The iron head eagle roughly went one round above the Blue Grassland, and Mag was focusing downward the whole time, but he still couldn't find any trace of the black goats.
If they really did live in the Blue Grassland, and were about to become an ingredient supply for Mamy Restaurant, they should at least have a minimum number. They shouldn't be this hard to find, right?
"System, is there something wrong with your information? Or… you've lost the sheep that you are rearing?" asked Mag inwardly.
"Could the host complete the mission independently," answered the system.
Mag rolled his eyes. "You are a dog if that goat isn't in this Blue Grassland."
The system gravely said, "Could the Host please respect this system. This System isn't a dog system!"
Mag chuckled. "Hehe. I'm praising you for raising your sheep so well. You are a good shepherd dog."
