novelODS Chapter 33 Unexpected Data
Chapter 33 Unexpected Data
Rogge subconsciously activated his Eye of Insight to look at the little guy, and the information on the panel left him completely astonished.
Species: Snowy Owl
[Name: Unnamed!]
[Level: 0]
[Trainability: High!]
[Attributes: Constitution: 1, Strength: 1, Agility: 1, Intelligence: 4]
【Skill:
Crisis perception: (lethal level);
Carrying: (Untrained!)
Acting cute: (Untrained!)
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[Category: Mount!]
Note: You can communicate to name this mount and bind it to you. After binding, you can issue simple commands! (Current intelligence is too low to name!)
This unit can have its attributes and skills managed! (It needs to be fed meat daily!)
Note:
The higher the physical fitness, the larger the body size! (Strength and agility are affected by body size, so please manage them appropriately!)
The higher the strength, the greater the basic carrying capacity!
The higher your agility, the faster your flight speed and reaction speed!
The higher the intelligence, the more sensitive one is to malice! (Currently, only lethal malice can be detected!)
……
What's going on?
Roger's breathing quickened, and he almost instinctively dropped the little thing in his palm.
The baby owl, which was no bigger than his palm, was staring at him with its bewildered, golden-orange eyes!
This was the first time Rog had ever discerned a complete attribute panel from an animal!
Like his "partners," he is capable of experience management!
Roger stood frozen in place, his fingertips gently stroking the little creature's soft fur. In the end, he couldn't bear to just throw it away...
He became increasingly adept at using his insightful abilities.
He also tried to understand the livestock in the village, but the information he obtained was often just brief descriptions of the species.
Rogge secretly wondered: Could it be that the prerequisite for being able to see the complete attribute panel is that the target must reach a certain intelligence threshold?
What really gave him the creeps was that this tiny creature, smaller than his palm, was labeled "mount"!
Roger's lips twitched, and he almost couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.
It's not even as big as his palm. Riding this thing? Is it riding me or am I riding it?
Is the Mount & Blade panel in the wrong place?
Before he could sort out the many questions in his mind, Virgil's shouts came from ahead.
"Rogge! It's getting completely dark, and a downpour is coming soon!"
Roger snapped out of his daze and carefully tucked the little guy into his linen robe.
The little guy didn't resist at all, but just obediently huddled inside, gently rubbing his little head against his chest, as soft as a ball of freshly fallen snow.
Roger adjusted his collar and quickly caught up with him.
As he walked on the muddy dirt road, the description of the "mount" was still clearly imprinted in Roger's mind. The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed. Yet, the inexplicable expectation in his heart grew wildly like weeds, impossible to suppress.
Damn it! It's just one more mouth to feed!
Roger thought to himself, "This little thing is no bigger than the palm of my hand, I can afford to raise it!"
……
By the time the three returned to the "Three Musketeers Blacksmith Shop," it was completely dark.
A muffled rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon.
Before long, large raindrops began to pound on the thatched roof, and soon it turned into a torrential downpour.
Outside, it was as dark as if thick ink had been splashed on it; the whole world was plunged into a black hole where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Back inside, Gode fumbled for a flint in the dark, struck it a few times to produce sparks, and first lit the oil lamp that was almost empty by the stove before rekindling the firewood in the earthen stove.
The orange flames on the earthen stove flickered, seemingly becoming the only source of light in this pitch-black world.
Installing the door panels on the thatched hut instantly kept out the raging wind and rain. This simple mud house became a haven where Roger could temporarily find peace of mind.
……
The three people squatted around the wood-fired stove, the firelight casting their shadows on the mottled earthen wall, flickering back and forth.
Virgil was squatting by the firewood, gently stirring with a wooden shovel. The earthenware pot on the fire was bubbling and simmering with a thick, fresh fish soup.
The air was filled with the slightly fishy aroma of fish and meat, mixed with the smoky scent of firewood.
This fish was delivered by Aunt Silin yesterday; our stock is almost empty now.
The house was too dark; the only light came from the pile of firewood.
Roger gradually adapted to this world without electric lights, where darkness completely engulfs everything at night.
Perhaps it's because he doesn't have a cell phone like he did in his previous life, allowing him to see the world at a glance. Or perhaps it's because Roger hasn't been to many places in this world...
The nights in the countryside were so lonely, so lonely that Roger felt that this small fishing village by the lake was the whole world.
Unlike the countryside of my previous life, where even late at night there was always a streetlamp at the village entrance, its warm yellow light shining far and wide...
……
At this moment, Roger and Gode's entire attention was focused on the little snowy owl.
Roger held the snowy owl protectively in his palm, and the orange-red firelight fell on its snow-white downy fur, which strangely shone with a layer of soft, lustrous light.
The little ball of fur was nestled in Roger's palm, its round eyes staring unblinkingly.
No matter how much Gold held the shredded fish to its mouth, it acted as if it didn't see it, turning its neckless little head to the side and refusing to eat.
"You little brat! You're not giving me any face, are you?" Gold got impatient and pushed the fish strip forward again.
The little snowy owl shrank back into Roger's arms, refusing to open its mouth no matter what.
Roger watched from the side, chuckling to himself. He picked up a piece of fish from the wooden plate beside him and gently offered it to the little snowy owl's beak.
The little guy, who had been so stubborn just moments before, immediately grabbed the fish meat with its sharp beak and swallowed it in a few bites.
"You wanted to play it, now you're holding a grudge!"
Virgil smiled slightly, washed his hands, picked up a piece of fish from the plate, and offered it to the little snowy owl's beak. The little guy opened his mouth, took it, and swallowed it in a few bites.
Upon seeing this, Gold exploded instantly, glaring and shouting that he was not convinced.
"What did I do to offend him? Why won't he eat what I offer...?"
……
Virgil's fish soup was ready in no time.
He took out three earthenware bowls and evenly divided the thick fish soup and fish meat into the three bowls. The aroma of the fish meat wafted into his nose.
Roger picked up his bowl, blew on it to cool it down, and sipped the hot, thick soup.
There was no salt or other seasoning in the fish soup, but fortunately it didn't have much of a muddy taste, and the fish was quite fresh and sweet.
For a carnivore like Roger, this fish soup was only so-so.
In this small fishing village where people rely on the water for their livelihood, being able to eat fish soup every day is considered a good life...
But Roger still craved the taste of beef and lamb. Just thinking about those crispy, caramelized American barbecues he remembered made his eyes light up!
But beef and mutton are not something Roger can afford now...
Jian gently touched the little snowy owl's drooping wing. Under the observation of the Eye of Insight, the injury was not serious, and it could still move slightly.
Roger couldn't treat it, so he sighed and could only wait for it to heal on its own.
Looking at the little snowy owl, Roger suddenly remembered his kitten from his past life, which was also just as clingy and obedient.
The more obedient it was, the more he wanted to buy it the best food, even though he only earned three thousand yuan a month at the time, he was willing to spend a lot of money to buy it canned food.
Looking at the little snowy owl nestled obediently in his palm, Roger wondered if he should try to get some beef and mutton to improve the little creature's diet.
Well, Roger readily admitted that the main reason was that he himself was simply craving it.
In Duanpo Village, a fishing village on the shore of the lake, most people make a living by fishing, but a few farmers also grow some grains such as rye.
Rogge had also subtly inquired about the existence of "meters" in this world!
Production is extremely limited, making it a rare delicacy that only noble gentlemen can afford!
Rogge pondered whether he should use the money from forging weapons to exchange for some meat or something, once the blacksmith shop opened tomorrow...