novelraw Chapter 7: Became Obedient
Chapter 7: Became Obedient
Beihai helped the adorable wolf cub up, then made it swear an oath.
This wolf was different from the others — not only smart but also perceptive. If it cooperated properly, it might bring back even more benefits.
The so-called oath was simply a promise not to harm humans or animals. Reciting such an oath wasn’t that troublesome.
The wolf, still partly in human form, stood up and raised its paw. Its feelings were conflicted; it had no choice but to compromise in order to survive.
“Sir Knight, I did as you said, but, that is…”
The wolf mumbled for a long time without getting the words out.
“I know. So I will vouch for you. You can go into the human market to buy what you need.”
Beihai knew exactly what the wolf was thinking. After all, if it couldn’t eat humans or animals, a wolf is a carnivore, not an omnivore.
Sure, here it could eat some fruit to fill its stomach and sometimes grow vegetables, but that wouldn’t meet its nutritional needs. And this was a highly intelligent wolf, so its needs would be greater.
If it could not harm animals and could not harm humans, it would end up eating only plants. A hungry wolf would be reduced to a little sheep or shaved its head and become a monk.Beihai thought a clever wolf only needed to think a bit and take some vegetables and fruit into town to trade.
With some money, it could immediately buy meat. That way it wouldn’t hurt humans or animals, but it could still fill its belly.
The wolf clung to Beihai’s thigh again; for some reason, it was moved.
This knight was vouching for it with his own reputation. Too bad, eating humans was just my hobby, not for survival!
Looking at the wolf clinging to his leg and crying there, Beihai grew impatient. He grabbed the back of its neck and walked toward the village.
Grabbing the back of someone’s neck is like seizing fate by the scruff, like holding a dog’s nape. There was no way to resist; it could only be dragged like a dead dog.
Dragged across soft grass, the wolf’s rump got banged against some stones a few times. Eventually it struggled to stand, signaling it could walk.
One paw rubbing its backside, it trotted along behind Beihai.
“You cute little thing, remember, an oath isn’t something you can break casually. If you betray it, the first blow will cleave your head.”
Beihai pressed his thumb to his sword and flicked his finger. The blade left the scabbard at lightning speed and, in an instant, pinned a fierce wolf to a tree.
He didn’t use the tip but the opposite end to drive it through and anchor it to the tree — all with just a thumb!
In that moment, all the wolf’s scheming thoughts were shattered; its expression cleared like a farm dog’s. It obediently got down on all fours and stopped walking like a person.
Maybe it was afraid that if it stood up it would block the knight’s view, and become cured meat pinned to a tree.
Beihai didn’t overthink it, because in the original story there were two wolves. Since he chose one, the other didn’t need to be kept.
As he had suspected, nothing major happened — he just gained a few attribute points.
Compared to that, nurturing this wolf and sending it out would yield the real rewards.
“Master, your sword.”
“It’s just an ordinary iron sword. We can have the blacksmith forge another later.”
Beihai grumbled inwardly. With his reputation so widespread, when would some elf hand him a sword, or when would he pick one up from a lake? If he had such bonuses, Beihai would happily pull it out, then pamper and enshrine it. But he hadn’t encountered that yet.
Thinking this, Beihai rummaged in his armor, took out the Golden Scale Dragon, and then, to the astonished stare of the farm-dog-wolf, shoved his hand straight into the dragon’s mouth, deep.
When he withdrew his hand, he held a handful of coins — silver, copper, and gold, a mixed assortment.
It was clear the Golden Scale Dragon loved money; it shoved everything into its mouth.
The dragon didn’t react much to Beihai’s action. First, it was weak; second, in dragon society its wealth was already poor.
Although it kept the dragon’s love-of-wealth attitude, after emptying itself like this, it felt like begging.
Of course, in this world there are kings and princes, and even some princesses; perhaps when they petted it, they left behind a lot of coins.
Thanks to its rarity and sacrificing its body, it had amassed some savings. Beihai’s action was seen by the Golden Scale Dragon as an investment.
This dragon had ideals — it intended to earn its money standing up. Before that, giving some investment was fine; how could an investment pay back if you don’t invest?
Beihai counted the coins in his hand and gave some to the nearby farm-dog. After all, money was indispensable if it wanted to survive among humans.
The farm-dog quickly used its mouth to catch the coins. In that moment it thought a lot. Yes, it was a wolf, but the wild was dangerous.
Its ancestors had been domesticated into dogs. There wasn’t much to refuse, especially since this was a kind knight.
But he didn’t seem to truly want to adopt me.
Damn it, I, the future Wolf King, will never submit!
But for now, special circumstances call for special treatment.
After heading to the town, everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.
In truth, Beihai hadn’t expected his reputation to be so useful. He vouched for the wolf, and at first many people only dared to stick their heads out of windows to observe quietly. Once the guarantee was made, many rushed out, and even children reached out to touch the wolf.
The wolf could only pretend to be a farm dog, humiliatingly panting with its mouth open and wagging its tail.
Its eyes became a little wet — it was crying.
Having sunk this low, the wolf believed the knight would not torment it further. According to the current development, it should be released.
But unexpectedly, Beihai grabbed the back of its neck again and hoisted it up.
He dragged the wolf out impatiently, planning to intercept Little Red Riding Hood en route. The poor wolf had given up completely this time; it didn’t even struggle. Even though its rump was being rubbed raw, it no longer cared.
Finally, on Little Red Riding Hood’s path, Beihai kicked the wolf out with one foot.
After being dragged and then kicked, it rolled on the ground a few times and was covered in dust.
Facing Little Red Riding Hood, the wolf had no improper thoughts left; it was even frightened.
It worried whether its appearance would scare the little girl, causing the knight to think it hadn’t truly changed and cut it down with a sword.
Bowing its head in fear, the wolf didn’t expect Little Red Riding Hood to reach out and pat its head. For a moment, the wolf felt as if it had been redeemed.