The Taming Process from Wolf to Dog 3/4

As the crescent moon waned in the west, the flames died down, leaving only a faint, dark red glow. The ground was a scene of utter devastation, with the Wyvern reduced to a bare, white skeleton, its remains scattered haphazardly around it.

The silver-haired girl, true to her previous indifference, leaned lazily against the tree trunk, her still flat stomach revealing an unimaginable size, and one could even faintly hear the gurgling sound of the mushroom soup flowing. Her bangs, reaching her eyebrows, fluttered in the breeze.

How are you feeling?

Samael leaned against the tree trunk, picking his teeth and chuckling, before offering a few mint leaves to the white-haired girl to cleanse her mouth.

"Good food makes for good literature!"

Attila thought for a moment, then nodded slightly with a serious expression.

Food... is this a good article?

Tiao Jiao is a powerful force!

The ancient snake nodded in satisfaction, its smile carrying a profound meaning.

Just as Samael was about to continue his brainwashing operation, Attila across from him frowned slightly, a look of pain appearing on his face.

The silver-haired girl immediately poured out a crystal-clear jade fragment from the leather pouch at her waist and raised her hand to put it into her mouth.

However, Attila's wrist was suddenly intercepted by Samael.

The Xiongnu king's pupils contracted slightly, his body muscles tensed, as if he were a tiger whose food had been snatched from its jaws. His expression, which was somewhat blank and naive, instantly exuded a cold and murderous aura, like a god descending upon the world.

"Don't worry, no one's going to take it from you. It's just that I've seen this before."

Samael took out a Star Core Fragment from his collection with his left hand and waved it in front of Attila.

The Xiongnu king's gaze was immediately drawn to the fragmented crystals shimmering under the moonlight, and he unconsciously lowered his guard.

"You want to eat this? Come on, I'll teach you a way to eat it."

With a smile, the ancient serpent took a skewer of roasted Dragon Meat. Under Attila's astonished gaze, it snapped the fragmented crystals between its fingers, crushed them into powder, and sprinkled them evenly on the surface of the meat. Then it roasted it over a fire until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Finally, it handed it to the Hunnic king, gesturing for her to taste it.

The silver-haired girl tentatively took a bite, her eyes narrowed, her brow relaxed, and she muttered something as she ate.

"Hmm... so literary..."

After this little episode, the three became more familiar with each other. Attila, like a schoolchild, sat on a stone stool, propping her chin up with her hand, listening attentively to the teachings of a certain "good person" with a serious expression.

Just as the sky has day and night, and people are divided into men and women, all kinds of civilizations, customs, and life in the world also have good and bad distinctions, and cannot be swept away indiscriminately.

For example, enjoying delicious food is good literature, while disrupting a gathering is bad literature!

Cute things are good writing, fearful eyes are bad writing!

Dumplings are good literature, moon gazing is bad literature!

Free content is good writing; triple clicks are bad writing, a heretical path!

The ten-pull pity system is a good thing, but the FGO gacha system is a bad thing!! It deserves the death penalty!!

Well, okay, she didn't quite understand the last one either, but the person who gave her the medicine and treated her to delicious food should be the right one!

Attila listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion, and even occasionally ate a couple of skewers of meat as a snack.

Samael spoke at length until his throat was dry, and only when he felt the time was right did he tentatively ask questions.

"So, what kind of civilization did the Hunnic tribes have?"

"Excellent article!"

Attila answered without hesitation.

Congratulations, you got it right!

Samael patted the other person on the shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement and emotion, and then threw a rather small Star Core Fragment as a reward, sprinkling it on the roasted meat and handing it to Attila.

The silver-haired girl shuddered, straightened her chest, and gladly accepted the challenge, waiting even more attentively for the next test.

"If one day you were to destroy the world, would you hurt them?"

"Won't!"

"Congratulations, you got it right again! And what about the food?"

"Excellent article!"

"So by analogy, I am the one who creates delicious food, and the red-haired older sister who hands it to you..."

"Good Wen-ai! I can't hurt you!"

"Congratulations! You've even learned how to answer first!"

Samael placed his hand on Attila's shoulder with a serious expression, his eyes filled with the satisfaction of seeing a promising young man.

"Open your mouth!"

Immediately, the man flicked his finger, and a chip in his palm Attila Attila's mouth.

"Catch it!"

Immediately afterward, the ancient snake cried out in alarm. Another chip was "accidentally" deflected. Attila, who was sitting obediently on the stone block, heard the sound, suddenly stood up, bent down, opened her mouth and caught the chip that was falling from the sky, and swallowed it with satisfaction.

Finally, Samael raised his hand, spread his fingers, and held up the third reward. Without hesitation, Attila leaned forward, lowered her head, and pecked at the man's palm. She opened her mouth and covered it with her pink tongue, sucking the prize into her mouth. A hint of pride and satisfaction appeared on her pretty face as she overcame difficulties and achieved victory.

Boudica, standing behind her, gradually recalled the process of taming wolves into dogs in her tribe in the past. She couldn't help but cover her eyes and rub her forehead, unable to look directly at the scene that shattered her values and worldview.

However, as the excitement subsided, Attila frowned, his expression becoming more confused and solemn.

"But the Great Shaman says that you are the enemy, and the enemy should be annihilated!"

The silver-haired girl's hand restlessly reached for the Sword of the God of War again, Boudica, whose heart was taut, was once again on high alert.

However, Samael held Boudica back, unmoved, and looked at Attila with a smile, asking leading questions.

"If you annihilate all the enemies, will you have food that is comparable to that of the Huns? If we die, there will be no one to cook this for you."

"..."

"The more people you kill, does the fear in their eyes really decrease?"

"..."

"If the world is destroyed, all the lovely and beautiful things will be reduced to ashes, including your people, who will inevitably pay a bloody price for it. Is this the result you want to see?"

"... Then... what to do? Destruction is my duty, and Wen Ai... uh, the evil Wen Ai, is my nemesis..."

"Destroy its literature without destroying its life!"

After several roundabout turns, Samael suddenly stood up, revealing his true intentions. His eyes were dark and gleaming, and his tone was full of meaning.

"If you want to defeat them, you must first conquer them! So, whether it's good or bad literature, you must study and understand it thoroughly."

As the sun rose, its rays scattered golden fragments across the earth. The man standing with his back to the sun resembled a perfect sculpture painted with gold powder. Attila stared at him in a daze for a long, long time.

The sun was high in the sky, and on the vast grassland, the green grass swayed and undulated in the wind. A streak of seven-colored light fell into the domed tent with its flags raised in front of it.

"Your Majesty, didn't you go to find Dragon Beast for transportation? Why did you return on foot? Has the Wyvern you found before moved to a different nest?"

Holding a rattan cane and with paint smeared on his face, the old man knelt down in greeting and asked the question that troubled him.

"Hmm... I like it very much... I'll get a couple more..."

After a moment's hesitation, the cool whisper revealed a different kind of brilliance in Attila's indifferent eyes as she sat on the throne.

"Yes, Your Majesty. However, we are running out of time. You need to make preparations as soon as possible."

The old shaman bowed and nodded, accepting the order to perform the ritual, but before leaving, he turned back and whispered a reminder.

However, the figure on the seat did not hear the old shaman's advice at all, and instead muttered some inexplicable words.

"Hmm... it tastes good... very elegant..."