"Pretty smart, huh." Malin chuckled and flexed his hands.
"They are very smart, indeed they're artificial lifeforms, brought over by the Four-Islanders back in the day. For a long time, they served as substitutes for war horses, but ever since chariots came out, these war chickens were converted for civilian use." Bei Luo explained.
Malin glanced around and approached a patrol officer: "Could I borrow your discipline stick for a moment?"
Perhaps Malin's Thainan was very fluent, as this middle-aged man smiled and pulled out his discipline stick: "Sir, I must say first, war chickens are extremely fierce creatures, they even dare to attack Chaos."
Accepting the courtesy, Malin smiled and nodded, then walked up to the war chicken, holding both ends of the iron stick, he formed a concentric circle.
The war chicken, initially poised to attack Malin, made a gurgling sound and lowered its head to nuzzle Malin's face.
