Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 331 - 331 163 The Silver Mountain Crossbow and Magic Materials

331: Chapter 163: The Silver Mountain Crossbow and Magic Materials 331: Chapter 163: The Silver Mountain Crossbow and Magic Materials Looking at Death Claw basking in the sun in the backyard, as well as Little Gede causing a ruckus beside the griffin, Leon felt emotional and thought, no wonder some wealthy and inhumane folks in his previous life liked keeping tigers, leopards, and lions…

Seeing such a big fellow in its lazy state, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of ease and affection arising from within.

Having such a powerful auspicious beast run to one’s home every other day brought an unparalleled sense of security.

At first, when he saw it frequently visiting, Leon was vaguely worried about the safety of his family.

After all, friendly as griffins may be, they were still fearsome beasts capable of shredding lions and tigers like rag dolls.

In his previous life, even the tigers and leopards raised from young in zoos could unintentionally harm their breeders with their playful strength, let alone a creature as big as a mature African bull elephant.

Martial Artists like himself and Olivia need not worry, but the manor still housed vulnerable women and children like Elena and Lena.

But as it turned out, this creature, with intelligence equal to…

or even surpassing some foolish humans, was very cautious in its interactions with people and did not cause harm.

Its ability to distinguish had been evident when it slaughtered the Kantadar thugs without harming a single resident of Selva Village, just as described in the Magic Guidebooks without any exaggeration.

He wondered whether all griffins were this gentle or if it was just Death Claw’s temperament that was exceptionally good.

Now, even the little servants in the house dared to boldly approach and touch this great savior who had once saved their village.

Ever since Lena, on a whim, brought over a comb to groom the great beast, Leon noticed that Death Claw’s visits were becoming more frequent.

It seemed that even in the Otherworld, no animal could resist the human talent for scratching the itch.

The big guy sure knew how to enjoy itself, but combing such a huge beast’s fur, which was exhausting for the servants who teamed up for the task, led Leon to specially commission a large brush to satisfy it.

He had never expected to build a relationship with a griffin in such a way, the creature probably regarded Selva as a safe resting stop by now.

The warhorses that originally lived in his own stables had it rough.

Noble warhorses like the Black Steeds, though majestic and trained from a young age, having exceptional courage compared to ordinary horses, even daring to charge into the fray of swords and spears,

were still mere mortal beasts, far less intelligent than griffins, and it was very difficult for them to discern whether this frightening giant beast was friend or foe in a short period.

After repeatedly witnessing their natural predators loitering around and terrifying scents drifting throughout the courtyard, the warhorses in the stables were genuinely scared limp and became listless in spirit.

Leon had no choice but to move his mounts to the stable at the Selva Camp, far away.

This also meant he had to have someone lead his horses to him every day, which was quite the inconvenience.

If he wasn’t so tied up at the moment, Leon planned to one day make a separate home just for the mother and child griffin.

According to the books, griffins loved heights, and the Lorelettian people, when rearing them, usually built towering Nest Towers or simply carved out caves in cliff faces.

Although having Kovis take the Little Griffin to live somewhere else was also a solution, the young man, as an important assistant Mage and deputy attendant, still had to attend to many matters and couldn’t be solely dedicated to being a Griffin Breeder.

Little Gede, still too young and of great inherent value, lacked the ability to protect itself; it needed the watchful eye of a trustworthy person at all times, and arranging ordinary guards for protection hardly gave Leon peace of mind.

It wasn’t like they were ordinary livestock such as cattle, sheep, horses, or pigs, which some people would risk their lives to steal; the value of a griffin cub was enough to motivate some to risk their lives for it, and it wouldn’t be odd if guards colluded in theft.

Aside from his current companions and family members whom he could trust, Leon didn’t want to take the risk of gambling on human nature with something of such great value.

If, by some misfortune, Little Gede disappeared from his care or encountered danger, he couldn’t imagine how heartbroken and enraged Death Claw would be.

Thinking this through, Leon suddenly understood why Death Claw hadn’t taken the cub away.

If it took the child back to the nest and, with its mate deceased, had to frequently leave in search of food, Death Claw evidently couldn’t care for the cub every single moment.

Leon remembered that in his previous life, adventurers in novels and films would often take advantage of legendary creatures such as dragons and griffins going out to forage, sneaking into their nests and stealing.

Even if those kinds of adventurers hadn’t appeared in this world, there were likely other predators in the wilds, which was also why griffins preferred to establish their nests on the peaks of mountains and cliff sides.

Having experienced the team hunt organized by Mage Atiyas, losing its original mate, Death Claw, before finding another male griffin it favored, wouldn’t want to lose the last child it had regained.

And placing the Little Griffin in the home of a dear friend who would never harm the cub, guaranteeing food, drink, and protection, was obviously a hundred times safer than leaving it alone in a nest on a mountain with its mother.

Such forward-thinking, human-like deliberations impressed Leon on the griffin’s intelligence.

Naturally, he was quite willing to play the nanny for Little Gede; forging a friendship with Death Claw and its child was greatly advantageous to both himself and his domain.

Reaching out to touch the griffin’s huge eagle’s head, Leon then turned to look at the big fellow’s back and, truth be told, he felt an almost irresistible urge.

But reason also constantly cautioned him that, as friends, especially considering the griffin’s intelligence, climbing onto its back without warning was probably not a wise move.