Pocket World of Warcraft

At this stage, the highest-level monster doctor on the continent of Ou is only at the fifth level, and the number of monster doctors who have reached the fifth level in the entire continent can be counted on two hands. One of them is helping him take care of a few babies in Balthazar's castle. Warcraft, so Balthazar knew very well how difficult it was to meet a sixth-level Warcraft doctor in Butrans.

So even when Charles mentioned this sixth-order monster doctor in Charles's letter, Balthazar only thought that Charles was exaggerating. At most, he was lucky enough to meet a fourth-order peak monster doctor.

But after seeing him in person, Balthazar... became even more suspicious.

"Are you really a sixth-level Warcraft doctor?"

This thin and small guy, wrapped in a cloak and pretending to be mysterious, but with no strong aura in his whole body, could he really be a Warcraft doctor?No matter how Balthazar looked at it, this was just an ordinary person.

His suspicious gaze was too obvious, but Xanadu didn't intend to verify anything for him, it just had to obey Quan's orders.

Balthazar was not angry when there was no response, and his attention returned to the cub of the griffin.

"Is the thing mentioned in the letter true? If I arrive before it opens, you have a way to make it completely loyal to me?"

I said before that Balthazar likes griffins very much. In fact, what everyone doesn’t know is that he has had a wish since he was a child—hoping that one day he can ride his own griffin and fly in the sky.

Balthazar himself had a few griffins, but most of them were bought from mercenaries. Even if they were suppressed by force, they would never listen to him. They could only be kept in cages at ordinary times. Beware that they will run away, let alone fly on their backs. People who have been sitting like this have almost been thrown to death.

There are also young griffin cubs, but their parents are very protective of their cubs. Even if he wants to get close without hurting the mother, it is difficult for him to do so. The ones he can come into contact with are basically a few months old. They are half-grown cubs with certain self-awareness. At this time, they have been taught by adult griffins to be hostile to humans.

So, so far his wish has not been practiced.

And Charles' letter undoubtedly opened a door called hope for him.

Quandai opened his mouth and said, "Master Shanaido doesn't speak the language here. If you have any questions, I can convey them for you."

Then, he began to answer Balthazar's question, "We cannot guarantee that this method will be [-]% successful, but as long as you are willing to try, the possibility of success is still very high." He paused and added, "The premise It’s about you really being kind to it.”

It was only then that Balthazar noticed the child in front of him holding a cub of a griffin.

He is very short, and Balthazar is not sure if he is as tall as his own waist. Like the mysterious "Master Shanaido", this child with a clear and gentle voice is also wearing a cloak, but he did not wear it hood.

It was a very cute and delicate face. The brown hair was illuminated by the sun and was closer to golden. It was fluffy and soft, and it must feel very good. There seemed to be light floating in the amber eyes, which were warm and shining. with light.

Balthazar's eyes flickered slightly, and he always felt that he had seen this face before, but he couldn't remember when and where he had seen it.

But this didn't prevent Balthazar from developing a good impression of him. When he spoke again, his tone became a little gentler, "What's your name, kid."

Quan didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, so he paused before answering: "Quan, my name is Quan."

"spring?"

Although the pronunciation is a bit weird, it is still a very common name. Without a surname, it means that you are not a nobleman. He probably did not know it. Balthazar decided to classify the previous familiarity as an illusion. After all, there are many people who look alike in the world.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

Quan looked at the knights who were still blocking the road ahead, and asked, "Can you talk while walking?"

Balthazar understood, raised his hand, and the knights behind him automatically dispersed to both sides of the caravan, adjusted their horses' heads, and looked like they were guarding the caravan.

And they and others came to his carriage under Charles' kind invitation.

The caravan set off again.

Because Charles, who was getting fatter and fatter, loved to enjoy himself, the carriages he prepared for himself were always specially customized, luxurious and spacious, and it would be no problem for four or five fat people like him to lie in it.

And now, the carriage was temporarily requisitioned by the Marquis, and Charles was not unhappy at all. Instead, even if he could only sit next to the carriage driver, he would lick his face and stay in the carriage, because the person who provided the carriage was Charles. , Balthazar did not open his mouth to drive people away.

Assel really wanted to see what Quan was going to do, and he was a little worried about Quan. Although he was a little timid as a commoner because of the presence of a great nobleman, he still bit the bullet and stayed.

Quan put the wooden box on the ground and said calmly, "Master Marquis, can you please take off the armor?"

Sitting in the carriage in armor was not very comfortable, and Balthazar granted his request, took off the armor, and prepared to see what they planned to do.

As he took off his armor, Izumi took out a few things from his backpack—a feeding bottle with milk and a cloth for wiping.

Of course, when taking these, because Xanadu could not help, Quan was very careful and only touched a little bit.

He put two things in front of Balthazar, "From now on, this cub will teach you to take care of it yourself."

"Should I do it myself?" Balthazar was speechless. Although he really liked griffins, he had never taken care of griffins himself.

"Yes, this is also to cultivate your tacit understanding." Quan motioned him to pick up the milk bottle, "Now is the time to breastfeed the cubs of griffins, so I will trouble you next time."

Quan began to teach him what to do.

Although it was the first time to do this kind of thing, Balthazar found it very interesting. He followed Quan's instructions and sent the baby bottle to the cub's mouth. When I smelled the smell, I couldn't wait to come over, holding the bottle and eating non-stop.

"Now you can gently touch it all the way, and the movement must be gentle."

Balthazar complied.His hands were covered with thick calluses due to years of martial arts practice. When he touched the soft face, the cub felt a completely different strength and touch than when he wiped his body, which made him stop drinking in confusion. Grandma turned her eagle-like head around, and touched Balthazar's hand with its curved beak, and the small hole-like nose on the beak moved slightly, as if to distinguish his smell.

The force was very small, and there was a hint of caution, which suddenly softened Balthazar's heart.

"It's so cute," he said to Quan with a smile on his face.

Quan also smiled, and agreed with him very much, "Now it doesn't reject you, you can slowly stroke along its fur, and when it fully adapts, you can still hug it."

At this time, the cub seemed to be sure that the strange smell was not dangerous, and turned back to continue drinking milk, even though the strange-smelling thing moved around on its head and back, and even touched its little wings And the little tail, because the strength is very light and comfortable, it completely ignored it.

Balthazar was completely immersed in the interaction with the cub, especially at the moment when he picked up the cub, when the fluffy and soft little guy was trembling in his arms, Balthazar felt I literally embraced the whole world.

"Lord Marquis, it's probably not comfortable for you to hold it like this." Quan interrupted his fantasy, and then began to adjust his posture. Sure enough, the cub stopped screaming, and after a while, it was still sleeping in his arms caught.

With such a little guy in his arms, Balthazar was at a loss.

Quan saw that he had changed from his original dignified appearance, and now he looked like a stupid father holding a newborn child. On the contrary, his favorability for him has increased a lot, because it doesn't mean that this person is really a child. Do you like Griffon cubs in your heart?

"It seems that it doesn't hate you." Now it seems that both parties are getting along well, so he is relieved.

After that, Quan gave Balthazar a lot of tips on how to take care of the baby griffin.

Balthazar listened very carefully, giving the impression that if he hadn't been holding a griffin cub in his hands, he would have taken a piece of paper to write it down.

Quan said everything he needed to say, and finally asked him: "Master Marquis, do you want to give it a name?"

Although Quan didn't name his elves, he also knew that naming his elves could improve their intimacy.

This was another novel experience, "What's the name? Let me think about it." He looked down at the cub in his arms, and had a flash of inspiration, "If you have it, let's call it Griffin."

"Griffin?" Quan pondered for a while, "Sounds pretty good."

"That's right, my Griffin." Balthazar smiled and stroked the cub in his arms, in exchange for a small purr.

However, Quan saw that the corner of Arthur's mouth twitched. He leaned over and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Athel looked at Balthazar, and told him in a voice so low that only Quan could hear: "Griffin means griffin in the languages ​​of other countries."

"Yes, is it?" These Lian Quan couldn't help twitching.

"Ok!"

The two looked at Balthazar together, deeply speechless for the name of this one.