Chapter 674 Do you think it’s too late for me to get him back now?
The boss suddenly took out a piece of paper full of ideas, handed it to you and told you to make what was on it and use it in a few days.
If this happened to employees of any company, they would probably curse their boss in their hearts and secretly plan to find an opportunity to resign.
However, the difference between Mo Cheng and those bosses is that the overtime pay he gives is irresistible.
Although money in the general sense could no longer impress Stuart, and even when Mo Cheng disturbed his thoughts, Stuart even planned to use words to redefine Mo Cheng's race, IQ, sexual preferences and other attributes.
However, all these things were suppressed by Mo Cheng the moment they came out of his mouth.
Use a small test tube and the liquid inside.
"Is this your blood?" Stuart knew Mo Cheng's specialness, and even regretted why he didn't raise the price to one bottle of blood a day when he negotiated with Mo Cheng.
In this way, many of his imagined experiments would become 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 Stuart would refuse.
For an alchemist, dragon's blood, a rare material that is almost impossible to obtain, is an irresistible temptation.
It's like a card player seeing a Blue-Eyes White Dragon flash card of which there are only three in the world, or a basketball fan seeing a limited edition pair of AJs with the basketball star's signature on it.
Stuart didn't hesitate at all and took the blood directly, "Deal!"
After taking it and looking at the blood in his hand, Stuart 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 doubts were not unexpected to Mo Cheng. After upgrading many skills involving bloodline to LV 4, those bloodlines seemed to change from implicit to explicit. Stuart could see the degree of impurity in the blood, which was enough to illustrate his ability.
At least apart from Stuart, Mo Cheng had only seen Taisai and could tell that he had many bloodlines, and that guy was just as curious as Stuart, tapping from time to time to try to figure out Mo Cheng's specific species.
Mo Cheng had reason to suspect that after Taisai tried to figure out his species, he would add a new species to the dragon population spectrum.
"Next time I have work to do, I might consider telling you."
There was no intention of giving a direct answer. Mo Cheng knew that not only Stuart, but also countless scholars in the outside world who had devoted their entire lives to studying dragons were trying to confirm his specific species.
But even Mo Cheng himself couldn't answer this question. After all, he had too many mixed skills, coming from various sources.
Dragons, magic, holy light, the King of Olympus, night demons, deep-sea murlocs, evil spirits, and even some kind of curse...
Even Mo Cheng himself didn’t know what words to use to describe himself. A super stitched monster in OMG mode?
"Tsk, a greedy dragon." Stuart didn't care much about not getting an accurate answer. The dragon blood he got was enough for him to study for a long time. "Next time there's work, the reward will be doubled!"
Five milliliters of blood is indeed not enough.
After walking out of the house that had become a fully industrialized production line, Mo Cheng still had a lot of things to do.
The mobilized new recruits and various logistical supplies may not need to be prepared by Mo Cheng himself, but he will definitely need to carry out the handover.
If he wanted to set out with his soldiers, it would be impossible for him not to know how many people he was taking with him and what supplies he was carrying.
This busy work took several days, and by the time it was done it was time to set off.
When Mishasi woke up halfway, Mo Cheng also took the time to meet her and apologize to her.
But...how to put it.
After waking up, Misha always seemed to be avoiding him. This feeling was so subtle that even Mo Cheng himself was not sure whether it was true.
On the day of departure, Mo Cheng led his soldiers to support the northern defense line.
Mishas was at the highest point in the city, looking at a figure that was getting farther and farther away.
Maid Befa stood behind Mishas and suddenly said:
"Although I know that Earl Mo Cheng's actions have made you very angry, hiding like this is not a solution."
As the head maid who had always followed her and grown up with her, Misha 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 things before he put the ring on me. Now when I think about it, my face will turn red. And at the moment he put the ring on me, I even thought of the name of the child."
"Then..." Mishas folded her hands and lay on the stone table, not letting anyone see her face. Her voice was full of grievance. "Then he told me that this was just a contract to ensure that Minanka would not assassinate me when he left."
"It's not what I thought at all!"
The head maid Befa looked at Misha with eyes full of pity. After all, the only thing more painful than loving someone who is a piece of wood is loving someone who is a piece of stone.
But this kind of thing is obviously not something that Maid Belfa can solve. She just replied to Mishasi in a calm tone, "I don't mean to remind you of the pain, but I must tell you that your behavior of hiding from Earl Mo Cheng during this period of time is not very appropriate."
"Based on my observation of the earl, if you had not asked him in person not to sign the [Contract], he would undoubtedly have regarded ."
"Also, I must remind you that Miss Margaret is currently on the northern defense line, and they are about to join forces there to face Siyalanna's army."
"But he said that this ring was the most precious thing in his treasure house, and there was only one in the whole world."
"It's precious not only because it represents meaning, but also because it can be shared with others and it can be said that there is only one ring in the world that can share his power. There is only one of this style."
Maid Befa looked helpless. "According to my observation, Count Mo Cheng is very good at dealing with the playboy's words, and this is an unconscious reaction. Most of the time, he doesn't even know what he is saying."
The words of the head maid Befa described a future to Misha, a future that made her suddenly nervous. Although she was annoyed by Mo Cheng's stone head, she was also not happy to see Mo Cheng sending out the so-called [Protection Contract] everywhere.
"You said... Is it too late for me to ask Mo Cheng to come back now?"
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