Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

Crick stretched out his fingers to the blue crystal on his chest and touched it lightly, and then the range of blue light from the crystal expanded, covering even Don who walked into the melon field.

"I feel that with my current level of proficiency in [Charm] skills, coupled with the already high state of mental strength, this kind of domestic charm pumpkin really may not be able to affect me like it did in [Devil's Lair]." Mind."

Don thought so in his heart, but he walked straight to Crick without saying anything.

"Is the harvest okay?" He said with a smile.

"Very good!" Crick responded with a grin.

I don't know why, although these two people are not very old, but the state of the conversation at this moment is like a pair of harvested old farmers happily talking about the harvest on the ridge of the field.

After happily inspecting the melon fields with Crick and checking the growth of the charming pumpkins, Dawn wanted to explain the reason for his trip to the monster farm.

That's right, I just went to the ruins to buy goods again.

Donne thought so in his heart, but said on his mouth:

"Then what, Crick, is there any vacant breeding ground in the farm? I may have acquired a large number of relic monsters..."

After hearing this, Crick's eyes twitched.

Good one.

But this time when he heard the news, the noble monster scholar didn't feel too surprised.

Maybe I'm used to it...

Creek would be surprised if Dawn didn't bring back some weird edible monsters after traveling for so long.

"And I now feel that what Mr. Dorn told me at the beginning, the [friend] who was keen on adventures in the ruins and brought out the monsters of the ruins and handed them over to him for temporary care, doesn't exist at all..."

Crick thought so.

Is there such a possibility that his friend is himself?

The two came out of the pumpkin field and found an open space in the farm. Don took out "Alice's Bedtime Reading" and began to take out the monsters stored in it.

Glowing pigeons, fire-breathing ducks, extremely vicious and huge snapping turtles, and nightmare seashells that have weak magic power but cannot be underestimated when gathered in groups.

"That's about it. There is a certain amount of each type that can be farmed. Also, I wonder if you have a way to breed this kind of seashells?"

While speaking in this way, Dawn showed each monster to Crick for inspection.

He didn't explain much about the origin of these monsters this time.

I didn't know Crick very well before, so I needed to find some reason to prevaricate.

But now that they are familiar with each other and understand what the other person is like, there is no need for such a thing.

I believe that Crick himself knew how these monsters came from.

I understand everything, needless to say too much.

After seeing these weird monsters, the little monster scientist's original slightly pained expression disappeared instantly, replaced by excitement and ecstasy:

"Raise, I can raise them. I mean, I haven't tried raising sea shells and other monsters, but I can try!"

Dawn nodded upon hearing this.

I just thought in my heart, sure enough, Crick would be very happy to see these monsters, and what I did could be regarded as a kind deed of bringing smiles to others.

Crick was initially observing several new monsters that had been summoned into reality, and then, as if thinking of something, he said in a slightly embarrassed way:

"Mr. Dorn, I just happen to have something to tell you. It is about the fur and horns that you gave me before, which is suspected to be the [messenger]..."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Don raised his eyebrows slightly.

[messenger].

This is the preliminary species judgment made by Crick after identifying the horns and fur of the horned rabbit.

Afterwards, he asked Don to send the material of the horned rabbit to his monsterology teacher Alfonso for further research and analysis.

Then, there is no more...

There has been no specific response until now.

If Crick himself hadn't stayed at Eaton, this could have been judged to be a complete fraud.

"That, didn't I mention it before? My teacher, Alfonso, took other students out to observe monsters. This trip took a long time."

Crick's words were a little hesitant, obviously borrowing the horned rabbit material for so long, and he felt embarrassed that he had neither returned nor made any progress in analysis.

"Well, I understand." Don shrugged.

In his understanding, the monster scientists in the Land of Miracles are somewhat similar to the zoologists on Earth.

In order to observe the habits of animals, it seems reasonable for zoologists to live in deep mountains and old forests for even a year or two.

However, the generosity shown by Donne made the noble boy's cheeks even hotter. He would rather Donne complain to him at this time:

"Recently, my teacher sent me a letter, saying that I will go home in the next few months. As for the fur and horns, they are still temporarily stored at the teacher's house, and have not been studied. They will not be released until the teacher returns." There are results."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." Donne remained calm.

He is really in no hurry.

The matter has dragged on until now, and Donne himself has a little clue about the true identity of the Horned Rabbit...

Of course, when Crick's monsterology teacher returns home, it would be even better if he could use his professional knowledge to find complete ancient records related to horned rabbits.

"You are so kind, Mr. Dorn." Crick sighed.

The two chatted casually for a while facing the monsters captured from the [Minotaus Great Labyrinth].

Until, Miss Charlene appeared behind the two with a few servants.

"Ahem, although you guys had a good chat, I still have the liberty to disturb you." Charlene abruptly interrupted the conversation between the men:

"It's getting late, I should go to the town, and I still have some tavern and hotel matters waiting for me to deal with. Crick, today's tea tastes very good too—gentlemen, then..."

Before she could finish the word "goodbye", she suddenly stopped and her eyes fell on the cage in Crick's hand.

What was contained in that cage was an adult light-feathered pigeon.

"I... what did I see? A glowing pigeon?" Miss Charlene had a question mark on her face.

"Yes, this is the relic monster brought back by Mr. Dorn. The feathers will glow. And after the feathers are separated from the pigeon's body, as long as a little magic power is introduced, they can continue to shine."

Crick explained in this way, and at the same time reached out and took out the light feather net that Donne had just brought out when he introduced the light feather pigeon.

The light feather net in the shape of a dream catcher is exuding soft and bright light in Crick's hands.

Miss Charlene stopped talking, and her eyes fell on the confused Creek for a while, and then fell on the smiling and silent Donne.

In the end, it looked and looked, and it still fell back to the luminous pigeon and the light feather net.

This little aristocratic girl with a sharp mind smelled a business opportunity.

That glowing white googuk is exuding the smell of money!