In a corner of dawn town.
He stepped on the cobblestone path in the morning wind.
Roger was in a pretty good mood.
When the target was a Johnny turtle, the gargoyle's killing efficiency was a little lower.
However, he had also gained five years of lifespan last night.
The key wasn't the quantity.
Instead, it was the happiness of being able to eat interest while lying down!
And today, on the way here.
Roger's ostentatious display of carrying a gargoyle had attracted the attention of many people.
It wouldn't be long before everyone knew that there was a new person with a gargoyle in town.
This was very much in line with Roger's idea of wanting to show off a little strength while hiding his trump cards.
With a powerful magic beast like the gargoyle as a servant, most people would probably mistake him for a Warlock or mage.
A few people might be able to guess his Ranger background.
