Chapitre 173: Let's Go Fenrir!

Back to the present, the two women that were riding their horses, noticed a tiny figure behind them. It tried to catch up to them but only to stop after every ten steps.

The tiny figure was, of course, Lyon with his entire body mounting the little Fenrir. The little wolf was sweating profusely as his tongue occasionally took a peek. The sight was unbearable to watch for some.

Sounds of light hooves slowly catching up from behind as the young man with long golden hair approached. With a face that was beautiful to the point that he was mistaken as an elf, he slowly tapped the big brother beside him.

"Big bro, I honestly think that this is impossible to win," said Jugen with a sigh.

He knew how this big brother of his too well. He won't carve for just mere treasure. If one would offer him a treasure that could dispel all poison in existence or a beautiful woman, Jugen would bet his left leg that this big brother of his would pick the latter.