"Take away the dog's fat and teeth. There is acidity and poison in the flesh. We can't touch it, so leave it for it."

Adam finished as usual.

The strong men were all planning to start dealing with griffins, but when they heard this, they looked over blankly.

He had to explain.

"Oh, that's right, I'm going to save it. Go to the horse and bring the potion, find firewood, and raise a fire."

The crowd was scattered and busy.

Adam crouched beside him again, and he remembered the Royal Floma.

【Some inspiration flashes through your mind, why not try to take a look?】

He took off his leather gloves and gently stroked the warm skin.

The fluff is a little hard, and some special things jump into my mind.

The Lord Ring's silver light was dim, as if something was extending the blood vessels upwards, raiding his brain from his fingertips.

"This is emotion, its feeling...angry, unwillingness, longing?"

Adam withdrew from that state and then felt a slight tinnitus and his skin was tense. For a few moments, he even suspected that he was seriously injured.
Chapter completed!