The gift cleared away all the hatred they had toward Weed for making them fly all the way to the Northern Province, and even made them feel thankful to him for making them the clothes.
In truth, Weed complained while he was making clothes with wolf leather.
“Unable to do anything because the weather’s bit cold. Useless bunch!”
For them to move normally, he had to make them clothes.
So, he was forced to make them without putting even an ounce of care in making them.
“GolGolGol.”
Geumini whose body is entirely gold got some clothes from him.
The clothes that Weed wore during his noob years!
He gave Geumini the sword and armors which had the lowest possible durability and could only be sustained through countless numbers of fixing and fixing again.
Equipments handed down for generations.
The Wyverns and Geumini had pathetic appearances for having a cheap and stingy owner.
Still, the Wyverns held their heads up.
“My clothes are prettiest!”
“Nope. My clothes. My clothes are even more pretty!”
“Wanna fight me?”
“Yes, fight!”