Reached out and grabbed the rabbit hiding in the corner and shivering, under John's coercion, the rabbit who was still moving and wanted to escape directly began to foam at the mouth and twitch its limbs, it seems that John was scared to death. What a poor little fellow, John shed two crocodile tears and casually put the unicorn back into space.

Of course, John didn't leave. Digging along the passage, John soon found the rabbit's food burrow. In the cave, John found a lot of tree fruit grass seeds, all of which were winter food collected by the fat rabbit. John looked at it and found that few of them were delicious, and if ordinary inferior demons found these they would be regarded as treasures, but John looked at these with disgust on his face.

"Huh?" Maybe he finished eating, and John didn't come over for a long time, so the little dragon vulture followed John's scent, and then looked at John who was staring at the grass seeds on the ground with a confused expression. John reached out to soothe the little guy and took out the rabbit and handed it over. I thought the little dragon vulture would eat it directly, but it ignored the rabbit that John stretched out, stretched its neck to the grass seeds on the ground, and then licked a little with its tongue and put it in its mouth to chew. Chewing and chewing, the little guy spit out all the grass seeds in his mouth, and it didn't seem to taste good. John smiled and looked at the little guy who was asking for his own hardship, and he also felt very happy.

Seeing the little dragon vulture complaining to himself with an aggrieved face, as if to say why he should pay attention to a mess of unpalatable things, John felt interesting, and reached out and patted the little dragon vulture: "Now you know that you can't eat everything, right?" After speaking, regardless of the little dragon vulture's reaction, he took the rabbit over: "Go and eat, a leopard is not enough for you to eat, let's fill this first." ”

The little dragon vulture is now at the peak of its growth, and its appetite has become very large, if you just eat these low-level magical beasts every day, the energy contained in it is too little, and it can't meet the needs of the little dragon vulture at all, as long as you rely on the rock dragon meat given by John to meet the energy needs of the little dragon vulture. But the energy of the rock dragon meat is indeed sufficient, but no matter how you say it, it is only a little bit, and the stomach is still empty, so the little dragon vulture will also prey on some ordinary magical beasts, not for energy, the position fills the stomach, which has developed the habit of the little guy wanting to swallow everything he sees, but this time he was pitted by John, and now he is still a little angry.

But a tantrum is a tantrum, but you can't just let it go. After turning his head and grabbing the rabbit, falling to the ground and tearing it open, and eating the rabbit, the little one's temper basically disappeared. "A child is a child. Looking at the little guy who had eaten the rabbit and was jumping around again, John reached out and summoned it back to prevent it from chasing the flies in the air.

On that day, John and the little guy dug out the nests of many animals that had been preparing for the winter, including the little guy like the rabbit and the jungle overlord like the storm bear. In the den of the Storm Bear, some of its hidden honey was also found, and I don't know where this guy got this stone trough with honey. Well, these are small things, John took the honey with the stone trough, it's hard to find this rare ingredient in purgatory, but he can get some sweets to eat today.

Finding the honey, John felt better, and reached out and smeared some honey from the stone trough and sent it to the little dulture's mouth. The little dragon vulture stuck out his tongue and licked it, it seemed that he liked the taste, and wanted to ask John for more. It's a pity that this thing is scarce, and John doesn't have a lot, so naturally he didn't let the little guy let go of his belly to eat.

Ignoring the little guy's trick on the side to beg for honey, John looked at the lair of the storm bear, touched the surrounding dirt walls, and thoughtfully touched it. The soil here is not bad to the touch, with some stickiness and quite smooth. Touching the mud, John remembered the books he had read about ceramics before. "Do you want me to come out and play less?"

There are no ceramics in the Teran Continent, copper and iron are restricted strategic resources, and every blacksmith buys copper and iron ore needs to be recorded, while gold and silver are luxury goods, and ordinary people rarely have access to gold and silver. Therefore, with regard to everyday containers, the aristocracy used gold and silver utensils to show their nobility, while the common people generally bought wooden pots and cups. Ceramics have never been on this continent.

Well, if John succeeds, then the first ceramic in this world will appear in purgatory. But the problem is that John doesn't know the essentials of firing ceramics either, but he has only read a book that introduces the firing process of ceramics, and how to do it is still a mystery.

Okay, let's not talk about the rest, let's get this dirt back and see. John thought and began to dig up the dirt that he felt good. The clay felt different from the others, and John relied on the different touches on his hands to remove the clay that was more pleasant to the touch. It's troublesome to say, but in fact, the amount of clay that meets this standard is not very large, just a part of the soil wall, and the rest is contaminated by other soils, and there are too many impurities. Having given up on the idea of digging again, John put all the clay he had sifted out into the space, turned around and went back with the little dragon vulture.

The way back was calm and I didn't meet any other animals. Just think about it a little, John took the little dragon vulture all the way to kill, and the big and small ones he met on the road were made into a mess by these two, how could he meet again so quickly?

Back in the cave, John took out all the meat in his space, and he was very skilled in peeling and removing the bones. The dismantled meat was hung on the fire, and when it was dried over the fire, it was placed on the side. The little dragon vulture didn't steal it, glanced at the pile of meat, came over and sniffed it, turned around and snorted and ran away. The energy in these things is not enough to make the little dragon vulture covet, and there are many such things, and the meat and bones on the other side are all theirs, plus the little dragon vulture can also see that these things are not reserved for it. Since it is not good for himself, and it is not for himself, the little dragon vulture naturally loses interest.

John felt relieved that the little one was sensible, and the little one's love of chewing bones saved him from the trouble of throwing bones himself—though generally the creatures of purgatory wouldn't mind the kind of food that was a bit toothy. It's good to eat some, how can there be so many requirements!

In the evening, Lily went back to her room to sleep, and the little dragon vulture was also brought outside by the campfire. John alone in his workshop took out all the clay, began to dry it with his own fire, and then put it into a stone mortar beside him and grind it finely.