The Shortage of Craftsmen

It was a Green-Headed Duck.

It was a huge, fat Green-Headed Duck. Its gray body was about the size of a wolfhound, and its head was covered in glossy green feathers.

It did not fly. Instead, it waddled through the mud, making its way from the island toward the shore.

"My lord, it's a... very fat wild duck!" Marcus quietly took down his bow, ready to hunt it. "Bring it aboard, rub it with oil and roast it over charcoal—it'll make a nice change of flavor."

Unknowingly influenced by the castle, he too had become someone who enjoyed fine food.

Liszt raised a hand to stop Marcus. "This isn't a wild duck. It's a low-level Magic Beast, a Green-Headed Duck. It can release water arrows. Watch it for a while first and see how many Green-Headed Ducks are on the island."

"A low-level Magic Beast?" Marcus raised his brows, becoming far more cautious.

Perhaps low-level Magic Beasts were nothing to an elite Earth Knight like Liszt, who was heavily equipped and relied on potions, but to an elite Earth Knight like himself, who relied on battle techniques, they were still a threat.

This Green-Headed Duck had lived leisurely on Mangrove Island for over a month without encountering any danger, and its vigilance had greatly diminished. It strolled about as if in a courtyard, searching for food. It seemed to spot a Green Caterpillar on a mangrove branch. With a smack, it opened its beak and spat out a water arrow, striking the Green Caterpillar with precision.

The Green Caterpillar was knocked down by the water arrow. The duck slowly waddled over and clamped it in its beak.

Its flat beak trembled rapidly a few times before it spat the Green Caterpillar back out. More precisely, it spat out the caterpillar's