Mooooo!
It was the sound of Yellowy’s dignified bellow.
Weed was also very satisfied. It would have been more ideal if the rock material was good, but for a mount it was first-class!
“Yellowy.”
Yellowy blinked his innocent eyes.
He was an enormous bull full of muscle, but his eyes were good-natured.
Yellowy opened his mouth. Then he said.
“Yellowy is my name?”
“Yes.”
The bull communicated with his feelings. It wasn’t very surprising, either. Even if it was made out of a sculpture, Bingryong and the Wyverns also spoke.
Communication was possible because they had mental connection with Weed. They could understand the words of other people too, but there were many cases where they would ignore them or be unable to express their intentions.
Unless they had outstanding intelligence like Bingryong or Gold Man, communication with a Human or Elf was impossible.
“I don’t think the name is very good. Do you think it matches my rough behavior?”
Yellowy furrowed deeply into the ground with his hind leg.
The ground crumbled as pebbles flew back.
He was a bull with great strength indeed!
“But Yellowy is a good name with feeling. From now on, your name is Yellowy.”
“You are a master I really do not like,” Yellowy said roughly.
He was a loyal cow, but he displayed wariness in the beginning. He was inspecting Weed like a fearful baby calf. He gave off the feeling he was going to decide his attitude after looking at Weed’s subsequent actions.
“What do you plan to do with me from here on? I want to graze on a wide grassland, meet a pretty heifer, have calves, and live peacefully.”
Yellowy dreamt of grazing freely!
Weed shook his head.
“I’m going to ride you and hunt monsters.”
“…”
Yellowy’s brow furrowed severely.
It seemed he possessed reluctance to hunt or fight because of a cow’s nature.
Weed felt the need to teach this naive cow the way of the world.
“Do you think freedom is so easily obtained? Do you have money?”
“I don’t.”
“You spoke of grassland, but have you got land on a wide grassland?”
“I don’t.”
“No money, no land, but you think a pretty heifer is going to like you? Tsk tsk. Heifers these days are very shrewd.”
“…”
“How will you raise your baby cows. Do you want your children to grow up eating weeds their entire lives? You’re going to need something to feed them nutrient-rich hay.”
Weed was informing a cow about the bitterness of society!
Yellowy’s high spirits fell and he became meek.
“Looks like I will need money in life. I understand why I must hunt monsters.”
Yellowy was soon persuaded. He possessed obedience because Weed was his master.
However, Yellowy made a dissatisfied expression when he looked back at his own body. Because on the side of the perfectly muscular body, about one handspan of flab was attached.
Every time he walked, the flab jiggled.
“Master, what is this?”
“That’s rib-eye.”
“…”
Weed considered the rib-eye and shanks important!
Yellow furrowed the ground with his hind leg, showing his obvious displeasure. He was protesting with force.
It was a completely ineffective action.
Weed said in a low voice.
“Yellowy, I see there’s no end to your arrogance.”
“Gasp.”
“I’ll pierce your nose tomorrow and start dragging you around with it.”
“…”
“I’ll make you do field work. Do you want to farm? Wanna plow the wilderness?”
“…”
“I’ll butcher you, nom nom nom, and swallow you. You know soy paste isn’t spread on cooked beef, right? Just as raw beef…”
“How can you say such horrible things…!”
“I’m not one to leave behind a tailbone even for the broth.”
For Weed, making threats for 2 days and 3 nights was possible if he so desired.
At some point, Yellowy furtively bowed his head.
Obedience!
With that, Yellowy’s fate was decided.
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