Yang Feng looked at the immemorial black dragon skeleton in his hand, and his eyes revealed a trace of a smile: "Fortunately, the grade of this Moonlight Warlock rank black dragon skeleton is too high, which is why they haven't used it yet. I've picked up a bargain!"
There were all kinds of dragon skeletons everywhere in the dragon area. Dragon bones were the most difficult material to process, which was why they were left behind.
The rest of the dragon scales, dragon blood, dragon tendons, and dragon crystals were mostly used up.
In fact, there were relatively more rare materials in the royal treasury of the Morrince Empire.
After all, Great Alchemists were very rare in the Morrince Empire. In the royal treasury, there were only 2 or 3 Archwizard rank Great Alchemists.
Yang Feng carefully examined the dragon area for a while and saw a lot of good things. Unfortunately, they were of no help in promoting his cultivation base, so he could only choose to give them up.
Yang Feng went directly to the rare ore area. When he saw the rare ores, his heart jumped and he clenched his fists, full of excitement.
"This is star spiral steel ore, which can be used to make antimatter annihilation artillery."
"This is inert atlam stone, which can be used to make warp gates and perform spatial jumps!!"
"This is star rune stone, which can be used to make automatic recovery armor."
"…"
When Yang Feng saw the various rare ores, his heart thumped violently, and he wished he could snatch them all.
After Yang Feng obtained No.3796, he had a large number of super technological designs in his hands.
However, if he wanted to make those super technological items, he first had to solve the problem of materials.
In the rare ore area, there were precious ores collected by the Morrince Empire over 100,000 years. If he could take away all the rare ores in the ore area, Yang Feng would be able to make terrifying battle robots capable of hunting demigod rank powerhouses.
"This is black bonita stone, which can be used to make closed space."
Suddenly, Yang Feng's eyes lit up, and he walked up to a 6-meter-tall black stone. After carefully examining it for a while, he revealed a trace of a smile, extended his hand, and the Black Bonita Stone flew into his hand.
The moment the black bonita stone entered Yang Feng's hand, a ray of light shone, and he disappeared from where he stood. He appeared outside the door.
"You can leave!" Rien waved his hand, and a spatial door appeared out of thin air.
Yang Feng smiled faintly, walked into the spatial gate, and appeared in the imperial study.
Garça smiled and said, "How is it?
Ian, are you satisfied with those treasures? "
Yang Feng said with a slight smile: "I'm very satisfied!
I hope I can go in a few more times. "
Garça glanced at a hidden corner without anyone noticing and saw a blue light appear on a piece of jade. The smile on his face became even wider.
Garça revealed a smile and said, "Good!
Ian, I will now officially appoint you as the Supreme General of the Empire. You will lead the army and suppress the traitor Andre. "
Yang Feng responded calmly: "Yes, Your Majesty!"
After leaving the imperial palace, Yang Feng rode a luxurious carriage towards his villa, a look of indescribable joy in his eyes.
Once Yang Feng used the secret method recorded in the Black Dragon Morph to refine the Moonlight Warlock rank immemorial black dragon bones, the hardness of his bones would surpass that of the Great Warlock rank, and reach the Starry Sky Warlock rank, and even Moonlight Warlock rank.
It could greatly enhance the strength of his body.
In this way, his body would be comparable to the toughest weapon, and his hands would be able to resist Legend rank magic weapons.
Suddenly, the carriage slowly stopped.
A magnetic voice came from outside the carriage: "Duke Ian, I am Florence. I have something to talk to you about."
Yang Feng raised the curtain of the carriage and saw Florence standing quietly not far away. She was beautiful and otherworldly, looking like a beautiful painting.
Yang Feng looked at Florence, and his heart stirred slightly, and he revealed a smile, saying: "Of course, please come up."
With a sweet smile, Florence boarded the carriage and sat opposite Yang Feng, a fragrance wafting out from her.
Looking at the bright and moving Florence, Yang Feng felt that the carriage seemed to have brightened up a lot, and he silently praised: "As expected of a divine chosen of the Goddess of Dance."
Under Yang Feng's unbridled gaze, the always cheerful and generous Florence's pretty face was tainted with a touch of redness.
She waited for a moment and found that Yang Feng had no intention of asking anything, and then hesitated for a moment before saying: "Duke Ian …"
Yang Feng said with a smile: "Just call me Ian. Aren't we friends?"
Florence secretly clenched her silver teeth and said: "Ian, I hope you can help me save 2 people!"
Yang Feng frowned slightly and asked unhurriedly: "Who?"
Florence looked at Yang Feng with a pitiful look in her eyes and pleaded softly: "Emily and Erica of the Amala Family are the two daughters of the Amala Family.
Both of them are my intimate friends.
Because of my father, they are going to be banished to the Rose Pavilion.
Please save them. "
As a divine chosen of the Goddess of Dance, Florence was very noble. Even the emperor of the Morrince Empire didn't dare to be rude to her.
But even so, she didn't have any power, and could only watch helplessly as her close friends were pushed into the fire pit.
The Rose Pavilion was a place that specialized in receiving female relatives of criminal officials and nurturing them into prostitutes. It was one of the largest brothel houses in the St. Tulan City.
As long as you had money, you could unscrupulously enjoy the feeling of being a guest of former aristocratic ladies of the empire.
Countless merchants flocked to the Rose Pavilion. It should be noted that many aristocratic ladies looked down on merchants like them. But now, they had no choice but to endure being toyed with by them. Many merchants were very addicted to this feeling.
The Amala Family was a medium-sized family. The backer they chose was an important minister of the court who was close to the great prince. During the great purge, the family was swept away by the typhoon. The men were thrown into prison, while the women were sent to the Rose Pavilion.
Yang Feng stared at Florence, stroked his chin with his hand, and said meaningfully: "If I save them, how will you thank me?"
Florence said with a sweet smile: "Then how about I dance a few times for you?"
Yang Feng replied with a smile: "Okay!"
The luxurious carriage carried Yang Feng's group of 2 to the Rose Pavilion.
Although it was daytime, but there were all kinds of luxurious carriages parked in front of the Rose Pavilion.
Yang Feng and Florence alighted from the luxurious carriage and strode into the Rose Pavilion.
As soon as they entered the Rose Pavilion, the dozens of men in the Rose Pavilion were deeply attracted by Florence next to Yang Feng, unable to shift their gazes away.
A 31-32 year old beautiful young woman dressed in a black evening gown with an exposed chest and back, a tall and well-developed figure, still charming, and a head full of blonde hair welcomed Yang Feng's duo with a touch of a fragrant breeze: "Hello, I'm the manager here, Ina. May I ask why you're here?"
"What a beautiful woman, so beautiful.
Ha-ha, little beauty, how many gold coins do you want for one night?
I'll take care of it!! "
A young man with a frivolous expression, slightly puffy eyes, a tall yet somewhat obese figure, and the appearance of a silkpants walked over and frivolously reached out to grab Florence.
Florence creased her eyebrows slightly, then took a few steps back and retreated behind Yang Feng.
Yang Feng took a step forward and slapped the young man in the face. The young man's mouth was filled with blood, and several of his teeth were broken.
"You've got guts to hit people in the Rose Pavilion!!
Someone is hitting people in the Rose Pavilion!!
Someone is hitting people in the Rose Pavilion!! "
The young man covered his face, looked at Yang Feng with fear in his eyes, and shouted somewhat incoherently.
Tyrannical auras rose from the Rose Pavilion. Most of the auras belonged to Knight rank experts, but one of them was a tyrannical Star Knight rank aura.
There were countless beautiful women in the Rose Pavilion, many of which were the family members of officials who had committed crimes.
In order to prevent people from robbing them, there were also many experts stationed in the Rose Pavilion.
Before long, a squinting, somewhat obese middle-aged man, escorted by a Star Knight rank swordsman and 20 swordsmen at the Great Knight rank and above, came over.
When the middle-aged man appeared, he squinted his eyes, stared at Florence, and said eerily: "Who dares to use force in my Rose Pavilion?"
Yang Feng smiled coldly and said indifferently: "It's me!
Caillaux. "
"It's you, what guts, to actually …" Caillaux smiled coldly and was about to give an order, when suddenly his eyelids twitched, his mouth opened wide, his face twisted as if by magic, and he revealed a flattering smile: "So it's the great Duke Ian of the Red Earth Continent. Since it's you, you naturally have the qualifications to use force in the Rose Pavilion."
The young man covering his face was dumbstruck, unable to believe his eyes.
Caillaux was the director of the Rose Pavilion. In the eyes of the young man, he was a bigwig who could interact with greater aristocrats on equal footing. Many unruly people were put in order by Caillaux when they entered the Rose Pavilion. Yet now, he was fawning over Yang Feng, making the young man unable to believe his eyes.
Caillaux swept the young man with a glance, sneered, and waved his hand: "Did this little bastard annoy you?
Men, beat him up!
How dare you provoke the great Duke Ian. You really don't know what death is. "
The 2 guards took out 2 big sticks and mercilessly whipped the young man, causing him to scream miserably.
"Sir Duke, please come with me!" Caillaux imperceptibly swept Florence with a glance, and then said to Yang Feng with a flattering expression.