The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan had seen many eye-catching clam spirits in TV dramas before. Although the giant river clam he raised was a mirage dragon, it could still be considered a relative of clam spirits.

Since mirage dragons often appeared as clam spirits, Attilan thought it would be nice to give the giant river clam a clam spirit name, but the three clam spirits he knew—two named Pearl and one named Sang Jiu—didn't seem to have good endings.

In a word, tragic! In two words, dismembered!

In short, in Attilan's impression, clam spirits never seemed to have a good ending.

In order to ensure the giant river clam could live a long life, Attilan felt she needed a good name.

Longevity? An'an? Jingjing?

Forget it, since he couldn't think of a good name, he wouldn't bother. Anyway, the giant river clam couldn't speak yet, so whether she had a name or not wasn't important. He would consider the name issue after she could spew mirage gas and transform into a human form.

The giant river clam only absorbed a little bit of the marsh dragon's scattered dragon pearl aura, and she had already grown to her current level of intelligence. But the overgrown dragon essence that Attilan had polished with a lot of energy...

Its intelligence wasn't even as good as the giant river clam.

Speaking of the overgrown dragon essence, Attilan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, as it seemed he wasn't paying much attention to it lately.

The overgrown dragon essence was his number one battle pet, and it had played an important role in several battles with the tiger people, but its growth rate was so slow.

Attilan couldn't even use lightning breath or life energy to accelerate its growth.

He could only choose a node of natural magic for the overgrown dragon essence to inhabit, occasionally throwing it some fragmented natural crystal shards left over from his failed condensations after explosions.

Like throwing bones to a puppy, the overgrown dragon essence could absorb the natural crystal shards for a long time, and even treat the shards as treasures, storing them in its nest.

Although the overgrown dragon essence was very large, Attilan did feel like he was raising a cute puppy when he looked at it.

Since he had seen the giant river clam today, he might as well go see the overgrown dragon essence as well.

However, Attilan first needed to put the giant river clam into his underwater dragon nest, where the water element would be relatively richer. The water element in the clam field was a bit too thin.

Besides Sal, the talented shaman apprentice, the old fishman also had several fishman apprentices, but these fishmen didn't have much talent. The water element they summoned wasn't even enough to irrigate the clam field.

In order to make the cultivated pearls more lustrous, it was necessary to nourish the clams with water element.

As long as it was water, it would contain water element, but the water element content of different waters varied greatly.

Pearls cultivated in an environment with low water element were dull and lackluster, while magic pearls cultivated in an environment with high concentration of water element, regardless of their color, emitted a light that could be described as soul-stirring.

Male professionals would melt these pearls and gems containing pure magic into their existing equipment and tools, or create new tools.

Anyway, these beautiful gems would mostly disappear without a trace.

Female professionals or noble ladies would want to use these glittering jewels to make crowns, earrings, rings, and necklaces to make themselves even more beautiful.

The better the magic of the gem, the higher the temptation for intelligent life. Maybe you are indifferent to a hot succubus, but when you see a top-notch gem, your eyes will definitely not be able to look away.

For example, the Dark Night Star that Attilan had just given to the giant river clam already had the initial allure to charm people's hearts.

Mirage pearls, like mind flayers, have the ability to manipulate the mind, making them essential tools for bewitching people.

Letting the giant river clam live near his underwater dragon nest was not only for the giant river clam, but also to enhance the effect of the Dark Night Star. Many shady plans required such a tool.

Holding the giant river clam, he dived into the lake, came to the underwater dragon nest, dug out a cave more than a meter high, opened a small opening from the dragon nest to connect with the cave, and brought the water element from next door.

There was a strong dragon aura here, and no short-sighted underwater creatures dared to break in. Moreover, the dragon nest was guarded by the blue fish spirit. If anything really ran in, the blue fish spirit could knock it unconscious with a flick of its tail.

"You can absorb the water element here with peace of mind in the future. As for food, I will arrange for the fishmen to bring it to you."

This glorious task was naturally handed over to Sal. As a shaman, what he needed most was various natural creatures and elemental spirits that he could communicate with.

In addition to the blue fish spirit, the giant river clam and overgrown dragon essence raised by Attilan were all valuable existences for communication.

Attilan felt that their combat power was nothing special, but if Sal could borrow their power, he would have many more ways to deal with enemies.

The clam shell gently shook, revealing the giant river clam's joy. She liked the environment of the underwater dragon nest very much, mainly because the sea dragon aura belonging to Attilan made the giant river clam feel very at ease.

"Big Blue, take her around."

The blue fish spirit drilled over from the side, circling around the giant river clam happily. It was very happy for this giant river clam that might become a companion.

The blue-scaled fishmen had been raising magic blue fish, not only because they needed the blue fish to increase their combat power in the water, but also because the blue fish spirit wanted to increase the number of companions.

The old fishman couldn't find other spirits, so he could only increase the number of ordinary big blue fish.

During the process of Attilan flying towards the habitat of the overgrown dragon essence in the forest, he suddenly discovered something that made him curious.

It was a female druid who had joined the Thunder Mutual Aid Society, but had a very low profile. Attilan only knew that she had a good relationship with Flower Girl, and seemed to be from the botany school.

She was actually harvesting mature foxtail grass.

Attilan immediately landed beside her.

"Why are you collecting foxtail grass seeds? Don't tell me you plan to cultivate foxtail grass?"

Grass Girl smiled and patted the half-basket of foxtail grass that was already filled, and said:

"Yes, Chairman, I want to cultivate foxtail grass and domesticate it into a grain that is no less than wheat. This topic is very valuable for research."

Attilan nodded heavily and said:

"If you really domesticate foxtail grass into millet, you will be the Mother of Millet!"

Grass Girl smiled and shook her head.

"How can it be as exaggerated as you said, Chairman? I don't think I will be able to domesticate foxtail grass into a grain with a yield per mu that can fill people's stomachs before I die."

Attilan said with firm eyes:

"You are braver than most druids just by daring to do it! I will also participate in this topic. If millet is really cultivated, my dependents will be the first to benefit."

Selecting large, full foxtail grass seeds is a repetitive and complicated task. Druids not only cannot obtain much natural magic during the domestication process, but also waste a lot of cultivation time.

Attilan had observed the ears of foxtail grass in the forest, which were generally less than five centimeters long, and the seeds were also small and shriveled, basically not having edible value.

You must know that in the world before Attilan's transmigration, humans also spent six thousand years to domesticate foxtail grass into millet.

Of course, druids can see the gene fragments of foxtail grass, and can better screen foxtail grass seeds with edible value.

But Attilan couldn't be sure whether he and Grass Girl could domesticate foxtail grass from weeds into miscellaneous grains before Grass Girl died.

Miscellaneous grains refer to the status of grains. In addition to planting wheat, increase the ability to resist risks by planting millet, so as not to have no harvest.

The main grain is naturally not delicious, but it has a high yield and can keep people alive.

"How long do you think these grass seeds can cultivate into ears of grain?"

Grass Girl shook her head and said:

"I don't know either. The length of the grass fruit currently collected is about five centimeters. I would be very satisfied if I could cultivate the next generation of grass seeds with a stable length of six or seven centimeters this year."

Attilan nodded in agreement and asked:

"Compared to domesticating foxtail grass, I think it seems more valuable to screen existing wheat seeds to obtain wheat varieties with higher yields, right?"

Grass Girl smiled and shook her head:

"That's a question that Dragon Lord should consider. I think it's more valuable to cultivate millet, a new grain. Chairman, are you planning to withdraw and select wheat?"

Attilan directly slapped the ground.

"Since I promised to join, then I will naturally not easily withdraw. However, you don't need to do the work of collecting grass seeds, which has no technical content."

"I will dispatch some kobolds to assist you in collecting and cultivating millet. You only need to be responsible for screening grass seeds and selecting valuable ability fragments in the grass seeds."

Grass Girl's eyes lit up.

"Thank you, Chairman!"

Attilan looked at Grass Girl in confusion and asked:

"I think you are quite talkative. Why don't you say anything when you participate in the Thunder Gathering?"

Grass Girl said somewhat absentmindedly:

"I don't think it's interesting to talk to people. Communicating with plants, understanding their needs, and cultivating new varieties of flowers, plants and trees is what I want to do."

"Communicating with people is wasting time."

"Then why did you say so much to me today?"

Grass Girl just patted the foxtail grass in the basket and didn't speak.

"You see that I am willing to join your topic and also provide manpower, so you are willing to talk to me?"

Grass Girl shook her head and said:

"No, we are in the same research group, so our conversation is not a meaningless exchange, but to domesticate foxtail grass faster and cultivate better millet!"

Attilan pursed his lips and looked at Grass Girl helplessly. Through Grass Girl, he discovered a problem, that is, the other druids of the Thunder Mutual Aid Society may not be unable to speak.

They just don't want to communicate meaninglessly.

Attilan and the others like the life of happy and carefree banquets, but this group of taciturn guys are not social phobes, but because they put all their energy into their interested cultivation.

Maybe their research cannot create too much value. But they enjoy it.

Attilan admires this kind of person.

But, he also wants to try to transform them like Grass Girl.