The utterly exhausted Jones finally managed to gather nine-headed deer together, piling them up into what looked like a small mountain.
Is this territory abundant? Not at all. Strictly speaking, there isn't a single fertile spot on the Kolin Peninsula.
The area is indeed surrounded by dense woods, but most of the trees are peculiar and useless—inedible, impractical, with the sole characteristic of being extraordinarily resilient. As for the common deer usually found in forests, they're scarce to the point of misery. Fortunately, the territory is expansive enough that, with careful searching, it's still possible to find some.
"That damn Hydra! Eating this much and somehow not bursting!" Jones cursed venomously. Dora stood cautiously nearby, watching.
Cursing aside, Jones dutifully loaded up the deer two at a time, transporting them toward the castle. Why two at a time? Because bats only have two feet.
