However, just as he was eating with gusto, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and he thought of the red-crowned and white-feathered chickens that he had carefully raised in the Elf Forest.
Those little guys are his treasures. In the quiet forest, he takes good care of them every day, watching them stroll and peck happily on the grass, their feathers sparkling white in the sun, and the red crowns on their heads are bright and dazzling, like rubies.
Thinking of this, Hoyde couldn't help but secretly say that he was guilty. Just for a moment, he actually associated those endangered little cuties with the fried chicken in front of him.
When he thought of the red-crested, white-feathered chickens he raised, Hoyd couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a doting smile like one looking at a child.
His thoughts drifted away, and he naturally thought of his good friend Weber, thinking firmly in his heart: Weber must have taken good care of the red-crested and white-feathered chickens I gave him. After all, they are a group of cute and precious little guys, and he must regard them as treasures as I do.
Hoyde was eating heartily, and he could not hide his curiosity about the delicious fried chicken and roasted chicken. He quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped the corner of his mouth, stepped forward, and asked the store owner anxiously: "Boss, what kind of chicken do you use to make this roasted chicken and fried chicken? How can it be so delicious? I have traveled for half my life and have never tasted anything like this."
When the chubby store manager heard Hood's question, a barely perceptible cunning flashed across his face, and he handed over the roast chicken he ordered first. The roast chicken was still emitting tempting heat, with a shiny, sizzling skin.
Afterwards, the store manager smiled and said, "You've asked the right person. Most people don't know the types of roasted and fried chicken we make. That's why we sell them at such a high price." As he spoke, he deliberately puffed out his chest with a proud look on his face.
Then, the fat store manager approached Hoyd mysteriously and asked in a low voice, "Do you know the red-crowned white-feathered chicken?"
It looked as if they were sharing a huge secret.
When Hoyd heard the name, his expression froze for a moment. The heartwarming scene of himself taking good care of the group of red-crowned and white-feathered chickens in the Elf Forest emerged in his mind, and his heart skipped a beat.
Before Hoyde could recover from his shock, the fat store manager kept talking: "This red-crowned white-feathered chicken is a rare creature, a magical beast that only appears in the mysterious Elf Forest. They are very gentle and never hurt anyone. They are also handsome, with white feathers and bright red crests. But unfortunately, this thing is extremely endangered, and it is even more difficult to breed it. The conditions are very harsh, so the number is naturally scarce. Only in our Arcane City, you have the good fortune to eat roasted and fried chicken made from this rare creature."
As he spoke, the fat store manager turned around and carefully took out a fresh red-crowned white-feathered chicken from the cage at the back. He held it in his hands and introduced it to Hoyde as if he was showing off a rare treasure: "Look, this is the little guy. Doesn't he look very energetic?"
Hoyde took a closer look and his eyes almost popped out of his head, exclaiming in his heart: Damn, it really is a red-comb and white-feathered chicken!
There are only a pitifully small number of these things in the Forest of Elves, and I can’t even take care of them on a daily basis. How dare you take them out to make roasted chicken and fried chicken and sell them?
His hands unconsciously clenched the cane, his face full of shock and anger.
But the tempting aroma of roasted chicken and fried chicken entered his nose at an inopportune time. Hood had to admit that the red-crested and white-feathered chicken tasted really delicious. He couldn't help but wonder if this creature was eaten to the point of endangerment because it was so delicious.
And Hood's idea actually turned out to be a success!
At this moment in the city hall, the sunlight shines through the tall windows onto the large table in front of Merlin. Selene, the moon goddess in loli form, is devouring fried chicken without any image. Her little hands are greasy, her cheeks are bulging, and she is eating with great satisfaction.
The reason why the red-crested white-feathered chicken is endangered is largely due to the greedy moon god!
"Is it really that serious? Be careful not to choke if you eat so fast." Merlin couldn't help but say as he looked at the Moon Goddess who was eating so intently that her hands were covered in greasy food.
"What do you know?" Moon Goddess Selene took the time to glance at Merlin, holding the fried chicken nuggets and saying with a smile, "I haven't eaten red-crowned white-feathered chicken for a long time. If I hadn't made up my mind to cancel the red-crowned white-feathered chicken as a sacrificial offering, this creature would have been eaten to extinction by me long ago!"
There was no trace of guilt in her tone, but rather a hint of boasting, as if she was recounting a remarkable feat.
Merlin sighed softly and advised earnestly: "Eating too much greasy food is not good for your health."
"Merlin, you're meddling too much!" The Moon Goddess was immediately annoyed when she heard this. She puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "Besides, I'm a god! These mundane problems won't come to me. It's not a problem!"
Merlin shook his head helplessly, looking at the greasy documents on the table, and said with a smile: "Then don't touch the documents on the table with your greasy hands! These are all important information about the development of the Arcane City."
"Got it!" Moon Goddess responded casually, but her eyes were still fixed on the fried chicken in her hand. It was obvious that she didn't take Merlin's words to heart.
Meanwhile, at the snack street, Hoyde suppressed his inner emotions. He thought something was wrong. These red-crowned, white-feathered chickens were only found in the Elf Forest. If one was missing, he would definitely be able to spot it.
The only ones left are from Weber's side, but... Hood looked at the roast chickens in his boss's shop. Even if all the red-crowned white-feathered chickens raised by him and Weber were added together, there might not be so many, right?
"Boss, do you want to sell this live red-crowned white-feathered chicken?"
"Ah?" The boss was stunned after hearing what Hoyd said.
The garden behind the Mage Tower of the Arcane Academy is full of colorful flowers and green grass. Exotic magical flowers compete with each other in beauty and emit charming fragrance. When the breeze blows, the petals and grass leaves sway gently, as if whispering to each other.
In this quiet and beautiful scene, Hood rushed over in a hurry. His eager footsteps brought up a breeze that made the flowers and plants tremble.
"Weber! Weber!" Hood shouted his old friend's name at the top of his lungs. His voice was filled with anxiety and anger, and it echoed in the garden.
Weber was sitting on a stone bench in the garden at this time, leisurely flipping through an ancient magic book. When he heard this familiar voice, he knew it must be his old friend Hood.
Weber stood up slowly, and just as he looked up, he saw that Hood, the old man who usually walked steadily, was sprinting towards him at a very fast speed, as if there were thousands of troops chasing him.
Looking more closely, I saw that Hoyd was holding two chicken cages in his hands. Inside were naturally red-crested, white-feathered chickens. The little guys were pacing restlessly in the cages, making a few low sounds from time to time.
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