Bab 1367: What Kind Of Waste Are You?

Mag's eyes lit up as he looked at the crayfish in the tank. They were twice the size of the normal crayfish, and when he turned them over, their bellies were red. They were the reproductive crayfish that he was looking for.

Furthermore, they should be freshly caught from the sea as they were very active. They were waving their pincers energetically.

Mag counted them diligently. There were a total of 45 crayfish.

Together with the reproductive crayfish that he had collected from the fishermen in the past few days, he now had 62 reproductive crayfish. It had already exceeded the number of reproductive crayfish needed to complete the mission after he negotiated with the system.

"The total is 45. I will send the 5000 mud casings to you as soon as possible when I return in the next few days," Mag said to Dexter happily. "I already have enough crayfish. Thank you for making this trip."