Artor walked over and picked up the dragon egg on the ground.
The shell had dragon scales, which looked like they were made of platinum, appearing incredibly noble.
Ellie Miller stared at the dragon egg, "Find a chicken... will it work?"
Artor: "......"
The dragon egg in Artor's arms twisted slightly in protest.
Then, he held the 'struggling' dragon egg down firmly, and with an unchanged expression, said to Ellie Miller:
"We can try."
Egg: !!!
In the kitchen, a chicken set to be slaughtered thus escaped its fate of being served at the table tonight.
Just...
First problem: To the dragon egg, a diligent hen was somewhat small.
The hen squatted on the huge dragon egg, resembling a 'quail' trying to hatch an ostrich egg.
Ellie Miller: "Uh, the size is a bit off."
Artor: "."
Ever since the hen sat her butt on the dragon egg, she acted as if she had stepped on an electric gate, shaking like chaff.
