After searching for two consecutive months and traveling back and forth across the Isolde Region's border twice, they still found no trace of the Mutated White Thorn Flower. Perhaps, just as he had guessed, it had already been taken by someone fated to find it.
"My lord, shall we continue searching?" Kyle asked softly.
Seeing everyone's exhausted expressions, Velin shook his head. "Forget it. Let's find a place to buy some food and relax."
"Great!" Blue said excitedly. She immediately covered her mouth and cautiously watched the lord and her master's expressions. Seeing that neither seemed angry, her anxious heart finally settled.
After buying some food from a small town, Velin led everyone to a river valley in the Misty Forest.
Aljettah flew around the area, recklessly releasing his dragon might and frightening the weaker creatures into fleeing in all directions with their families. At the same time, they prayed that the dragon would not chase them—preferably, it would chase some other tribe instead.
In less than three hours, this river valley spanning more than a hundred kilometers had been cleared out.
In the afternoon, Aljettah returned to the center of the valley carrying a Ferocious Wolf.
The Ferocious Wolf, weighing over ten thousand jin, slammed heavily into the ground, causing a slight tremor.
"Do you want the Ferocious Wolf's flesh raw or cooked?" Velin asked with a smile as he came before the Frost Dragons.
The six Frost Dragons looked at one another. In the end, the strongest among them stepped forward and respectfully replied, "My lord, raw will do."
Beside the Ferocious Wolf's corpse, Kyle nodded at Velin. With a light swipe of his hand, he split its massive body in two, removed the organs, and tossed half the meat before the six Frost Dragons, letting them do