Fran swiftly collected all the magical plants in the entire valley and then turned towards the underground oak tree.
Although he hadn't interacted with the magical beasts, he could still tell that the number of magical beasts in his valley didn't seem to diminish.
"So many tribes have come in? Most of the Undead Tribe is over at the Dwarf Kingdom now, right? Are there still people coming?"
"The magical beasts come and go as they please.
I think they've sent all the old and young ones here to be raised.
Especially those herbivorous magical beasts.
It's almost like they're moving into the valley to find work for the safe upbringing of their offspring.
Fortunately, the number of the Undead Tribe has always been stable.
The few families that have recently sent in newcomers seem to be all fresh faces, probably not yet qualified to go to the Dwarf Kingdom, and their main target is rabbits.