44 Salvage(7)

'Whatever, this slavery system just works fine for me though. Since I can create my own team of slave harem after all.'

Morsan just gave up on thinking about it and started to follow Lelin again.

Lelin led Morsan deeper into the dimly lit tent, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was heavy with a mixture of anticipation and mystery as they ventured further into the unknown. The tent seemed to stretch on endlessly, its fabric walls concealing secrets and wonders waiting to be discovered.

As they approached the corner of the tent, Morsan's heightened senses kicked in, his leopard-like instincts guiding him through the darkness. His eyes now adapted to the low light, caught sight of a wooden bowl nestled in the shadows. Within it, a cluster of eggs lay, their delicate shells shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Morsan's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the eggs. Each one seemed to pulsate with an energy that resonated deep within his bloodline. The power emanating from them was palpable, and he could feel his bloodline stirring in response. It was as if the fused bloodlines inside his body were reacting to them. He could barely resist the temptation to crush those eggs and collect their lineage.

"There are so many powerful creatures with high-level bloodlines in here!"

Tizona's voice echoed in Morsan's mind, his excitement mirroring his own. Tizona possessed the unique ability to detect and appraise the bloodline of every creature within 200 meters. 

Morsan's expression turned puzzled as he studied the eggs more closely. Each one was unique, displaying intricate patterns and colors that hinted at the extraordinary beings they would eventually become.

"Where do these eggs come from?!"

Lelin noticed the confusion and surprise etched on Morsan's face and said with a smirk. 

"Illegally transported from Siltvelt into Melromarc, they didn't have any proper records about their existence. That's why we decided to take some monster's eggs for ourselves before the new slave trader arrived. No one would know if one or two eggs were missed. What do you think?" 

Morsan was surprised to hear this from Lelin and raised his eyes. He didn't expect this side of Lelin. A wide grin formed on Morsan's face as he spoke, "You're awesome, Lelin. I didn't know you had it in you. I thought you wouldn't do anything without asking Egone's permission." 

Lelin flinched when he saw Morsan's evil grin and replied, "Hey, what are you talking about? His Highness Egone is the one who gave me this idea." 

"Tsk, I take back my praise for you then. Can I take all of these eggs with me? I can pay you their worth," Morsan said. 

"No, I don't know what's your planning with all of those eggs but I already gave the details about the existence of these eggs. We can't afford to mess with them. They are so valuable. Follow me, I will show you where the flying dragon's egg is," Lelin replied.

Lelin guided Morsan further into the area, leading him to another wooden crater that remained concealed behind a screen, effectively separating it from the rest of the eggs.

Each egg displayed unique patterns resembling dragon scales.

"Fortunately, we have a skilled beast tamer accompanying us who can determine their species. Select one of them..."

In this world, there exist individuals known as Monster Tamers who operate Ranches to raise and nurture monsters.

They possess extensive knowledge about various types of monsters and their specific abilities.

Moreover, they possess the ability to identify the species of a monster even before it hatches from its egg, thanks to their magical expertise.

Monster Tamers come in different categories, specializing in raising monsters for various purposes such as meat production, transportation, and combat.

Upon receiving a signal from Lelin, Morsan carefully examined each egg. Despite their distinct appearances, Morsan experienced a similar instinctual sensation while observing them. He found himself uncertain about which one to choose.

Despite not needing to worry about their potential for growth due to his ability to make them incredibly powerful regardless of their bloodline limits, he still wants to choose the dragon with the high percentage of pure bloodline as it would help in raising it to become stronger and faster.

"Boy, select the dragon egg in the right corner. It has a higher level of purity compared to the others," Tizona instructed.

Morsan examined the dragon egg pointed out by Tizona and found one with a bluish-ash color.

Although he couldn't distinguish any unique features from the other eggs, he quickly made his decision. Morsan approached Lelin with a satisfied smile and declared,

"I want this egg..."

Lelin furrowed his brows as he observed the egg.

"Are you sure? isn't it too fast?! Shouldn't you take more time to think about it?"

"There's no need... help me mark it with a high-level slave curse..."

Lelin looked at him skeptically before giving in and summoning one of the magicians under his command.

Morsan couldn't see the magician's face as they concealed it with a fox mask and hood.

He was carrying a jar that appeared to be full of ink. They transferred a little ink to a small dish and pushed it in my direction.

"Sir, please give us a little blood. Then the slave registration will be complete, and it will be yours."

"Mmm."

Morsan pressed a pen knife into the end of his finger. As he did so, his bond with Tizona also reacted, but he ignored it knowing the soul bond was also created at the same time on the dragon's egg. So it didn't stop him from drawing blood. He waited for the blood to well up, and then let a few drops drip into the small dish. The mage dipped his brush into the liquid and then pulled the egg to paint the magic onto its Eggshell.

The pattern on Egg began to glow, and Morsan suddenly noticed a flashing status icon in his field of vision.

Slave monster acquired: conditions of use as follows:

A window opened, and it was filled with conditions.

He quickly skimmed through them and entered some conditions even though it hadn't even hatched.

'Attacking me in my sleep, or any other action that entailed the refutation of my will would be punished immediately with pain.'

Also, a party member icon appeared outside of the slave menu, so he looked into that.

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