"罗林,你会得到的."仍然被困在树上的Shitpan带着难以置信和敬畏的说道.那只看起来比他强壮的狗,有可能用一只爪子将他击倒.尽管它的嘴被捂住了,但他不能靠得太近——被咬会是一场灾难,但这并没有阻止他说话."如果这只狗真的懂你,猎人就不会把那只死母鸡拖到卖狗人那里抱怨了.""不过,我们还是得试一试,"罗林回答道,眼睛里闪烁着兴奋的光芒.
他拿起铜书,走进树林,确保周围没有人.然后,他将狗绳拴在一棵小树上,保持安全距离.面对黑狗,他指着说:"坐吧."呃."狗歪着头,看着正在发号施令的人类.它微微犹豫了一下,然后放下身体坐下,象征性地摇了摇尾巴.就像这是给他的新主人一点尊重一样.
"哟,这可能只是一个巧合,"Shitpan 在十米外说道,并没有留下深刻的印象.罗林又下达了命令,"站起来."呃哦!"狗蹲了下身子,然后站了起来,摇着尾巴,比之前更加热情.
"哟,这只狗有一些真正的潜力,"希特潘说,惊讶地瞪大了眼睛.他没想到这只狗会服从这么多命令,它并没有他想象的那么愚蠢.
"坐."罗林再次指了指.狗坐好后,蹲下身子,伸手,开始解开嘴里的粗布.不用担心被咬——皮带还系在树上.他一解开,就后退了一步,保持着安全距离.罗林与狗四目相对,从地上抓起一根短棍,将其扔向空中,并发出命令:"抓住它.
"呃!"黑狗抬起头,盯着掉下来的棍子.它计算了这一刻,然后用有力的后腿向前冲刺,在半空中接住了棍子.
"该死的,罗林,你这里有一个真正的宝藏."Shitpan 惊讶地鼓掌.现在他开始怀疑猎人和卖狗的人.那只哑狗在哪里?它实际上是一颗珍贵的小宝石.
"坐."罗林慢慢走近,小心翼翼地用手抚摸着狗的头.狗狗一开始退缩了,但一旦被主人抚摸,它就放松了下来,半闭着眼睛,享受地舔了舔他的手.当他揉着它的头时,狗也歪着脖子,用鼻子轻推他的手掌作为回应.感觉他们很同步.
"罗林,小心点,它可能会突然向你发脾气,"希特潘警告道,但他的好奇心将他拉了上前.他想近距离看看这只狗.
"我需要给它起个名字."罗林揉了揉狗的头,想了想."你是我买的第一只狗,这个世界上的第一只狗.你可以被叫到...小何."呃!"萧何用力摇尾巴回应,仿佛接受了这个名字.它甚至蹭了蹭罗林的手臂,以示爱意.
罗林解开狗的皮带,从它嘴里取下棍子,把它扔得很远,然后指着前方,下达命令:"小何,回来.
"呃!"萧何向前一跃,有力的跳跃落地,开始追赶棍子.它锐利的眼睛锁定着坠落的物体,用尽全力追赶.
"God damn it, Rollin, you've got a real treasure here!"
Shitpan clapped, amazed.
Now he was starting to think the hunter and the dog seller were mistaken.
This dog wasn't dumb at all—it was a gem.
"Rollin," Shitpan called from the tree, "You sure it won't bite me? I don't want to be stuck up here all day."
"Sure,"
Rollin replied, continuing to rub Xiao He's head, talking to it.
"Xiao He, listen. Without my command, don't bite anyone or anything. Understand?"
"Ugh."
Xiao He wagged its tail, licked its lips, giving a response.
But its eyes remained fierce, locking onto Shitpan.
Clearly, in its eyes, only Rollin was safe.
Everyone else was a potential threat.
"But..."
Rollin's tone turned cold, determined.
"If anyone or anything threatens you, you must attack first."
"Ugh."
Xiao He's eyes darkened, showing its readiness.
Rollin smiled, rubbed the dog's head again, then picked up a thicker stick, handing it to Xiao He.
"Break it."
"Ugh-oh!"
Xiao He opened its mouth, clamped down with its jaws.
The thick, dry stick snapped in two with a single bite.
"God damn it, this dog's teeth are crazy sharp,"
Shitpan, who had been about to jump down, hesitated again.
He looked at the dog, now tied to Rollin, and said nervously, "But, you're going with Lord Donner tomorrow. Dogs aren't allowed on military campaigns. Don't tell me you'll need me to take care of it. I like it, but this dog's got some serious bite."
"I'll bring it along,"
Rollin said, standing up and walking forward with Xiao He close by.
He needed to unlock the [Heartfelt Synchronicity] talent as soon as possible, to train Xiao He properly.
Only then would it truly follow him.
Still stuck on the tree, Shitpan watched the man and the dog walk away, his mind racing with disbelief.
A dog that was once a troublemaker, now so obedient.
Could Rollin be a witch? Someone who talks to animals?
No, Rollin's a man.
They've been side by side in the same area, even shared a few moments of... you know.
And there's no such thing as a male witch in this world.
So, maybe Rollin's just a natural hunter.
And maybe, in the future, he'll become a free man hunter.
That would be a real stroke of luck.
Pulling himself back from his thoughts, he noticed his friend and the dog were getting further away.
He quickly jumped down and called, "Wait up, you forgot your friend, you lucky dog!"
Back home, Rollin took the dead chicken from his waist, lit a fire, and started to cook.
He removed the feathers, and kept talking to Xiao He to unlock the [Heartfelt Synchronicity] talent, which required ten thousand words of conversation.
"Your fur is nice."
"Your nails are sharp."
"What are you thinking?"
"You can't pee everywhere."
"Good dog."
At first, Rollin thought ten thousand words was easy.
But as he spoke, he found himself at a loss for words.
So he started talking nonsense.
After all, nonsense is still words.
And Xiao He was clearly holding on, trying its best.
It was so annoying to be talked to all day by one person.
So the dead chicken became the perfect tool to get Xiao He to respond.
One question, one bark, and a piece of meat.
It was a simple exchange, but it worked.
Even though the dog was just a stray, it never expected this amount of talk from its master.
And now, it was being asked to respond every time.
A hunting dog, becoming a talking dog.
If his ancestors were alive, they'd probably call him out for not doing his job.
By the next morning, Rollin was still talking in his sleep, holding Xiao He close.
In Xiao He's dreams, it was just hearing all the random stuff his master said.
Even more surprising was that when Rollin got up and went out to work, he came back to continue chatting with Xiao He.