"By the way," Rizz's snicker returned, "What level is that thing?"
Chief Strad hesitated to answer. He was still confused by the goblin's vague explanation and the Tri-horned Ram's sudden loss of coordination. "... It's lv. 32. But don't go thinking that means my boy is stronger than it. Beasts that size are much stronger than a person of the same level."
Rizz nodded. "True. But that makes me wonder how rare a Tri-horned Ram is."
"They are quite rare," the elkkin chief answered with a matter-of-fact tone. "There were some Giant Rams nearby. But they only have the two side horns. They aren't as strong as this Tri-horned Ram that ruled them."
Casually, Rizz started walking toward the manic, bleeding ram.
"Saint!" Chief Strad marched after the goblin. "Come back before–"
"I'll be fine! That thing will die and I'll finally gain some levels!" Laughing and itching his nose, Rizz kept his eyes peeled on the Tri-horned Ram.
