"Especially the ’Coral Market’ on the main island, which holds the most comprehensive treasure collection in the entire Endless Sea region, with many antiques even traceable back to the Second Era.
If you’re interested in these things, you definitely shouldn’t miss it."
"It certainly sounds tempting."
Ron responded softly, while his mind had already started calculating.
Recently, through observing Dale, he discovered that although the Little Sea Siren had already obtained a rather pure Golden Ring Sea Siren bloodline, there was still room for further enhancement.
Especially her occasional affinity for the Wind Element, this is a direction worth further research.
If suitable amplification materials could be found, it might be possible to create a more complete bloodline system for her.
Just as the two were conversing, a subtle energy fluctuation suddenly wafted through the air.
It was a pulse of extremely primal and wild Life Energy.
Like the breath of an untamed beast, forming invisible ripples in the high sky.
The two Wizards almost simultaneously stopped their conversation, their expressions becoming alert.
Ron squinted slightly, his Spiritual Power extending like invisible tentacles around him, quickly capturing the source of the energy fluctuation.
It was a group of flying creatures from the southeast, their energy signatures carrying strong animalistic traits and an intense sexuality.
"Did you sense it?"
Reynolds asked in a lowered voice, his blue eyes instantly becoming sharp like an eagle’s, his fingers silently sliding into his sleeve, ready to draw out his magic wand at any moment:
"That chaotic energy fluctuation..."
"Harpies, it’s likely their mating season now."
Ron’s gaze turned to the distant horizon, where some black dots could be seen rapidly approaching:
"And, there are quite a few of them, at least thirty to forty."
The wind flowed between the two, carrying a faint sweet scent.
It was the unique pheromone of the harpies, which becomes exceptionally strong during mating season.
He pondered for a moment, recalling the records about harpies in the Extraordinary Creatures Atlas:
"Harpies in their mating season secrete a special pheromone that strongly stimulates their desires.
They also lose basic rationality and initiate indiscriminate matings with any male being."
His glance swept across the entire deck, where many male passengers were enjoying the scenery:
"The mixed scent of so many male passengers on the airship is the strongest lure for harpies in their mating season."
Reynolds looked concerned:
"If we leave it unchecked, they might tear through the outer protective barrier of the airship."
The two exchanged a glance, a silent understanding instantly reached.
"I’ll be responsible for capturing, and you’ll handle the binding?"
Ron suggested softly, his thoughts already turning towards the bloodline essence of those harpies.
As it happens, I’m also short on materials right now.
A hint of surprise flashed through Reynolds’ eyes:
"Do you have a way to subdue them without harming their lives? Harpies in mating season are known for their madness and fearlessness of death."
"I happen to have a suitable Magic System, let’s act now, time is a bit tight."
Ron gazed through a small porthole, watching the rapidly approaching black dots.
Now it was clear to see their forms—the upper body was that of a human female, with smooth skin and full breasts;
the lower body was an eagle’s wings and sharp talons, key parts covered in glossy chestnut feathers.
The most striking feature was their eyes, devoid of reason or thought, only endless desire, like burning lava, a fiery red.
Reynolds drew out an ancient-looking magic wand from his sleeve.
The wand was entirely made of some silvery-white metal, with blue crystals embedded on its surface, gleaming in the sunlight.
At the same time, a focused look appeared in Ron’s eyes as his Spiritual Power surged to his fingertips like a tide.