The Rong Buqiu trotted on all fours, often running ahead of the two demon hunters.
Then it lifted its small head, sniffing all around as if recording the scent of the monsters in this world with its nose.
Its acorn shell armor clanged and jingled, sounding lively and pleasant.
"Can this little cat really help?"
Geralt stumbled forward on the pebble-covered riverbank, teasing Lann beside him.
"I think Rong Buqiu is about the size of a five-year-old child. With that weight and muscle mass, it's hard to call it effective lethality, isn't it?"
Lann shrugged indifferently.
"Don't underestimate the Elu Cat; there are tough creatures in its species that can hunt dragons on their own."
"Dragons? Like the Dragon Race creatures such as Pterodactyls and Fork-tailed Dragons?"
"No," Lann said expressionlessly.
