Chapter 152: Lumberjack, Lumberjack, Lumberjack, Lumberjack
Leon nodded solemnly, indicating that he had taken note of it.
Only then did the brown bear, looking satisfied, sway its massive body toward the forest. The tightly packed trees ahead parted miraculously to either side, forming a clear passage for it to walk through.
Leon sighed.
It wasn’t regret over the bear’s abrupt departure—it was helplessness at that stubborn personality.
Even though it was injured, the big guy had insisted on chatting with him for so long, acting as if nothing was wrong. Who did it even learn that from?
Leon wasn’t a fool. The first time the bear brushed against him, he had caught a faint scent of blood. At first, he assumed it came from the monster the bear had fought. But on second thought, that couldn’t be right.
Monster corpses disappeared after death, taking every trace of their bodies with them. There was no way blood would remain on the bear. Leon had seen that scene enough times himself—he’d slain more than a few monsters.
So the scent could only have come from the bear itself. It must have been wounded in its battle with that cursed flying dragon.
Still, the injury couldn’t be too serious. Although there was a smell of blood, Leon hadn’t seen any fresh bleeding afterward. That was why he hadn’t said anything.