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Chapter 294 - 294 293 Jerrys Tears (Additional Chapter

Chapter 294: Chapter 293: Jerry’s Tears (Additional Chapter, Request for Monthly Votes) Chapter 294: Chapter 293: Jerry’s Tears (Additional Chapter, Request for Monthly Votes) Greentown Snow Forest was about a hundred kilometers away from Wuyao Snake Manor in a straight line. To bring along the Red-eyed Rat King, Jerry, Russell had to ask the Unicorn Polly to slow down and rest for a moment at a cold spring point along the way.

By the time they arrived at Greentown Snow Forest, it was already evening.

They quickly set up camp at the Greentown Garden Cold Spring Point, gathered wood for a fire to boil water and cook rice, and then started roasting meat over the campfire.

“Humans, here again, roast meat smells so good, really delicious… No, no, no, rats are tasty, but roasted meat is good too.”

The peculiar whispering noise echoed; the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon hadn’t left the cold spring point and remained there with a group of Owl-Dragon Simulants. According to the characteristics of False Dragon Heirs, the warmth of the Greentown Garden Cold Spring Point was due to the presence of this group of Owl-Dragon Simulants.

“Come, Jerry, this one is for you,” Russell said as he tossed a roasted deer leg to the Red-eyed Rat King Jerry—the number of deer in Greentown Snow Forest was quite substantial.

“Squeak!” Jerry caught the deer leg excitedly, and started nibbling on it with relish.

Originally somewhat reluctant about heading to the snowfield, he had not expected to come to such a paradise and enjoy delicious roasted meat, which greatly lifted his mood.

As for Polly, she was leisurely grazing the grass nearby.

While eating deer roast, Russell began to tempt the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon again, “The Fantasy Beast in the tree, do you want to have some? This deer leg is on me. Here, it’s for you.” He tore off a deer leg and placed it beside him.

“Kwah!”

“Kwah!”

The Pseudo-Harpy Dragon was unmoved, but the group of Owl-Dragon Simulants couldn’t resist. They slowly approached Russell, occasionally letting out a cry.

It seemed they were hoping that Russell would throw the deer roast farther away so they could come up to eat without fear.

“Squeak!” Jerry was the first to be displeased upon seeing a bunch of odd-looking owl dragons rushing over for the food.

He dropped the deer leg and ran towards the group of Owl-Dragon Simulants, screeching at them.

Startled, the Owl-Dragon Simulants scattered, “Kwah,” “Kwah,” but were quickly lured back by the tempting smell of the roast meat.

“Roast meat smells so good… the roast is so fragrant… I like eating rats, no, that’s not right, I don’t like eating rats… but the roast really smells so good…” The peculiar whispering voice was beginning to be logically chaotic, obviously the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon had lost its senses to the allure of the roast meat.

Whoosh!

It finally couldn’t resist anymore and swooped down swiftly, snatching the deer leg Russell had deliberately left as bait.

“Squeak!” Jerry was munching on his own deer leg, but when he saw another leg being taken, he instantly became furious.

If the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon hadn’t flown away so quickly, he would have chased after to take a bite.

“Easy there, Jerry, there’s plenty of roast meat for you to eat,” Russell calmed Jerry, then touched the glass tube in his pocket.

This was a special type of Magic Elixir, a Sleep Potion, developed specifically for Fantasy Beasts. As long as a Fantasy Beast consumed the Sleep Potion, it would become drowsy and unable to dispel the sleepiness with its vital force, inevitably falling asleep.

The sole purpose of the Sleep Potion was to capture Fantasy Beasts.

Most of the common sleeping drugs and poisons on the market were meaningless for Fantasy Beasts, as they could eliminate all effects with the operation of their vital force.

But the Sleep Potion was different; it was a tonic developed targeting the vital force. While providing a substantial boost, it could also stimulate a certain function in Fantasy Beasts, allowing them to sleep off the nourishing effects of the tonic.

“Unless absolutely necessary, there’s no need to use the Sleep Potion,” Russell carried the Sleep Potion just in case.

He would resort to using the Sleep Potion only if the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon continued to be unresponsive.

If he could succeed directly through temptation, there would be no need for the Sleep Potion. After all, capturing a Fantasy Beast while it’s knocked out would always create a grudge, affecting future mental synchronization—forced fruit may quench your thirst, but it’s never sweet.

For three consecutive days.

Russell camped in Greentown Snow Forest, using roast meat to attract the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon, attempting to socialize.

But there was little progress; although the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon was greedy for roast meat, it remained wary of Russell and was utterly unwilling to open up.

“Jerry, it’s your turn to shine,” Russell said in a different tone, “Call out some mice from the Snow Forest, and let’s roast mouse meat.”

“Squeak?” Jerry’s small red eyes widened in disbelief.

But Russell insisted, and with a reluctant squeak or two from Jerry, a group of mice were lured in. Moments later, these mice turned into succulent roasted mouse meat.

“Delicious, incredibly delicious, oh my!” A quirky murmur rose at just the right time, “I never knew mouse could smell so good when roasted, I love it!”

The Pseudo-Harpy Dragon, unsurprisingly attracted by the roasted mice, swooped down immediately after Russell threw out the meat, snatching a roasted mouse and flying away.

“Squeak!” Jerry glared at the disappearing figure of the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon, squealing angrily.

It felt a pang of distress; although these roasted mice were not its own offspring, they were still its kin.

To see its kin treated as food naturally sparked rage in its heart.

However, it had already tried several times to catch up with the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon using Magic-Bloodthirsty Flicker, attempting to give it a bite. But even teleportation couldn’t keep up, and when it tried to ambush from a tree with a teleport, it would crash into a wall of wind, dizzying itself.

This was the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon’s magic, dubbed Wind Wall Skill by Russell, with an effect that seemed curiously similar to the Fighting Spirit Armor deployed by the Phantom Beast Knights.

It was no match.

All Jerry could do was watch the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon skillfully snatch and tear apart roasted mice with finesse, savoring the mouse meat with slow chews.

“Squeak!” Jerry let out another resentful squeak.

Then, filled with anger, it took a vicious bite of the roasted mouse it held in its forepaws. The meat was crispy on the outside, tender inside, melting as soon as it hit its tongue, its mouth oozing with fat, and involuntarily the thought came to it: “It’s so good!”

Three more days passed in this way.

The Ice Age was almost over, and the warm season was about to begin.

Russell had spent his seventeenth birthday in Greentown Snow Forest, but the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon showed no signs of wanting to submit to him, despite enjoying his roasted meat. This made Russell consider using the Sleep Potion several times.

In the end, he held back; after all, a melon forced off its vine is not sweet.

The Sleep Potion might be convenient, but the consequences could make him regret it for life—his goal was to become a Fifth-layer High-ranking Mythical Beast Knight.

“Time to change tactics, Jerry… Stop the crocodile tears for your kin; in these past few days, you’ve eaten more roasted mice than the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon,” Russell rebuked.

Upon hearing this, Jerry let out a couple of dissatisfied squeaks.

It wasn’t eating the roasted mice because they were delicious; it ate them to prevent its mouse kin from ending up in the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon’s stomach, that’s why it voraciously consumed them.

Looking at the roasted mouse meat in its paws, it felt a moistness at the corners of its eyes, and couldn’t help but drool a few drops of… saliva.

Russell was unaware of Jerry’s thoughts and said directly, “Let’s try a new method. From now on, we stop roasting mouse meat. Call all the mice of Greentown Snow Forest, tell them not to go out at night, and if they must, they should avoid Greentown Garden Cold Spring Point… When the mice get hungry, you’ll be responsible for feeding them.”

“Squeak?” Jerry asked, puzzled.

“It’s time to make the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon realize, roast mouse meat is not to be taken for granted; if it wants to continue enjoying roast mouse, even just mouse… it needs to show some sincerity,” Russell said, narrowing his eyes and smiling faintly.

He didn’t roast meat every day and night only to attract the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon.

One cannot catch a wolf without setting bait.

If he didn’t whet the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon’s appetite and make it understand the true essence of fine food, how could he ever make it bow its head?

“To expect rewards for one’s efforts without give and take is folly; one must learn the art of bargaining,” Russell mused as he stroked his chin, gazing at the snowy white figure perched atop a distant tree, and smiled lightly, “It’s easy to move from frugality to luxury, but hard the other way around. Once used to roast meat, can one still stomach raw meat?”

He even wanted to deprive the Pseudo-Harpy Dragon of raw mouse meat.

“Squeak?” Jerry blinked its little red eyes, unable to grasp the human’s thinking.

Russell gently stroked Jerry’s mouse head, chuckling, “Oh, Owl-Dragon Simulant, you must realize, every gift granted by fate has its price marked in secret.”