By the time the group arrived at the foot of Mt. Garogol, it was already the morning of the fourth day since they set off from the black market. To be ready to deal with the devious Mt. Garogol, everyone even made sure to rest well for the night before coming here.
During this period, the monster that attacked the campsite at night did not appear again. It seemed that it sensed lethal danger from “Old Durkin” and decided to temporarily give up attacking any further.
However, Milo felt the other party would come back. Thinking about it from another perspective, if someone had killed his pet, he would surely seek revenge against them for a while too.
But when he thought about it again, he felt it was impossible he would have a pet at all. Anything remotely edible would have already been used to fill his stomach.
This was a result of his many years of living as a refugee. People like him were unlikely to have any pets at all. He had even turned an offensive plant like the Potato Shooter, which was a reward from the palace, into a crop, so how could he possibly own a pet?
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