"CAW!"
A piercing caw shattered the camp's silence. Startled, Count Brand nearly fell off the wooden post, his sleek black feathers instantly puffing out.
"Your Majesty, are you saying that blockhead Arthur got himself lost again? In a godforsaken place like that?!"
"Brainless! Reckless!"
He flapped his wings, landing on a nearby stone with a THUD like a catapulted black furball. He anxiously pecked hard at the wooden post with his sharp beak, producing a rapid TUK TUK TUK sound.
"It's over. We're doomed."
"Without this Count's sharp eyes to guide him, that foolish follower of mine will definitely never make it back! If he stumbles into the Goblin Army's fortress or wanders into a Cave Spider's nest, his bones will end up being used to prop up a table leg."
Chen Yu gently nudged his ruffled feathers with his Gel body.
"It's not that bad. I have a little Slime watching over him."
"Ah! Right, right! And I have you, Your Majesty."
