Before long, Tuski emerged from the laboratory carrying a pile of bottles and jars.
He pulled over a lounge chair and settled into it. Under Werther's astonished gaze, he used his powers to grow a mass of fur. The strands varied in thickness, but they were all remarkably flexible. They could even take the place of his hands for delicate work.
Some of the strands were more nimble than Tuski's chubby paws. After eating the Fur-Fur Fruit, Tuski had grown two claws that resembled human hands, but he had become so fat that they now looked more like a cat's padded paws.
Watching Tuski use the Fur-Fur Fruit, Werther suddenly understood why Tuski had become so good with it.
It was all because the guy was lazy. He could not be bothered to use his own hands, so he had trained his Fur-Fur Fruit powers until the fur he grew was flexible enough to do the job for him.
Seeing how practiced Tuski was, Werther knew the work was in good hands. He wrapped the dragon skin and sinews securely and tossed them into the cold storage room.
They were only materials. Precious as they were, Werther did not know how to work with them and would have to deal with them another time. His dream of a dragonhide coat was still a long way off.
Werther turned to the remaining spoils from the dragon's lair.
There were some natural diamonds. Werther examined them. They were worth plenty, but to him they were junk. All he could do with them was sell them, and he did not need the money.
The second item was a human skull. Werther guessed it had belonged to the Black Dragon's master.
There was something strange about it: a blue patch on the inside of