"Go gather all the griffons and ranch slaves."
"Yes, my lord."
Upon receiving the order, more than three hundred people dispersed in all directions.
"Come here."
Hearing his master's voice, Xing came behind Velin and lay on the ground, serving as a cushion.
Leaning against Xing, Velin felt the soft touch and found it quite pleasant.
Kyle took out a book and began reading as if no one else were around.
Two hours later, all the ranch slaves and griffons from the White Tower Griffon Cultivation Ranch had gathered in the square. The crowd was a vast sea, sealing off the entire area.
"My respected lord, everyone at the ranch has assembled." Brausen stood before Velin, bowed, and spoke respectfully.
Seeing this, Velin climbed down from Xing's back and walked around, inspecting the quality of the ranch personnel.
Overall, the division of labor was clear and management was strict. Aside from a small number of professionals, most were ordinary people, with not a trace of magic power or Battle Qi on them.
"Is that the leader of this griffon tribe?" Velin asked Brausen, pointing at a powerfully built griffon.
"In reply to my lord, Habus is the leader of the White Tower Griffon Tribe. It possesses High-Silver strength. Normally, only the overseers can restrain it. We slaves do not dare approach it." A trace of fear showed in Brausen's eyes as he answered.
Looking up, it wore an arrogant expression.
Velin raised his right hand and made a gentle grasping motion, lifting the six-meter-long leader of the White Tower Griffon Tribe into the air.
When the thousand-odd griffons saw their leader in danger, they beat their wings and tried to help. Yet they felt an invisible weight pressing down on them, leaving them unable to move.
"Xing, teach this griffon