"Carl, where are we going today?"
At the end of the morning shift, Carl had one more person by his side. This person was Dupon, the Heavenly Dragon. Over the past two years, Carl often went to Dupon's house for dinner.
There was nothing more delicious than the food made by the owner of the Fruit of Taste.
Carl went to Maryjoya many times, and Dupont came to Maryfando many times. In addition, Dupont was young, but his mind was more mature than his peers. After a while, Carl became friends with him.
Play?
Carl rolled his eyes. No matter how mature he was, he was still a seven-year-old kid. He only knew how to play. The world of adults was so wonderful.
"Your place is still the best. There are so many good-looking sisters."
Walking on the street, Dupin looked at the young ladies who walked past him. These young ladies would greet Carl, and some would also greet him.
At this age, he knew how to look at girls, and they were good-looking. This was the mature side of Dupont, and also the reason why Carl was willing to play with him.
" The female slaves in my family are too old. Father doesn't even buy me young and beautiful slaves," Dupont complained.
He had seen the other slaves of the Heavenly Dragon Race. The women were all young and beautiful, and the men were all tall and big. They were not like the slaves in his family.
"Your father is doing this for your own good. Besides, you're different from those trash Heavenly Dragon people. Don't learn from them. Otherwise, don't be friends with me."
Carl said seriously. Dupont was the first person of his age that he recognized, and he was a Heavenly Dragon with a special status.
"I know. I also look down on those people. They only know how to enjoy themselves all day long. They don't even notice the way outsiders look at us."
Dupont nodded, indicating that he wouldn't join those scum. He wanted to be a clear stream among the Heavenly Dragon people, a white lotus that was untainted by mud.
"You haven't said where we're going today. Let's make it clear first that I'm not going to train with you."
Dupin remembered that he had gone to play with Carl, but Carl had forced him to train for the entire afternoon. Although the intensity and volume of training were less than one percent of Carl's, he was still so tired that his tongue was sticking out.
" Strength is the foundation of standing in this world. A nobleman like you who is just waiting for death doesn't understand." Carl glared at Dupont and said arrogantly.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm just waiting to die. You can be envious."
Dupont nodded repeatedly. His identity meant that he didn't need to fight with others. There was no need for cultivation. The Solomon family was already considered unique among the Heavenly Dragon people. They didn't indulge in luxury, didn't play with slaves, and didn't trample on life and dignity.
If another Heavenly Dragon person were to cultivate with all his might, he would probably become a weirdo among the Heavenly Dragon people.
Envy?
Well, Carl was indeed a little envious. After all, if he could be a happy rice worm, who would be willing to shed blood and sweat?
" Where do you want to go?" Carl asked.
Dupont rolled his eyes and said,"Let's go to the Chambord Islands. There are many fun places there."
This suggestion made Carl a little tempted. He nodded and said,"Alright then."
So, Carl borrowed Dupont's Baby Phone Bug to call Granny Crane and told him that he was going to the Chambord Islands with Dupont and would be back tonight or tomorrow.
Granny Crane also agreed. As for worrying about Karl's safety, there was no need at all. She did not even look at who Karl was going with.
That was a Heavenly Dragon person, and the only son of the Solomon clan, one of the strongest clans among the twenty clans. How could Dupont come to the naval headquarters without protection?
There were definitely experts from CP in the dark, so there was no need to worry about Carl's safety.
Carl didn't go to the afternoon training. He stood up Supervisor Couzan and Karp had returned to Donghai.
The Chambord Islands were relatively close to the navy headquarters. It took them less than an hour to reach their destination on the Dupont ship.
The Chambord Islands were made up of many trees, and the ground was the roots. The biggest feature was that the roots of the Alchi Mane tree secreted a special natural resin due to breathing. The resin expanded into bubbles due to the air, and then flew into the sky. Since the bubbles were only suitable for the climate of the Alqiman mangroves, once the bubbles left the climate of the Chambord archipelago, the sap would not be able to fully exert its power and would explode.
Bubble cars, bubble Ferris wheels, houses built on bubbles…Bubble culture permeated every part of Chambord Island.
This was not Carl's first time here. He remembered that when he first came here, he was shocked when he saw those bubbles.
The Chambord Islands were called an archipelago because they were made up of 79 trees. The roots of each tree formed an island with houses and various facilities.
Carl and Dupont's ship stopped at Port 35, which was the 35th big tree. This island and the surrounding islands were soap bubble parks.
There were many amusement facilities inside, so there were the most people on the island nearby. There were locals, many foreign tourists, businessmen, and even pirates hidden among them.
Carl and Dupont wandered among them. Some people noticed the two children and wondered why there were no adults around, but they did not care.
"I heard that there's a shop here that sells the latest flavor of immortal shells."
Dupont didn't know where he had heard it from. Even though he knew that the news was most likely false, Carl, who was a fan of immortal shells, still wanted to give it a try.
Dupont definitely didn't know the way. He had already said that he had heard about it, so it would be strange if he knew the way. The two of them asked as they walked. On the way, they saw some delicious snacks and bought a few. The money was naturally paid by Dupont.
He was eating unknown grilled fish and drinking dark fruit juice. It was neither clean nor good-looking, but it tasted good. As long as it tasted good, any slight inadequacies could be forgiven.
"You really dare to drink!"
Dupont looked at Carl, who was drinking the dark juice, with a look of disgust. This was not juice at all. The boss had said that it was the bile of a sea fish.
Bile, such a bitter thing with such a black color, even a stomach made of iron couldn't take it.
" It's cool and tastes good. It can prevent heatstroke on such a hot day," Carl said nonchalantly.
A qualified foodie was someone who dared to try all kinds of strange food. Only then would you be able to discover more delicious things.
For example, he bought the black fish bile drink in front of him with the intention of giving it a try. Because of the Life Fruit, food poisoning was completely non-existent.
If it didn't taste good, it would at most affect his taste buds. He could just throw it away and buy other exotic snacks.
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