"Quack!"
"Quack!"
Russell no longer fed them roast meat, especially roast rat meat, which successfully aroused the discontent of a large group of Owl-Dragon Simulants, who surrounded him quacking for another feed.
The Pseudo-Harpy Dragons living in the big tree endured for another two days before they, too, joined the ranks of those clamoring for delicious food.
"Quack!"
At that moment, familiar and strange murmuring sounds rang in Russell's ears: "So hungry, really want to eat roasted rat... Human, please, roast a rat for me... I really crave roasted rat, don't want to hunt..."
"Got it!" Russell's heart was steady.
Only when the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon was so hungry it felt like its belly was stuck to its back did he call out, "Want to eat roasted rat? I've got some!"
Then, in front of the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon's eyes, he roasted the rat but handed it to the Red-eyed Rat King Jerry.
Jerry gorged on it with tears and drool.