Chapter 7 Night Owl Snowy Owl
A piece of egg-yellow pudding in a wooden dish, with a black caramel shape on the top.
Soaked in jam made of rum and wild berries, it looks very beautiful under the light of the campfire.
[Black pudding monster flavor pudding: one star. The pudding made with black pudding gel as coagulant, eggs and milk has a chewy texture and unique flavor. Your jumping ability is temporarily increased and you can jump from higher places (small)]
“What a unique additional attribute.”
Yeats thought:
"Geralt will be less likely to fall to death after eating it."
There is a first-level wind spell called 'Featherfall' in "Phantom Wings". It can provide the buff effect of reducing falling damage to multiple team members at the same time.
According to the game settings, the snow owl can learn this spell, but only if it has someone to learn from.
If you rely solely on yourself to understand it, it depends on the talent of the individual demon pet.
Yeats turned to look back.
I saw Gray squatting on the ground, watching the snowy owl eating, with a cute expression on his face.
Snowy Owl was obviously hungry and ate the entire teppanyaki in one go. His yellow eyes slowly opened wide, as if he was surprised.
Yeats: "..."
I don’t know about talent yet, but I am definitely a foodie!
"You two, come and see my new dessert." Yeats greeted the two of them.
Gray and Fokas came over from both sides and stared at the pudding in his hand with solemn eyes.
"Which one of you wants to taste it first?" Yeats looked around.
Gray shook his head crazily.
What a joke.
No matter how good it looks, it is still a pudding made of black slime.
Just thinking about it makes me feel terrible!
"Master, if you definitely want to take the risk, let me try the dishes for you first!" Fokas showed a determined look.
"伱...forget it, I'll do it myself."
Yeats had no choice but to scoop up a spoonful of black pudding and put it into his mouth.
Gray was shocked: "You, you, you really ate the black pudding monster!"
"Master, are you okay? The antidote is here!" Forkas was also very nervous.
Yeats ignored them and carefully appreciated the characteristics of this dessert, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that the strange black pudding pudding would have this flavor."
"Which flavor?" Gray asked involuntarily.
Yeats slowly smiled with white teeth and handed a new piece of pudding to Gray.
"Try it for yourself, and you will know?"
Cold sweat broke out on Gray's forehead, holding the plate in his hand, he swallowed hard.
Calm down, curiosity killed the cat...
On the other side.
Phokas especially trusted Yeats. He took the pudding from Yeats's hand, with faith in his eyes, scooped out a large piece of black custard and put it into his mouth.
"Oh?" Phocas was also stunned, "How could it be this kind of flavor?"
"It should be the flavor given by the black pudding monster." Yeats said, "Yes. Some people find it difficult to accept, but some people also like it very much. "I think it's very good. It's a delicious dessert."
Gray listened intently, with strong curiosity on her face.
Seeing Yeats and Furkas chatting happily, Gray decided to join the conversation.
She took a deep breath, scooped up a spoonful of pudding, and put it into her mouth with trembling hands.
When it was only one centimeter away from her lips, the scene of a black pudding monster digesting a petrified sheep suddenly flashed in Gray's mind, and her face turned pale.
It's too late.
Hands are faster than brains, and the flavor of pudding has already bloomed on the taste buds. A unique slightly salty taste reflects the sweetness of milk and eggs.
Gray was stunned for a moment.
Soon, Gray said in surprise: "This pudding is actually salty?"
Yeats nodded and said: "This is also done in Roland's court, so it is called salty pudding."
"How should I put it...it's so strange, but I really want to take a bite." Gray said vaguely, holding the spoon in his mouth.
“Didn’t someone say——” Yeats crossed his arms and said jokingly, “Didn’t he never eat food cooked by Warcraft again?”
"This... this is dessert, not even a dish."
Gray blushed and took another big spoonful of pudding, stuffing it into her mouth angrily.
Yeats crossed his arms and smiled.
The mouth is so tough, harder than the iron plate of a petrified sheep.
Yeats deliberately ignored the snowy owl just now. at this time.
I can clearly feel that there are a pair of eyes watching me silently from behind.
Yeats brought the portion of pudding meant for the snowy owl in front of it.
“I know you also want to have a taste.”
Yeats said: “Don’t move, I will let you out.”
Of course the snowy owl couldn't understand this.
However, the snowy owl is somewhat humane, and just enjoyed another Teppanyaki meal of petrified sheep.
Its hostility eased a bit, and it made no warning movements. It just stared silently at Yeats as he placed the pudding in front of it.
Then Yeats stretched out his hand to hold the snowy owl’s round head and help it untie the fishing net wrapped around its body. The snowy owl struggled a little at first, but felt that Yeats was helping it and gradually became docile.
Yeats couldn't help but touch the owl's soft, snow-white feathers.
Hiss...what a great feel!
Regained freedom, the Snowy Owl seemed a little uncomfortable. It shook its neck and feathers, took a few steps on the ground, and then stopped and glanced at Yeats.
Those yellow eyes are full of sharpness.
Yeats thought for a moment and nodded.
Then, the snowy owl spread its wings and flew away.
Seeing the magic pet in his hand fly away like this, Phokas was a little disappointed and turned to comfort him.
“Master, even if a hunter wants to tame a demon pet, it is very difficult. Master, you don’t have to be too sad——”
Fokas punched the tree trunk and was satisfied. Sad face: "Oh, you really don't have to be sad at all!"
Yeats: "..."
Who is sad?
One thing to say.
Yeats felt that to conquer a demon pet, you have to pay attention to fate and providence.
Looking at the snowy owl disappearing in the distance, I heard the sound of flapping wings getting closer and closer in the darkness.
The corners of Yeats's lips slowly turned into a smile.
Boy, this is a hard-to-get strategy!
"Hey, it actually flew back again." Gray said in surprise.
“My holy light, it’s true!” Phocas’s eyes shone and he regained his energy.
The snowy owl flew several times in the jungle, then turned back and landed on the ground, close to the pudding in the saucer.
First he moved his head from side to side and looked at the pudding carefully. Then he stretched out his beak and took a tentative peck.
The snowy owl's expression was stunned, and it took another bite. Its yellow eyes widened, revealing a look of wisdom.
"It should be saying that this taste is very special." Gray tried to identify the cry of the snowy owl.
Yeats was surprised: "You know the [Animal Talk] spell? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"It's not a spell."
Grey nodded her own Temple, said with a proud smile: "I relied on the Dragonborn's intuition and feeling to translate it."
Yeats: "..."
It’s time to get started with your Beast Tongue book!
After a hearty meal, the snowy owl simply stayed in the camp and stayed on a tree beside the camp, showing an air of alertness around it, like a qualified sentinel.
Team seat reservation +1!
Yeats thought.
He is also an ice magician who brings his own food to refrigerate and keep it fresh!
"By the way Yeats, if you can tame the snowy owl, there will be another big benefit!"
Gray said excitedly: "If you tame this owl, you can let it help keep watch at night!"
Yeats: "But the snowy owl is active during the day."
"Ah? Isn't it an owl? How can there be an owl active during the day?" Gray was puzzled.
“The snowy owl is a strange species among owls, active during the day and resting at night.” Yeats said.
"But you see it is so energetic, how can it have any intention of resting?" Gray pointed.
The snowy owl stood in the night, its eyes as wide as copper bells.
Yeats: "..."
After a long silence, Yeats said in a deep tone: "I know what the reason is."
"Oh?" Gray raised her ears. Listen.
"There is only one truth -"
Yeats affirmed: "This snowy owl is a night owl."
"So it is sleepy during the day and energetic at night!"
Gray:? ? ?
(End of this chapter)