But the strong aura doesn't affect the personality of the Qilin itself.
Previously, Lambert and Geralt were still on guard under the thunderclouds, never having seen a Qilin, they almost felt their scalp tingle.
However, when this noble steed truly appeared on the city walls, chewing on acorns, it was as calm and leisurely as a capybara feeding.
The actions of the Qilin cut the awe brought by its racial talent at least in half.
Lann approached the Qilin and checked it over.
Ensuring this creature hadn't provoked those formidable beings hidden within the Blue Mountain, nor was affected by curses or magic.
"So you've been just running around these days? Didn't do anything?"
Lann's left hand emitted a cold white magical glow, constructing a communication bridge between humans and the Ancient Dragon using a variant of [Yakxi Rune] learned from the Griffin School.
