Rich Bro left Murphy's office in high spirits ten minutes later.
He now had an introductory handbook for Astral Summoners. After reading it a few times, he'd be able to change classes, and Lord Murphy had even thoughtfully given him a few tips on how to feed an astral manticore.
Given the game's 100% realistic simulation, feeding it required special care. If he let the baby manticore eat just anything after it hatched, things would definitely go wrong.
"Hmm. Bloodied steaks, two eggs with every meal, and a few bones infused with psionic energy for it to chew on at dinner. I should also hold it while we sleep at night to build up our bond. Raise it like that for seven days, help it complete its first hunt, and then I can try placing a psionic mark on it."
Rich Bro looked over the notes he'd written down, then glanced strangely at the baby manticore in his arms. It tilted its head up at its "boy mom" and let out another soft, plaintive cry.
It was hungry!
It wanted meat!
Awoo, awoo!
"Ah, I don't think my mom was this meticulous when she raised me. Now it's my turn to raise you, you little rascal. You'd better protect me when you grow up. Hey, if I'm going to raise you for real, why don't I hire a professional caretaker to look after you?
Leave professional work to the professionals.
Wow, I'm a genius!"
Rich Bro grinned and patted the baby manticore on the head. In a great mood, he hummed as he headed into the camp to find something tasty for his little baby. But as soon as he left the Blood Eagle Corridor, he ran into a student-looking player.
"Hey, Rich Bro, remember me?"
Meow Shark greeted him