The wildly charging bulge of fur struck Ruger's hand. Although it kept trying to convey its hunger, it soon quieted down at his command.
Stray Hair One, meanwhile, was still wailing on and on.
Ruger glared irritably at Stray Hair One, hidden among the hairs on the back of his hand, while secretly chuckling to himself.
He naturally had plans for the little fellow.
But just like the plans he had made for himself as an apothecary, not everything would go as he wished. For now, he was merely preparing for contingencies.
For instance, if the Fur Shepherd Ascension Ritual yielded something that could help him achieve a breakthrough, such as an exceptional method for cultivating spirit furs, then this spirit fur, with its fairly impressive spirit-awakening effect, would come in handy. It might even serve as a catalyst to lead the other hairs.
The chatterbox's uses did not stop there. A spirit fur with a respectable spirit-awakening effect had quite a wide range of applications when he thought about it. The Blood Curse Doll's current craving for it could, in fact, count as one.
It could also be used to make certain special Magic Puppets.
Ruger could understand the Blood Curse Doll's craving, too. Stray Hair One was astonishingly tempting to it: it possessed considerable spirituality, belonged to the same category of things, and even shared the same origin. It was truly a delicious, easily digested morsel, with not a bit going to waste.
Ruger was just about to frighten the fellow into shutting up.
Suddenly, he felt something tremble in his hand.
He paused for a moment before realizing what it was.
After enjoying the comforts of Black Horn City for days, the sudden change in that little ornament had caught him somewhat off guard.
He scratched his