Chapter 303: Fancy Saddle

Chapter 303: Fancy Saddle

Sniff! Sniff!

"Come on, you can do it! Wake up!" This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Crouching beside a seemingly dead old man was Gerald, holding a small pouch beside the guy's nose. There was some movement at long last as the smell penetrated his lungs.

"G-Gold?" the old man said weakly, struggling to open his eyes fully to see the small yellow circles in front of his face.

"That's right, gold! It can all be yours, I just need you to get up and do a few little things for me," Gerald whispered while jiggling the money pouch in his face akin to a devil tempting a poor soul with money.

"R-Really?" the shopkeeper asked hopefully and color returned to his deathly pale cheeks. "For me?" It suddenly seemed like the afterlife was getting further and further away from the guy.

Gerald secretly breathed out a sigh of relief. He almost wanted to give up. Despite his best attempts to bring the man back to life, it all seemed futile. And now he was suddenly reborn after smelling gold?! Does gold even have a smell? Probably not, but who cares! It worked!

Now he just had to make sure the same thing didn't happen again. Who knows if the old heart could survive another jump scare from a Warg.

As the shopkeep stabilized on his feet, Gerald went to him and slowly and carefully explained the situation. At the mention of a Warg, the old man's body started trembling like a certain toy women liked to use, however, having a money pouch full of gold staring at him at an arm's length, helped him from going full panic mode.

"So, can you do it? I need something bright and noticeable for my mount. It needs to be clear to everyone that Toby is not just a wild beast. It's MY wild beast."

"Y-Yes, c-certainly!" said the old man with a trembling voice. "I- I got just the thing!"

During the next few days, rumors of a Warg roaming the streets started spreading like a wildfire. At first people thought it was an escaped wild beast, but then there was talk of a tamed mount of a certain high-profile individual whose fame was also increasing quickly in recent days.

GTA Gerald-Toby Alliance, was wreaking chaos around the city. The pair spent most of the day running around, attacking and brutalizing any monster that strayed too far from his group. They were bullying the solo attackers while cackling like madmen.

Well, Gerald was cackling while the Warg was just happily panting and releasing some funny cough-like sounds. It was trying its best.

During a short break, GTA went back into the city where they visited the same guy that made the Black Onyx cloaks, and requested clothes for the Warg.

It was a massive piece of clothing, like the one you would put on a knight's horse that covered the back, with a giant logo of the Black Onyx, recognizable from hundreds of meters away.

"Hehe, you are looking more and more like a proper mount, Toby! Hopefully, it's going to be enough to stop those lunatics from attacking us now," Gerald said.

Toby understood and nodded. Getting pelted with arrows wherever he went really wasn't good for his health. If Gerald wasn't always there to protect him, he would be already dead dozens of times over.

Now, while it might seem like the duo were only having fun, they were actually both training to get stronger. Gerald kept absorbing the spirits of the dead, while the constantly hungry Warg was busy eating the corpses of the fallen.

It never in its life had such an all-you-can-eat buffet, and unsurprisingly, it became picky! It ignored the Goblins and even ate only the heart and liver of the Hobgoblins. The real treats were the occasional Orc Warrior or even a fellow Warg that fell before his mighty master.

"Say," Gerald started as Toby was busy munching on a juicy Orc leg. "I read somewhere that you can evolve into a Bloodhound. How does that even work? Do you just need to eat a lot or?"

Sadly Toby had no clue what he was talking about and simply kept munching. It cracked the tough bones with its powerful jaw and devoured the delicious bone marrow inside.