Absorbing the Church

North of Port Nyanzaru lay a stretch of sheer cliffs.

A fairly large tribe of merfolk once lived here, but due to the aggressive rise of Port Nyanzaru, these merfolk had long since migrated elsewhere. Now, a stockade was built here using fences, and outsiders rarely knew what this place was used for. However, those who cared to pry could still find out a little something because large amounts of meat needed to be transported here every day—mostly captured fish, though occasionally other meats were sent into the stockade as well.

Today.

Philrid felt as though his head was about to split open!

He was a Drow Warrior, but he also multiclassed into some Ranger abilities. For a long time, he had been busy with one thing, and that was taming those captured wyverns. The first three wyverns sent here were almost finished being tamed; although they still could not be ridden for flight, he had already grasped a glimmer of how to do it. There were four wyverns at the very beginning, one of which was Young Miss Vivian's pet. It had now grown larger than an adult wyvern, and Philrid had always wondered how the young miss had managed to feed it into such a state, but arcane magic was full of secrets—who knew what method she used?

Roars of beasts echoed from within the sturdy cages.

Philrid felt that he had to ask the higher-ups for more manpower, otherwise he would be dizzy and running around in circles all day.

"Quiet down!"

Philrid turned around to glance at the cage behind him and directly lashed out with his whip. The velociraptor locked inside let out a low, painful grunt, and then gradually quieted down.

First it was a few wyverns, and then a batch of velociraptors was