The Ice Dragon looked handsome.
“Master, please get rid of the ice covering my body quickly. I want to taste the freedom.”
“Alright. Wait a bit more.”
When Seoyoon logged in, Weed went to where she was, preparing food; in his spare time, he cleaned the snow covered Ice Dragon.
Simple and repetitive labor!
It was a labor where you had to hang on a high altitude getting hit by cold wind all you want.
All day, the Ice Dragon was moving its only free part, the head.
Weed pitied himself.