Training the chickens

The chickens were indeed waiting for Zombie – and they were doing it by standing in a straight line right by their pen's gate!

It was honestly really cute, and had another positive effect – it took Zombie one glance to count them all without any trouble.

"Two are missing."

His expression soured as he pointed out before he entered.

|Patience, how the hell did we miss a whole monster...? Does it have a high-level sneak skill or something?|

Zombie asked inside of his head.

|No. It's more likely that it got here after we already left... It looks like it isn't nocturnal after all. Good, that crosses out all of the most dangerous options.|

Patience answered calmly.

"Yes... whatever bastard is, it got one hen."

Melon nodded with a dissatisfied frown and glared towards the treetops visible from above the fence.

"One? What about...?"

Zombie tilted his head and looked back at the old man when...