"Meh meh meh!"
The Black Goat screamed, waving its hooves in a struggle, but Pursue the Day, with its resistance to Dusk, smacked it down into the earth with a swipe of its claw, eliciting a dissatisfied roar.
"Woof woof woof!"
Learn from the giant toads that are constantly producing "Sleeping Toad Paste"; that's what truly good employees do.
Remember, being full is the greatest fortune!
Then, it directly dragged the Black Goat by its hooves, forcibly feeding it.
"Pursue the Day really wants to improve, and that deserves praise!"
Gary Smith commended Pursue the Day's excellent mentality and then returned his attention to the meadow, where countless operations were mere flickers in the mortal world.
He turned to look at Mousie, who had incarnated into the Third Disaster Peacock, but the latter shook its head at him.
Although the Thousand-faced Soul Tree had absorbed the soul fragments of the Mother of Breeding, it had not obtained much useful information.
