Chapter 17 - 16: The Five-Year Term Has Ended
Wait, why are there Snowfield Worms in my den again?
Never mind, this is good news!
David forcefully suppressed his foolish urge to follow the trail and find the Snowfield Worms to kill them for their eggs.
He thought for a moment, reared up, bent his head down, and stared intently at his still-wriggling belly. He issued a stern command, "Eat slower! Can’t you at least wait until I wake up for the main course? Got it? Huh?"
His greedy stomach, perhaps confused by this sudden madness from his brain, stopped its digestive wriggling. Then, it let out a grumble, as if reluctantly agreeing.
"Hmm... good." David retracted his neck, patted his belly with a satisfied claw, and then fell back asleep.
Half a year later, after being constantly fed, David raised a paw and stroked his chin, mumbling to himself with delayed realization, They’re still here!?
These audacious Snowfield Worms! Wouldn’t they really be throwing some kind of wild party in my den, defying Dragon Might, thinking it’s somehow more thrilling that way, right?
At this thought, David felt a tinge of excitement.
Then he lay back down flat and went to sleep.
With a steady supply from this ’silver worm,’ why the hell would I need to go hunting!