Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 27: Hunting the Trolls

Chapter 27: Hunting the Trolls

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The fibers of the tree trunks could no longer withstand the weight and the force pulling them, splintering apart like the death throes of a giant beast, crashing to the ground with a "boom," scattering decayed leaves.

The carpenters came over, marking the branches to be trimmed, and dozens of people worked together to quickly divide the tree into sections and drag them away.

Angela divided the soldiers, who had not yet undergone formal training, into three teams, holding shields and spears in the most secure formation.

Physical training was a long-term plan, but the focus now was on coordinating and forming ranks.

The villagers transporting lumber to the village had no idea of this. They thought their lord valued their safety greatly, and this subtly changed their mindset.

Yaya joyfully glanced around, her black-and-white eyes reflecting the curious faces of the distant villagers.

"Yaya? Daddy, what are they preparing over there?"

"They're preparing to build houses. I'll build you a big castle in the future too."

Matthew patiently answered the question, gently stroking her head, while Yaya's body radiated a soft warmth.

"Brother, is that the legendary dragon? It looks so cute! Is she the lord's pet?"

Rebecca snuck a glance and nudged Leon, asking in a low voice.

Still recalling Old John's battle guidance from the previous night, Leon remembered the scene where he was helplessly subdued by Yaya and, with lingering fear, nodded:

"Yes, she's indeed a dragon, the lord's contracted creature, but she's fierce and dangerous..."

Before Leon could finish his words, he saw his mischievous little sister sneaking up beside Yaya.

Boldly, she pulled out a palm-sized dried fish from her pouch and temptingly offered it.

Oh no!

Glancing over and confirming it was just an ordinary dried salted fish, Matthew didn't pay much attention to the 15-year-old girl, focusing instead on sensing the movements around him.

Yaya sniffed at it, detecting a strong fishy smell that wasn't her favorite.

However, the little one enjoyed trying new foods.

She stuck out her tongue, giving it a light lick before bringing it into her mouth.

One bite, two bites!

The moderately soft and hard dried fish was torn apart by sharp dragon teeth, and the strange fragrance released from the fish fibers, combined with the fatty satisfaction, easily conquered Yaya's taste buds.

"Yaya? Delicious!"

Her eyes widened in surprise, savoring the rich flavor as she carefully tasted it, joyfully calling out.

Yaya's adorable demeanor filled Rebecca's eyes with stars, and she cautiously extended her hand, though still a little scared.

Unexpectedly, Yaya nuzzled her head against Rebecca's palm, gently rubbing and making a happy little foodie's call.

With her fears fully dispelled, Rebecca cheerfully pulled out a small pouch, sharing the dried fish her mother had made with Yaya.

Watching the two of them nodding their heads in delight, Matthew's mouth twitched slightly.