"This monster looks a little strange..."
While speaking, Simmons pulled out his sword and used it to pry open the monster's mouth.
There was still half of the black puppy's foreleg inside. At this moment, the puppy had already been swallowed into its stomach.
"This monster, we call it a jackal."
"It's a very, very weak monster."
Simmons sized up the jackal as he explained.
"It usually moves in groups. It follows behind some other powerful monsters and picks up leftovers."
"This monster usually avoids battles, so it's not a big threat."
"But our tribe has a rule. The moment we see a jackal, we must kill it."
"I don't know why there's such treatment for such a weak monster, but I just obediently followed it."
"I brought this question to my father and he said he didn't know. As Grandpa said it every day, my father just followed obediently."