can't just kill him? My soul was blown away by the Annihilation Warlock of the Warlock Alliance. The method was rather weird. There was no other way. Your Majesty had to seal me into an owl.
, but the body of the owl is too weak, so I have to shed my hair and be reborn every ten years. I am so sleepy every day that I can't even take care of myself."
Silba said nonchalantly that it did not even delve into the identity of Ange and others, because Feti is the best proof that the formation of the immortal empire in this world was too short, with a history of less than a thousand years, and there was no such thing.
There is enough time to give birth to the Lord of Mourning, so Feti will only be an old subordinate of the king.
"Then... Shudao, Shudao is grafted?" What else did Nigris want to ask? Ange couldn't help but poke it on the back. Can he ask about other things later? Let's talk about Shudao first.
Understand it, there is no priority at all, the skeleton is dying of anxiety.
"Tree rice? What kind of tree rice? You mean the kind of prop that connects trees and rice together to deceive people?" Silba asked, and it also knew that it was a deceptive prop.
"Yes, but what we are interested in is not the props, but the technology of grafting trees and rice. How do you make them survive?" Negris asked.
Silba looked at it, then at Ange, and suddenly yawned loudly, looking like she was about to fall asleep.
Ange quickly handed it a handful of elf beans.
Silba immediately became energetic. After a few clicks, he took all the fairy beans in his mouth, but did not swallow them. Instead, he held them in his mouth like a hamster while saying vaguely:
"After I was sealed into this body, I thought of many ways to solve my sleepiness, but none of them worked. Unless I gnawed a little fat sheep, the old immortal said that if I can find elf beans, the energy provided should be able to support me.
activities, and sure enough, his guess was right.”
Negris asked: "So you are sleepy because you are hungry, but you will not be sleepy if you are not hungry?"
Silba shook her head: "No, I will still be sleepy, but at least I won't be like now, unable to take care of myself."
After a pause, Silba continued: "As for how grafting works, you don't understand it."
"Oh, is there anything I don't understand? You tell me first. If I don't understand, I will learn how to crawl like a lizard!" Nigris said confidently, relying on the support of the God of Planting.
"Oh, the stakes are so big? Okay, listen carefully." Silba was shocked. It was a dragon lich. Naturally, it knew that the dragon clan's most taboo thing was to be compared with a lizard, so it actually wanted to learn how to crawl like a lizard?
"Compared with woody plants, herbaceous plants lack lignin, so as long as they do this, and then do that, and then do that, they can survive. There are several difficulties in this. One is the highly concentrated nutrients, and the other is to let the wood
The environment in which herbs grow, do you think I solved it?"
Nigris put his hands on his hips and laughed: "I don't need to answer such a small question. I can send any player to answer this question." After saying this, he pretended to let Ange out.
Silba curled her lips and sneered: "I have long seen that he is the king of your group. Who are you?"
Silba asked the last question while looking at Ange.
Negris said: "I solemnly introduce to you, this is the owner of the Palace of Rest, the successor of the immortal godhead, the god of planting, the god of beauty, the god of Libra..."
By the time Nigris finished introducing Ange's priestly names according to the corresponding conventions, Silba had already fallen asleep.
After waking it up, it rolled its eyes and said, "You're bragging because you were drafting the manuscript, right? Okay, okay, I got it. Guess how I did it first, or you'll learn how to crawl like a lizard."
"
Ange pointed to the top of his head and said: "Void."
"Oops? Did you really guess it? Lignin was originally evolved by crops to resist the influence of gravity and wind. In ancient times, ferns were the mainstream, so I tried grafting two crops in a microgravity environment. Sure enough,
Let them survive." Silba said proudly.
After a pause, it continued: "But it's meaningless. Grafting doesn't make it a real tree rice. It's just rice growing on a tree. It lacks the most critical mutation, but if you want to mutate too much,
It’s difficult. Without enough scale and the blessing of the goddess of luck, it’s simply impossible.”
Blessing from the goddess of luck? Nigris's eyes lit up, he could have this.
At this point, Silba turned to complaining mode: "I found a lot of things to act as nutrient solutions, but the effects were not very good. It is also difficult to find a microgravity environment and the effects are not good. I can only make props like this.
Finally, Maka proposed to come here to cheat some money, but now it seems that this plan has failed."
Nigris said sympathetically: "Yes, it failed, because the person who organized this event was also one of our people, and we saw through it at a glance. But by the way, how come you are so miserable, and you have to make a living by cheating money?"
?"
Silba asked angrily: "Otherwise? An owl that snoozes all day long, an owl that catches a small sheep but falls asleep halfway and then falls to the ground, how else can it support itself besides cheating money?"
?”
"You can't lie to me about this question. Where is Your Majesty? Your Majesty doesn't care about you? According to you, your relationship with His Majesty should be very good. If you go back to the Immortal Empire, won't anyone support you?" asked Negris.
arrive.
Silba said: "I have been like this for more than 800 years. At the beginning, it was quite comfortable to be raised, but after a long time, it became uncomfortable. You also know the virtues of undead creatures. They can't move at all times."
I just slept. I almost starved to death several times after sleeping for decades. Later, I was fostered into a human ranch, which ruined the sheep I had raised for many years. However, after the death of the old rancher and his great-great-grandson, the ranch
It’s boring to be sold.”
Although Silba spoke in an understatement, Nigris and others were able to mentally organize a very long knight novel - "About the Dracula Druid's foster home that destroyed the pasture".
Silba's change in mentality is actually no different from that of many undead creatures. Immortality is not necessarily a good thing for some people, but is a curse. Rogge is prone to depression, and Oban Rei loves to train others, so he became a
Dean of students.
But Silba likes to mess with it because of its energy. As long as it doesn't harm it, it won't get angry no matter how you mess with it. If you can also provide some little fat sheep, that would be even better. It will try its best to satisfy you.
desire.
Of course, your wish cannot be too complicated, otherwise it will fall asleep halfway through.
Maka has this kind of relationship with it. Maka worships it as a god. It satisfies some of Maka's simple requests, such as blessing a stone, making a dead tree bloom, or raising a few precious magic plants.
However, these simple things obviously cannot meet their daily needs, so they are as poor as ghosts. They have no choice but to take out the 'rice trees' from the bottom of the box and let Maca use them to deceive people.
.
"I ate three little lambs, spent a day working on that tree, created a small microgravity space, and then grafted it onto it. It's alive now, but it won't last long unless I transfer them to the eternal one.
Go in the microgravity space." Silba explained, then flicked his tongue, pushed out an elf bean in his mouth and swallowed it. This was the third elf bean he had eaten.
At this moment, a Yin Coin guard walked in quietly and whispered something in Yin Coin's ear.
Silver Coin turned to Ange and reported: "Sir, I caught a ghostly human being in the parking lot. He was checking Lord Silba's carriage. The guards took him down. He said he was a local butcher and came to see Xi.
Master Erba wants money."
Everyone looked at Silba, who suddenly felt embarrassed: "Hey, if it's a butcher, then it's true...he's here to collect money. As I said just now, I ate three little fat sheep and I haven't paid you yet."
"...You are not afraid that the butcher will kill you, pluck out your hair, and sell you." Nigris didn't know what to say.
Silba's eyes lit up: "It's good to kill it, it's good to kill it. I will be reborn after death. I will be more energetic for a period of time at the beginning of my new life, and I will be more sleepy when I get older."
"Can it still be like this? Are you an owl or a phoenix?" Nigris was surprised.
"I'm a druid, idiot. This is the effect of the ultimate transformation. I can transform into a soul state. Of course, the process is very complicated and requires burning life and body." Silba said.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Nigris said for a while, saying that the druid didn't feel anything, but when it comes to ultimate transformation, you can know what level it is. This is the level of a great druid.
"Then why don't you commit suicide every few years before your energy drops and start over again? That way you won't feel sleepy like a kobold every day."
Silba looked at it up and down, with a look of fool on his face: "I don't need to unify the planes. Isn't this the same as stabbing myself and making myself rush to take out the trash?"
"Uh... your level of quarrel is so high, then go and give the little sheep some money and let the butcher come in." Nigris said bitterly.
Silba rolled her eyes: "I know who you are, little fat dragon, the God of Knowledge. Knowledge has to be paid for. I even taught you grafting methods, and you treat me like this?"
Nigris also rolled his eyes. The butcher must have been sent away long ago. It just wanted to make Silba angry. Unexpectedly, Silba used its identity to attack it. This dead bird has such a strong ability to attack people.
Now that the key to grafting has been figured out, all that needs to be done is to reproduce it. Ange is already ready to start. Taking this opportunity, Nigris asked: "If we can unlock your seal, there happens to be another one."
The petrified dragon body can transfer your consciousness into it, are you still willing to become a dragon?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nigris felt his thighs tighten, and he saw the owl rushing towards him, hugging his thighs tightly, his eyes widened, and he smiled: "My ancestor, I am willing."
PS: The physical examination is good and there is nothing major wrong with me, but I actually have a slight fatty liver. This is really bad for someone who pays so much attention to fitness.
Thanks to Muzhu, Sidu Sophora Bloom, and Xiao Sijun for the reward.