The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　It was a dragon curled up in a ball!

　Its body is slightly shorter and rounder than a snake's, and it is less than a meter long.

　The lower limbs are relatively thick and strong, while the upper limbs are relatively thin and short.

　Basically, it lies between the Eastern dragon and the Western dragon.

　Two round bumps appeared on its head; although they were dragon horns, they had not yet fully grown.

　The young dragon's scales were still very soft, extremely delicate and rounded.

　The scales are a bluish-green color, indicating that it is a blue dragon species that is fond of water.

　Miss Cat used one paw to support the tail end of the "Dragon Grass" flowerpot, hugged it tightly to her chest, and then turned and walked back.

　Dark's heart skipped a beat as he watched the young blue dragon instinctively bury its head in the crevice.

　He couldn't help but ask, "Miss Cat, this Dragon Grass..." A hint of pride appeared on Miss Cat's face: "Yes, this Dragon Grass possesses all the biological characteristics of a dragon. It's a rare find; even in our laboratory, we only have this one."

　Upon hearing this, Dak was taken aback and asked in confusion, "If there's only one, why are you putting it out for sale?"

　Miss Cat smiled mysteriously: "Because it's a failure. A failure from other experiments."

　Duck: "Failures from other experiments"

　Miss Cat nodded: "Yes. We originally wanted to develop loach grass, but due to an accident, we added—"

　The unique nature of the material led to variations in the experimental subjects.

　Dark: "Wait, which loach is 'loach grass'?"

　Miss Cat smiled sweetly: "Loach."

　Dark was immediately startled. "Miss Loach Cat" nodded. "So this Dragon Grass inherited some of the habits of a loach: clever but timid, doesn't like light, and prefers to squeeze into dark, narrow crevices."

　"I see."

　Dak had a slight understanding.

　He didn't ask Miss Cat why she would sell him this one and only dragon grass.

　After all, for questions with such obvious answers, what's needed is an underlying understanding.

　But Miss Cat then added, without any prior agreement, "Of course, because it is extremely precious, it requires a little more credits."

　Dark asked curiously, "Where can I read the full text for free?"

　few"

　Miss Cat smiled and said, "998, 988, you won't lose out, you won't be cheated, only 998!"

　Dark nodded slightly: "998? - A pot of ordinary cat grass only costs 50 credits, so 998 is 20 times that, and it can still..."

　"Okay. I'll take this pot of dragon grass. What should I pay attention to when keeping it indoors?"

　Miss Cat stroked the dragon grass's back and said, "Like cow grass, it needs to be continuously fed with special magic potions."

　We can provide potion recipes here; you can buy the materials and brew them yourself, or you can order them from the shop. Besides that, all you need is an opaque water tank. Preferably small, just big enough for it to curl up and crawl inside.

　Darko:

　Truly worthy of being a cat.

　998 credits are really nothing for Duck at the moment.

　However, he knew in his heart that compared to the precious Dragon Grass, this price was practically half-price, almost a giveaway.

　Traveler's Street has many shops that like to invest in students.

　This "Cat Flower Shop," and the Morgan Shop that sold him the "Brain Dropper," both successfully entered the Dark Knight Valley market.

　It left a good impression on me.

　After purchasing the Dragon Grass, Dark not only bought three more potions, but also received a cardboard box as a gift, just big enough to hold a dragon.

　Dragon grass.

　He didn't leave afterward, but continued to inquire about the research and development progress of Lion Grass and Rabbit Grass.

　"Liongrass and rabbitgrass?"

　Miss Cat nodded thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "Sorry, the improvement hasn't been successful yet. The biological characteristics of Lion Grass..."

　It's still unstable.

　Dark: "What's wrong with the rabbit grass?"

　Miss Cat said sadly, "I couldn't make it through this winter."

　Darko:

　He thought for a moment, then asked again, "So, even if the lion's mane grass that was previously kept in the shop was a defective product, can I still accept it?"

　Subject to

　Miss Cat sighed, "It's been sent back to the factory for repairs. We're a legitimate shop; in principle, we can't sell failed modifications to students."

　"Regarding insurance, if you really want it, you'll need to provide a letter of authorization from at least one professor. I can see if I can bring it back for you next week."

　Holding the cardboard box containing Dragon Grass, Dak pondered for a moment and said, "If needed, I can provide some assistance with the improvement of Lion Grass and Rabbit Grass."

　Miss Cat shook her head slightly: "Trade secret."

　"Is that so?" Dark said helplessly. "Then there's nothing I can do. I'll come again next week."

　Miss Cat smiled and said, "I will try my best." Then Dak left the Cat Flower Shop.

　Don't let the seemingly ordinary appearance of the cat-themed flower shop fool you; the technology used to improve this cat grass involves biological modification, absolutely...

　It's not a technology that can be developed casually.

　His ability to cultivate "bird and beast" fruits from cat grass, which is clearly a plant, is enough to demonstrate the terrifying nature of this technology.

　If the biological characteristics of the Lion Grass are not complete, problems may arise in cultivating the "Fruit of Great Sin".

　"We can't rush it."

　Dak tilted the cardboard box in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

　What is meant by "unexpected art"?

　This is the unexpected bud!

　"Next, should we go straight back to the dormitory, or look for a way to quickly replenish our magic power?"

　"The recovery rate of the mana potion is too slow and not enough."

　"I've heard of a kind of magic wine that can quickly restore magic power. Perhaps we could ask Uncle Simmons about it."

　As Dak walked and pondered, he unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the goblin antiquated bookstore.

　Coincidentally, this goblin antiquities bookstore seems to be up for auction.

　Dak had heard that this store occasionally held auctions, but he hadn't paid much attention before his last visit.

　I didn't encounter it either.

　"Since we've run into this, let's take a look."

　With the mindset of shopping in a supermarket, Dak stopped in his tracks.

　This goblin antiquities bookstore is as dilapidated as ever, despite making a considerable amount of money, it just doesn't bother to repair it.

　Dark himself could hardly understand this kind of "personality," but there were always people who liked this stale vibe.

　Perhaps those who enjoy reading are all old-fashioned.

　He did not squeeze into the crowd.

　Most of the auctions at the Goblin Antique Bookstore are held on short notice, without any special announcements or publicity. Those who are particular about...

　It was fate.

　Therefore, there weren't many customers participating in the auction this morning, only about ten or so.

　Judging from their school uniforms, they should all be upperclassmen.

　Most of them are from the Magic Academy.

　The second one is the House of Fools.

　There is one at the Knights Academy.

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　Read the full text for free here

　There was no clan academy at all.

　The old goblin, whose skin was so wrinkled it could trap a fly, was still wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat, his expression seemingly casual.

　The people there were street vendors, not the owner of an old bookstore.

　He was holding a book as thick as a finger in his hand, and he was shouting loudly at the students.

　Clearly, that's the book being auctioned today.

　Dark squinted, trying to make out the book's title. But the old goblin kept shaking the book up and down, making it difficult for him to see.

　clear.

　After a long pause, he could vaguely make out a few words: "Synthetic Beast—" 200 credits! 200 credits! Only 200 credits! Has no one raised the price yet?

　The old goblin's shouts reached my ears.

　Dark instinctively raised his hand: "300 credits."

　A glint of light flashed in the old goblin's eyes as he immediately shouted, "300! 300! Someone has bid 30!"

　Zero! It seems this student has a discerning eye; they must have already recognized the value of the book in the old man's hand! Those who want it, hurry!

　Raise the price now, or it'll be gone!

　Perhaps because Dak's appearance was so abrupt, many students turned to look at him.

　The nearest student from the Fool's House casually remarked, "Junior, it's just a book on crafting chimeras."

　That's it. While it may have some collectible value, the content might not be useful. There's no need to waste too many credits on it.

　He clearly meant well.

　Others who looked over nodded in agreement, showing great goodwill.

　After thinking for a moment, Dak smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding me, senior. I just happen to be somewhat interested."

　The senior student nodded and said, "You should know this yourself - there are very limited ways to earn credits in your year. Even if you have more than others, you shouldn't waste them."

　Then the senior student said no more and turned around to continue participating in the auction.

　It was clear that Dak hadn't accidentally made a mistake, so the senior student didn't bid again.

　Darke then successfully obtained the ticket with 300 credits.

　He took out his Sorting Card, transferred 300 credits to the goblin boss, and then received the book from him.

　The book cover appears to be made of some very hard material, with a metallic texture, but it is not heavy to the touch.

　It felt slightly cool to the touch when I held it.

　Dak glanced at the book and quickly left.

　It's only 300 credits.

　Although it was just a fleeting thought when he took the picture, now that he has it, he won't care too much about it.

　Book Title: The Synthesis and Alchemy Guide to Perkin's Chimera

　After walking along a secluded path, we arrived at a small tavern that wasn't usually open for business.

　Dak knocked on the door and then pushed the cardboard box inside.

　The tavern owner, the male elf Simmons, was indeed dozing off on the counter.

　The half-empty bottle of fairy wine standing next to him infuriated Dark.

　"He really is keeping it for himself."

　Before Christmas, Dak came here specifically to buy fairy wine. But Simmons simply dismissed him with a "no more."