Chapter 391 Earth Technology VS Manor Master’s Metaphysics

At the gate of the manor, the security guard secretly peeked into the manor like a chicken thief.

Over the endless years, the old security guard was a good teacher, and finally developed the class teacher's unique secret skill - "peeping through the rear window". Ah no, the servant master's unique secret skill is "remarkable".

This is a voyeuristic skill that no one with three eyes can match, but it can only be used to look down on the manor owner he serves or teaches.

This time, the security guard came with his own "teaching plan".

He has taught countless young manor owners and knows how to make a manor owner quickly become a talent. He is confident that even the most stupid manor owner can take the right path.

Although the original plan was to let Zhuang Buyuan, the "wild village owner", develop freely, he really couldn't stand it anymore.

How stupid this village owner is! No matter what!

The glory of the manor owner has been completely ruined by him!

However, you need to think more about how to show off. If you want Zhuang Buyuan to take him to heart, you must naturally show your value.

And he had a good idea, which was to tell Zhuang Buyuan that even without the Wu Ling clan, an excellent manor owner should have hundreds of ways to solve the current problem.

It's just a matter of rescuing a few dogs. It's such a simple thing, and he can think of many ways to do it.

As long as he helps Zhuang Buyuan solve the current problem, he will definitely gain the admiration of Zhuang Buyuan, and maybe he can help Zhuang Buyuan, the stupid owner of the village, to take the right path before he is stupid enough to kill himself.

However, the development of things was completely different from what he thought.

So the security guard was scratching his head and head anxiously at the door. How could this be possible? Why don't you follow the script?

The security guard scratching his head at the door attracted a lot of people's attention.

Pedestrians passing by looked at him curiously and were relieved when they saw the security uniform he was wearing, thinking that this was the new security guard hired by the manor.

"The manor has hired security guards."

"Other security guards look outside, why is this security guard always looking in?"

"Maybe it's because something strange ran out of the manor last time, so we hired a security guard to watch at the door?"

"It's possible, but the security guard is too old and too thin... Is the owner poor again? Can't afford a good security guard?"

"I guess he's poor."

"The owner is always poor."

"But it's not easy for a security guard to work as a security guard at such an old age."

"Let's go and buy some more from the manor, and add a chicken drumstick to the security guard."

"Go with the same thing, add a chicken drumstick."

In the manor, a group of servants looked at Zhuang Buyuan with their mouths open.

"You...what did you just say?"

"Can you please say it again?"

"I'm sorry, owner, I must have heard wrong..."

Zhuang Buyuan said: "I said, since the Wu Ling clan has been extinct, and the old bastard Servant Master doesn't know where he is, we can't count on them. Anyway, even if he is really found, these old magic sticks, apart from Shen Shen Nao Dao, I guess It’s no use either.”

The security guard was so angry that he almost vomited blood: You are the old bastard! You are the old bastard! You are of no use!

Since you said that, I don't care about you. I don't believe you can come up with anything!

"Manor...manor owner..." Jianbo took a breath, "manor owner, please don't say that, manor owners are still very scary..."

Although these people from the Exiled Era were tolerated by both the manor owners and the Industrial Party, they still lived in the shadow of the manor owners. I don’t know how many people’s bedtime stories were about the brutal manor owners.

"Awesome? A race that can cure all diseases, but it can't even cure itself? There is no one else who can wipe itself out..."

"Zhuang...Zhuang Zhuang Master..." Jianbo was even more frightened now, "Do you know who domesticated the Wuling clan?"

"I don't know." Zhuang Buyuan shook his head.

I know you don't know! Jianbo gasped for air.

If you knew, you wouldn't say that!

"It's Mr. Bai Zhuan! Mr. Bai Zhuan is the leader of the Zhuan Yi tribe who is best at domesticating among the three major clans in the manor owner's era, and Lord Bai Zhuan himself is also the recognized leader of the manor owner!" Jianbo shrank and looked around, " But please don’t say anything bad about Master Zhu Zhuan..."

"Can he still hear it?" Zhuang Buyuan wondered, "Isn't he already dead?"

"The owners of the manor are very evil...and no one knows whether Master Zhu Zhuan is dead or not, he is just missing...Manor owner, there is a god at the top of your head! Be careful what you say! Be careful what you say!"

"The owner of the manor is not a god, and the Wu Ling clan is really nothing great. Why don't they fail and not let anyone tell them?" Zhuang Buyuan snorted at him.

To Zhuang Buyuan, the manor owners were just a bunch of dead old guys.

Outside the door, the security guard couldn't wait to roar. He went in and yelled at Zhuang Buyuan.

But he raised his feet several times, but finally sighed.

Zhuang Buyuan was right, the Wu Ling clan was indeed a stain on Baizhuan.

Zhuan Zhuan is a man of great talent and is already the top being among the manor owners, but he has also had several well-known failures. The Wuling clan is one of them. During the manor owner's era, the manor's servants had various species and different life forms. It is an impossible task for a race to take care of all kinds of diseases of all living things, but Zhuan Zhuan has managed to do it.

What is different from the domesticated "whipping overseer" Mife'er is that the Wuling tribe is a race that was created out of nothing.

But no one knows that Zhuan Zhuan's original dream was not to tame a "race of doctors", but to tame the most powerful creature.

Zhuan used strong methods to force thousands of different races to mate and produce offspring in an attempt to bring together the advantages of all species. He even broke the boundaries between different life forms many times.

At that time, Bo Zhuan was very high-spirited and believed that all the secrets in the world were in his own hands. He could not wait to challenge the power of nature itself and become a true god.

Was it a success or a failure in the end?

How about success? How about failure? The era of the manor owner finally dispersed with the wind.

But now even a stupid little village owner dares to speak wildly and comment on the great achievements that the all-powerful Bo Zhuan achieved?

If I remember correctly, Mr. Village Owner, you haven't even completed the achievement of primary domestication!

As if to irritate the security guard, Zhuang Buyuan added: "If I were Bao Zhuan, with endless life, I would definitely do better than him. These manor owners think very highly of themselves, but they remain stuck in their ways. They are so stupid! No wonder they were exterminated by the Industrial Party!"

madness!

Arrogant!

In the past, the security guard would have rushed in and struck Zhuang's palm with a ruler.

I have never seen such an arrogant student in my life!

May I ask the owner, how many times have you completed primary domestication, how many times have you completed intermediate domestication, and how many times have you completed advanced domestication? How many domestication techniques do you know?

A mere village-level manor owner, who can't even tame a tiger, actually talks wildly?

Damn it, don't stop me, I'm going to kill someone!

The security guard was furious at the gate of the manor and wanted to rush in.

This child, as a manor owner, has no respect for his seniors at all!

How could such a person possibly revive the era of manor owners?

If we kill this manor owner, maybe the manor owners will be able to revive!

Taking ten thousand steps back, he would like to ask Zhuang Buyuan. If nothing else, just talk about the current problem, what solution do you have?

Zhuang Buyuan really has an idea.

This idea was inspired by Satzler.

Satzler was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but after just one night's rest, he was immediately alive and kicking.

"This kind of recovery ability of the fallen dragon people can be called abnormal. What if this recovery ability is grafted to Dahu and the others?"

"Grafting? How to graft?" Uncle Jian wondered.

Outside the door, the security guard was also extremely puzzled.

Although the manor owners have domesticated countless species, they are like a farming civilization that has lasted for an extremely long time. The manor owners cherish knowledge so much that their experience cannot be summarized and refined into systematic knowledge. Their own explanations and systems are messy. Being able to use it but not understanding it is more like metaphysics than science.

Can plantation owners graft traits from one species onto another?

The answer is yes. There are countless magical creatures in the universe, and there are indeed a few creatures that have this ability.

But those creatures are also extinct.

Just like the Wu Ling clan.

What would Zhuang Buyuan do without these magical creatures?

"Genetic engineering." Zhuang Buyuan spat out four words softly.

The servants of the Exile Era looked confused, and the servants of Earth were dumbfounded.

Damn it, if the owner hadn't said these four words, I would have almost forgotten that this is a science fiction novel!

We have already gone further and further down the road of fantasy.

"Ever since I became the owner of the manor, my way of thinking has been restricted unknowingly." Zhuang Buyuan shook his head, "Whenever I encounter any problem, my first thought is to find some kind of magical creature, but I forget to return it." There are other ways. After all, we live on earth and this is a technological society!"

"Theoretically, any characteristics of living things should be recorded in genes. As long as we find the right gene and graft it onto Dahu and the others, we should be able to save Dahu."

"Master, the recovery ability of fallen dragons is also limited." Jianbo said, "Dahu and the others are too seriously injured!"

Zhuang Buyuan looked at the three pounds and four ounces next to him.

"My uncle only has one hand. The other hands were cut off and he hasn't grown back!" Sanjin Siliang quickly raised his hand to prove it. But Zhuang Buyuan and others looked at their hands, eager to try cutting them off, but he hurriedly took them back.

"Where are you Gangbao?" Zhuang Buyuan looked at Gangbao, "Three-eyed people are molluscs, so they should have great recovery capabilities."

Gangbao said, owner of the village, you are discriminating against us Santong people!

We three-eyed people are not molluscs!

Yes, we three-eyed people were once molluscs, but we are no longer so!

"Is there any creature with particularly strong recovery ability in the Exile Era?" Zhuang Buyuan asked Jianbo.

My top recruiter is horny right now.

"As far as I know, the ones with the strongest recovery ability are probably the blood servants. It is said that they have six legs and four heads. If any head is cut off, it can grow back. Unfortunately... there are no blood servants in the Exile Era. The other creatures... well, they seem to be pretty much the same."

"Blood servant? I have one." Zhuang Buyuan turned around and went out. Not long after, he dragged a big bag in and dumped a pile of dead bones on the ground with a clatter.

I'm stuck...I've been revising this chapter for four hours and I'm still not satisfied...ORZ...