According to Erwin's observation, although there is a lot of food delivered by the domestic elf to feed the dragon these days, it is all very ordinary meat.
Then these people can periodically bleed these adult dragons, refine them into a fountain of power, and then build them into galleons.
This can be said to be "eating grass and milking milk" in the true sense. Dragons are actually better economic animals than cows.
When the hematopoietic system of these dragons fails, they are slaughtered directly. Once the dragon liver, dragon tendons, dragon bones, dragon horns, dragon heart, and dragon scales are sold, at least tens of thousands of Galleons will be made.
Erwin felt jealous, who wouldn't want to do this business!
Watching the blood collection process of these wizards, the Golden Horned King felt a little uneasy. Although it was not smart, it seemed to vaguely anticipate that this would be its future fate.
Erwin pressed it firmly to prevent it from moving.
In fact, he himself was a little panicked, fearing that the wizards would come to check the stone pillars. Although he used mud and deformation as a cover-up to make the stone pillars that he scratched appear to be intact on the outside, it could still be easily damaged.
Exception found.
Fortunately, those wizards didn't come here. They should be mainly responsible for collecting blood, not caring about other things.
"Follow up." Erwin patted the Golden Horned King on the head.
Those people took the blood from all the adult dragons one by one. The blood of each dragon was placed in a jar with a traceless stretching spell cast on it, and placed on a cart operated by several house elves.
Erwin was curious about where they would go next.
The wizards sent the house elves away at this time, and then brought the cart to a low building that looked very inconspicuous.
They went in.
Of course Erwin had to follow, "You are here, don't move around." He said to the Golden Horn King.
After these few days of training and running-in, this stupid dragon has roughly understood some basic instructions. It knows that Erwin wants it to stay put and will be rewarded when he comes back.
The Golden Horned King cannot be invisible. It is actually quite dangerous for it to stay outside by itself. If it is not careful, it will be discovered and then captured.
But this doesn't seem like a loss to Erwin, it's just a stupid dragon.
Following quietly, Erwin found that this small brick and stone house only had a slope leading underground, with a wall at the end.
A wall made of the same material as the stone pillars that suppressed the adult dragons.
One of the wizards who transported dragon blood stepped forward and embedded a badge into a groove on the wall. The badge emitted a liquid-like golden light that spread across the stone wall, outlining the outline of a door.
The wizard then raised his wand and recited a spell that was completely unfamiliar to Erwin, and then the door slowly opened.
It's a pretty good access control setup, Erwin commented silently.
The wizards went in, and Erwin followed them quickly.
What was unexpected was that after such strict protection, it turned out to be a not very large space.
In the center is a huge crucible, and around it is a set of very heavy brass equipment, which seems to have the function of distillation and extraction, but the whole thing has a very chronological feel, as if it has been used since the 18th century.
Something was boiling in the crucible. There was a stand next to it, and a short creature stood on it, holding a huge spoon and laboriously stirring it in the crucible.
That's a goblin.
There are two goblins here, one of them has sparse hair, a wrinkled face, and a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he looks like an old guy who has rich experience and knowledge reserves because he has lived for a long time.
The wizards saluted him with their hands on their chests, "This batch of dragon blood has been brought, Master Trispud."
The master snorted from his nostrils in response.
Another goblin as an assistant took over control of the cart and opened the jars one by one to examine the lava-red dragon's blood inside.
Master Trespud waved his hand, indicating that the wizards could leave.
The core technology can only be in the hands of goblins, and these workers are not qualified to stay here.
The wizards resigned in a sensible manner, and the heavy door closed again. Of course Erwin would not leave. He tied his tail up and sat on the edge to watch with interest.
The three goblins were unable to detect his presence. Erwin's stealth was now quite perfect. As long as he was not scanned by a high-level detection spell for a long time, he would not reveal himself.
Not just these goblins, but to be honest, the entire fire dragon breeding base seems to Erwin to be unwary. This may be because they believe too much in the barrier outside. They still haven't realized that the one causing the trouble is a highly intelligent dog.
A young dragon that can become invisible.
But think about it, after all, this is the territory of goblins. One of the characteristics of capitalists is that they dare to take risks and save costs. This is also applicable to goblins. Obviously, it is because the cost of maintaining the barrier is very high and there has been no trouble for a long time.
They have since cut off other safety projects that were taking up funds.
No additional defense facilities are set up, no additional security personnel are hired, everything only needs to meet the basic needs of production. As long as there are no major mistakes, this situation will continue.
The collective escape of the baby dragons did not seem to be a big mistake in the eyes of the person in charge of the breeding farm.
Master Trespud's eyes glowed with white light. He made a lifting motion with his palm, and the jars filled with dragon's blood seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and he poured the dragon's blood into the crucible.
Erwin really wants to whistle, that’s great! He can also control objects with his thoughts without a wand or sound!
Having said that, it seems to be mentioned in the History of Magic textbooks that goblin magic and human wizards are two completely different systems, and they don't need a wand.
"Don't stop stirring, Ginger!" Master Trespud shouted to the goblin on the stand.
"Understood, Master!"
Another goblin assistant hurriedly added various minerals and medicinal materials to the crucible. Erwin did not recognize most of the materials, so he finally gave up on memorizing them. The plan to steal the craft failed at the first step.
Trespud was skillfully controlling the fire with fairy magic, and soon this small space was filled with a strange smell.
The dragon's blood in the crucible has turned dark brown, and is drained through the catheter to the brass device on the side, where it is separated, extracted, and purified. Master Trispud's operations are very delicate.
But Erwin felt that it would be more convenient to use the professional and advanced equipment in the laboratory at Clayton University to handle these steps.
A large cauldron full of dragon blood can only purify a small bucket of power spring. Erwin is now very sensitive to the amount of this liquid. He almost immediately estimated that the dragon blood collected in just one time is enough for the goblins.
They minted more than fifty thousand galleons.
Even though he had never worried about money since he was a child, Erwin was instantly jealous because his life at Hogwarts was really tight.
Sure enough, it is printing money unreasonably!
The goblin assistant put the fountains of power into dozens of test tubes. Trispud opened a safe nearby. Erwin suffocated instantly because there were hundreds of test tubes in the safe!
All filled with fountains of power!
Obviously, they want to save a batch of inventory and then transport it together.
Master Trespud was about to put the newly extracted power springs into the safe when he suddenly heard two bangs behind him. He turned around in surprise and saw his two assistants had fallen to the ground.
What is in front of me is a dark young dragon.
There was a hint of a human-like smile on the corner of this young dragon's mouth.
The goblin's magic had no effect on the opponent. The young dragon clenched its claws into a fist, and with a slight touch, Trispud fainted. The test tube in his hand also fell down, and Erwin caught it with his other claw.
arrive.
This bottle is equivalent to more than a thousand gold galleons.
Looking at the safe, Erwin wanted to rub his hands in excitement. The Fountain of Power was not only wealth to him, but also represented magic power.
And magic power is the basis of everything. As long as there is enough magic power, his baby dragon body can grow, and he can break through the invisible wall of the barrier and escape. The fundamental reason why he cannot even transform back into a human being may be
Not enough magic power.
Although he did not own the ownership of these fountains of power, it was just to slaughter the pigs of capitalists! So Erwin directly unscrewed the test tube and drank it.
He didn't stop. He could feel the desire in his body. After drinking five or six bottles in a row, he felt that he had entered a state of growth.
It felt a bit similar to when he first transformed. His body size was getting bigger, but Erwin felt that maintaining his current body shape was pretty good, and getting any bigger would be cumbersome, so he took the initiative to suppress the changes in body shape. This was not difficult.
, just use some transformation techniques.
Nearly half an hour later, he returned to normal. He felt that his magic power had at least doubled. Although his body shape had not changed, his scales were thicker, the dragon's claws were tougher and sharper, and the spikes on his back had grown a lot.
It had a strange luster and seemed to be more toxic.
Erwin felt it carefully and didn't feel anything unusual after experiencing such rapid growth that violated biological laws.
Very good, second-level evolution, then the third-level evolution will follow. Erwin happily drank another tube of the fountain of power, and then his face changed, showing a depressed expression.
It actually has no effect. It's not that it has no effect. It can still be directly converted into magic power and consumed to use magic, but it can no longer promote Erwin's growth.
In other words, the Fountain of Power can promote the growth of young dragons only before they reach sub-adult age.
This is very reasonable. After all, it is just a purified product of the blood of adult dragons. It is not a panacea and should not have any effect on dragons that are close to adulthood.
Otherwise, if you drink all these fountains of power, can you directly challenge Dumbledore?
Erwin chose to transform into a dragon in order to break through the upper limit of human magic power, but dragons also have upper limits, so there is essentially no difference.
The fire of his enthusiasm weakened a bit, but immediately became strong again. Although it can no longer grow through the Fountain of Power, this thing is still equivalent to real Galleons!
Erwin certainly didn't think that he would never change again, and the more Galleons he had, the better.
As for the issue of ownership, goblins are inherently good birds, and taking advantage of them is really hard to make people feel guilty. And Erwin is a dragon now, and dragons definitely don't need to abide by human laws.
What's more, isn't it a beautiful thing for the proletariat to gather the wool of the proletariat?