The next moment, a dark shadow shot through the air like lightning, arriving in an instant!
Sharp claws clutched tightly at his arm, appearing fiercely dangerous, yet they didn't pierce through his clothing at all.
This hawk stood four to five meters tall, its immense wings enveloping the entire body of the Duke of Silver, and when it landed, the arm that supported it sank slightly under its weight.
And the hawk itself seemed to struggle to maintain its balance, its wings wobbling, probably trying to minimize its own weight.
"If you can't stand comfortably, don't. Stand to the side."
The Duke of Silver remarked helplessly.
"Caw caw~"
The hawk crooned discontentedly, its voice carrying a hint of grievance and coquettishness.
But it managed to stabilize itself despite the struggle.
The Duke of Silver then inquired indifferently, "What's the situation?"
"Caw~ Caw~ Caw~"
