"But, but!" Seglade jumped up and down angrily: "It's annoying enough to be a naughty boy who is forcibly rejuvenated. Who would have known that there was a giant cat hiding in the lake! He almost killed me, meow! What the hell is that?
Thing, Frost Giant Meow?"
"Oh, don't use the word Frost Giant to describe him. He is a far nobler, more ancient and pure race than the Frost Giants and Fire Giants you know." Father Odin turned his head and continued to knock the iron on the anvil.
:"That's a Jotunn."
"Jotun...Giant Meow?"
"They are the distant ancestors of the giant race. They are much larger than the giants you know in terms of strength and size, and they also know all kinds of profound magic. Many ancient civilizations worshiped the Jotun giants as gods, which shows that they are
status among giants. The Jotun giant in the lake was invited by our dragon hunters in order to increase the deterrent power of the forest, but he usually sleeps at the bottom of the lake and is rarely disturbed. You
Did you do something to Dahu to wake him up?"
"Uh... you're right, meow." Seglade remembered that in order to escape from the icy lake, he once wielded the Luna steel long yue to paddle through the water. The huge wave set off by that blow was enough to disturb the bottom of the lake.
of any living thing.
"But why didn't he come after me at the beginning and then showed up after more than ten minutes?"
"Isn't this simple?" Father Odin laughed and said, "That lake is usually a bathing place for a group of pseudo-dragons. Those little things have mysophobia and need to take a bath at least three times a day. Moreover, they are very naughty and play in the water.
, it is common for people to make trouble. The water of that lake has long been filled with the magic power of pseudo-dragons, as well as their smell. When you fall into the lake, your body is also covered with the smell of pseudo-dragons. The Jotun giant has a strong interest in those little ones.
Guys' naughty behavior is common, and usually we don't care about them. But you are different. You are an outsider."
The young leopard man took a deep breath and suddenly realized: "Because I hurriedly lit a fire to dry my body, the pseudo-dragon smell on my body gradually dissipated--so he recognized me, meow!"
"Probably." The old man replied nonchalantly: "I originally thought you would be a smarter kitten, but in fact it's nothing more than that. I advise you to stay away from the forest area in Novi in the past few months."
The Jotun giant is very vindictive, and he has already remembered your scent. Before he completely forgets you, you'd better keep a low profile."
"I can't go into that forest area, meow?" Seglade couldn't help but protested: "How can meow be like this! I still have to catch a pseudo-dragon, I can't give up halfway, meow!"
"Pseudodragon? Didn't you catch one?"
"What?"
Father Odin pointed at Seglade's shoulder.
Only then did Seglade notice that there was something lying on his shoulder.
"Quah?" the small silver pseudo-dragon called out to the leopard boy.
"You kid, when did you follow me here, Meow?" This unexpected discovery surprised Seglade, but his joy only lasted two seconds: "But it's useless Meow. This child is still young, so there is probably nothing wrong with him."
Magic power, meow. To enchant pine resin, you have to let other pseudo-dragons do it, meow."
"No, this has nothing to do with age. As long as it is a pseudo-dragon, you can use their body fluids to enchant rosin." Father Odin chuckled: "And you kid has found a treasure. This little guy is quite rare.
Star Silver Pseudo-Dragon, it is a [full attribute preference] variety, which means that the fire, thunder, and ice enchantments made from its body fluids are all equally powerful."
"Yes, it's meow?" Seglade looked at the silver little lizard again: "I didn't expect you to be useful, meow."
"Quack~" The little pseudo-dragon swiped the leopard boy's face with its tail in protest.
"Now that you have got what you want," Odin's father handed Seglade the clothes again: "Should you put the clothes on and go back to your hotel quickly? You kid
It keeps getting in the way of my work, which is quite annoying."
"Uh! Okay, meow..." Seglade then remembered that he had only been wearing a pair of crotch cloths since then, and couldn't help but blushing with embarrassment.
"Quack~" The little pseudo-dragon sniffed Seglade and immediately climbed on top of the leopard boy.
"But Mr. Hank's pants were left over there, sorry." Seglade apologized while putting on his clothes.
"I'll find a way to recycle it later." The old man didn't care very much. After all, he could freely enter and leave the forest area in Novi. The Jotun giant was only after Seglade, not Father Odin.
Seeing the pseudo-dragon sniffing him, Seglade figured everything out at this time. He lowered his voice and asked Odin quietly: "Actually, there is still a shortcut to capture the pseudo-dragon, meow."
"Oh? Let's talk about it?" The old man deliberately remained calm and tried to trick the Leopard Man boy into saying something.
"These little things rely on smell to identify their fellow cats. This pseudo-dragon also rejected me at first. I wanted to catch it, but it drenched its face with urine." Seglade analyzed: "But when I
I accidentally fell into the lake. When I was in a hurry to stay warm and save my life, it came to help me. Because I was stained with the lake water full of pseudo-dragon smell, it regarded me as its companion."
"Good analysis." The old man smiled calmly.
"However, any uninformed person who casually touches the big lake will be very troubled by the rejuvenation effect. Secondly, he is very likely to be attacked by the Jotun giants, so this method of gaining the trust of the pseudo-dragons is also very risky. Meow
." Seglade rolled his eyes at Odin's father: "That's right, it's almost foolproof. You dragon hunters have thought everything through so carefully."
"Huh-huh, there's no need for praise. In the end, you still got a fake dragon for yourself. Isn't that pretty good?" The old man sneered.
Seglade rolled his eyes at the old man. He knew very well that he was just lucky this time. He happened to meet a little pseudo-dragon that didn't recognize animals, and he happened to be stained with lake water that smelled like a pseudo-dragon, so he was mistaken for a pseudo-dragon.
Just a companion. He was even just perfect enough to survive the pursuit of the Jotun giant. Father Odin took Segrad to hunt the pseudo-dragon, basically taking him into a death trap and letting the leopard
Young people are left to fend for themselves.
What is the purpose of this old man?
"What are you still thinking about? Let's go quickly?" Odin's father thought that Seglade was hindering his work, so he began to issue an eviction order.
"Wait a moment, meow." The leopard boy picked up the smelting hammer and said, "Lend me the furnace. I have to cast something more, meow."
"Have you thought about what you should use to fight tomorrow?"
"Well... I have an idea, nya." Seglade replied. He recalled the experience of escaping from the Jotun giant just now, and when he looked at a large piece of metal material on the side, his eyes gradually emerged