This flock of crows...... It's really unlucky.

Startled by the call of the birds, Vicol raised his vigilance for a moment: it was not the cry of a snow crow that could deliver letters, but a scavenger that specialized in scavenging.

The average crow is omnivorous, and eating carrion is just a choice. This is not the case with scavenging ravens, which come in flocks and focus on the carcass. Once upon a time, when hunting, a careless man would let these disgusting goods get on the corpse of the prey.

They say they are scavengers, but they actually like to love their prey that has just died. I don't know why, the next minute you kill an animal, a whole horde of people will come to you. It's as if they can smell the omen of death.

The dog had just run into the dark woods, had it died by accident? Somewhat confused, Vicol suddenly became interested: maybe it was only seriously injured, but it was surrounded by scavengers and waited for the dog to die before eating.

If that's the case, then I can go to the hero and save the dog, and start a friendship (encounter) that is as perfect as a novel!

Thinking of this, Mad Dog immediately decided to go and see the situation. After a moment's hesitation, he still carried the cloth bag containing the book with him, in case anyone stole it again.

Following the crow's cries and the paw prints on the ground, Vicol soon swayed deep into the woods with his pipe in his mouth. However, just as he stepped on a branch in the snow, the puppy finally appeared in front of Vicol's eyes: it was lying in a pool of blood, still crawling with a whining sound.

Around it, there were already many scavengers, waiting for the puppies to come up and pick up the bargains as soon as they died—just as Vicor had imagined. Rushing forward to pounce on the birds, the snow crow picked up the white fluffy puppy and hurriedly examined the wound: it had been stabbed in the abdomen with some sharp object, but fortunately it was not critically injured.

...... Huh? What does this wound look like......

The puppy whimpered, and the snow crow stroked it with his hand: frowning: something wasn't quite right with the wound. At first glance, it is indeed a cutting wound caused by a knife, but deep inside the wound, there is a faint indication that there is no wound that must have been left when the blade was swung.

Years of experience as a hunter tell Vicol that the situation is to say...... The murder weapon was not pulled out of the puppy's body at all, and it just disappeared.

Once upon a time, he was attacked by a snow wolf, and Vicol used a piece of sharp ice beside him to defend himself. The ice was left in the wolf's body, and when he was about to peel it before the campfire, he realized that the ice blade had melted.

It was that unique wound that impressed Vicol extremely deeply.

But it couldn't be a wound from an ice blade? First of all, there was no hot heat source nearby that could melt it. Secondly, the wound cut by the skate blade should leave some frostbite marks on the wound.

Impatiently driving away another group of scavengers, Vicor picked up the miserable and wailing puppy and looked around: he had to find a place to put it down, and he couldn't let it lie in the snow and lose temperature.

This puppy looks so clean...... Feeling frustrated that he couldn't take him home to raise him, Vicol decided to take him home to recuperate, and when the injury was almost healed, he would go out with her to find his master.

But how did he stab the puppy, and why did he attack it? Looking at the puddle of blood on the snow, Vicol was completely puzzled: he couldn't get along with the dog, and he must have lived a very sad life.

Videl didn't like dogs, he thought they were like wolves. But Vicor likes these human guys so much that he doesn't even want to touch dog meat. According to the local customs of Neverwinter, there is no taboo to eat dog meat.

These scavengers have saved your life, puppy......

Deciding to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, Vicor took a knife and cut off a strip of cloth from his cuff and carefully cut it into a rectangle. In order to avoid inflammation, Vicol took out a pinch of tobacco, burned it with fire, and spread it evenly on the cloth strip to bandage it.

This should be fine for the time being, go back and take care of it again.

Listening to the puppy's whimpering thanksgiving, Vicol looked at its wagging tail and breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought about the question he had just asked: it was hard to think about why someone had hurt the dog and not killed it. Is it because it's in the way?

Speaking of which, the owner of this dog must have come to walk the dog, right? Looking at the dog collar and the cloth rope on it that he hadn't noticed just now, Vicol was shocked: then how could he not be nearby?

I saw this puppy running in on its own. Could it be that its owner didn't look at it and ran away, or was it worried that it knew that its owner had gone deep into the woods but had not returned?

"Is your master here?" he asked the puppy, but the snow crow was disappointed to get no answer: the puppy had fainted. So he hurriedly checked his injuries again, and Vicol breathed a sigh of relief: he thought it was dead.

Judging by its paw prints, it was walking deep into the woods......

Feeling more and more weird, Vicol hugged the puppy to the package, flicked the torn sleeve, and pulled out the light crossbow behind his waist. After winding it, Vicol took a deep puff on his pipe, his nerves tense: in fact, the most conservative thing to do is to go back and find someone to help. But instead of making a joke about it, it's better to see for yourself first.

It can't be anything too dangerous to hide inside, right? Just take a look, and retreat immediately if there is danger.

Actually, to put it bluntly...... What I'm really excited about is that there is finally an event to stimulate the lower nerves, right?

Fueled by this curiosity and thrill-seeking, Vicol shook off the snow and began to look around: visibility was quite low, and fortunately the trees were not high enough to completely obscure the moonlight.

When the scavengers saw that the feast was gone, they dissipated and flew to the horizon. However, they didn't fly into the depths of the jungle for another feast - that is, there were no corpses in them, did they?

Or, maybe there's something that makes them afraid to approach. For example, the griffons in the Land of the Warm Sun.

Walking to the bloodstain left by the puppy just now and squatting down, the snow crow surveyed for a moment before turning to the grass: it seems that the puppy is sniffing and chasing after him. It just faltered, and it just wanted to go in that direction.

Then again...... Maybe its owner is still a girl?

The snow crow with his pipe in his mouth can't help but be whimsical: maybe that's how the story unfolds...... After saving her owner, I pushed the boat down the river, and then I had both a dog and a girlfriend.

I'm so witty! Because I've read too many novels, Snow Raven suddenly became complacent: the last time I read this book, it was a human male who saved an angel who fell from the sky and lived happily ever after.