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"Woof! Woof woof!"
Inside the swaying carriage, urgent barking poured from Bruce's mouth.
"So, are you sure this glowing brass ball is really safe?" Kazmir shrank closer to the edge of the carriage, his eyes full of wariness. "There aren't any unstable explosive runes stuffed inside, are there? The kind that suddenly blow up and roast all our faces."
"Uh, probably..."
He Xi looked at the faintly trembling sphere in his arms, glowing with a dim golden light, and for a moment, he had no idea how to explain it.
To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure what was happening either. He didn't even know whether he should still call it a sphere.
Just moments ago, he had still been wondering whether this thing was a dragon egg.
As his thoughts raced, a simple way to verify it suddenly occurred to him: since traits could only be bestowed upon living beings, did an egg count as life?
So he tentatively bestowed the trait [Thick Skin] upon the sphere.
At that moment, he stared blankly at the prompt that had appeared in his mind.
[Ancient Brass Dragon · Kozmioko's Favorability toward you has increased. Parsing Points +2]
Kozmioko...
Was that this egg's name?
Did creatures like dragons already have names and even self-awareness while they were still eggs?
And what did "Ancient Brass Dragon" mean?
He remembered that when he had encountered Velsadorn before, the prompt in his mind had said [Red Copper Dragon], without any stage-related descriptor.
Yet this egg, whose shell had not even cracked, bore the prefix "Ancient."
Was there some fundamental difference in life level between ancient dragons and ordinary dragons?
And could this be a fossilized egg left behind from ancient times, one that had