"Liaton, as long as it's something I need, I'll give you another two thousand Gold Coins as payment after this is over."
Hearing the human's words, Liaton's eyes gleamed as he eagerly said, "Then what are we waiting for? I'll take you to that Snow Goose Tribe right now."
Velin wasted no words and followed behind Liaton, flying toward the depths of the Snow Peak Mountains.
Kyle and Lester exchanged a glance and followed.
The deeper they went into the Snow Peak Mountains, the more traces of living creatures they found.
After flying for an unknown length of time, Liaton stopped atop a snowy mountain.
Velin halted beside the Crystal Dragon and looked down the mountain, where he saw a tribal camp nestled within a valley.
Plants grew around the camp, though many of them were still very young, as if they had only recently sprouted.
Some fruits hung from the tall plants. They looked rather strange, but they were undoubtedly the food of these Snow Goose people.
At the center of the camp, several hundred Snow Goose people knelt around a flower emitting a gentle glow, praying devoutly.
"Snow Goose people are a subspecies of beastfolk. Adult individuals stand two meters tall, with balanced and agile builds. Their skin has a pale white hue, white down surrounds their eyes, and they have a pair of wings on their backs covered in white feathers. Regardless of gender, they are extremely conservative and loyal in love. This race is known for producing Snowland Rangers, Ice Mages, and Dual-wielding Swordsmen."
As he watched the Snow Goose people, a passage from Mite's Travels, which Velin had once read, surfaced in his mind.
At that moment, Kyle and Lester arrived at the mountaintop and stood on either side of Velin, watching the Snow Goose