Why are they so afraid of the ugly duckling? "
"Maybe they think the ugly duckling is their totem, it's quite similar."
Amy and Barbara sat on the low wall of the small courtyard, watching two people kneeling on the ground not far away. They respectfully brought two freshly cooked grilled fish to the ugly duckling, and then humbly put their foreheads on it. The orcs on the ground were having a strange conversation.
The ugly duckling looked at the grilled fish on the plate with bright eyes, but he did not rush to do it. Instead, he stretched out his two front paws and pressed lightly on the heads of the two orcs. one time.
The two orcs raised their heads, with excited and pious expressions, and bowed twice to the ugly duckling with their hands clasped together, and then they stood up and left happily.
"Meow~"
The ugly duckling waited until the two orcs were completely gone, then happily lowered his head and ate the grilled fish.
"Hmph, if this guy cheats on food and drink here every day, he will definitely become super fat very soon. Even if he grows wings in the future, he won't be able to fly." Amy looked at the ugly duckling's increasingly rounded back with some disgust and complained. road.
"Do the ducks on your mainland have to be able to fly when they grow up? Isn't there an upper limit for weight? For example, if it's ten kilograms or twenty kilograms, it can be put on the market and served on the table?" Barbara asked a little confused, although she didn't know. How does the duck on the moon grow up?
"Oh -" Amy's eyes lit up and she said thoughtfully: "This is a very good idea. Anyway, if it grows too big, the oven may not fit in."
The ugly duckling who was eating happily suddenly stopped and slowly turned his head with a frightened expression.
"Eat, keep eating, be full." Amy said with an innocent smile.
"feed……"
The ugly duckling opened its mouth, and half of the fish in its mouth fell to the ground.
It looked down at the two grilled fishes on the plate with some reluctance. After struggling for a while, it still waggled its tail and ran towards Amy. Its round body looked quite impressive on the ground paved with fine stones. With dexterity, he came to the wall and jumped with his soul, intending to jump directly into Amy's arms.
"Crack-"
However, the height of its jump was only a little more than half of the height of the wall, and it hit Amy's feet with its face, and then slowly slid to the ground against the wall.
"Ugly duckling, do you really have no idea about your weight?" Amy looked down at the ugly duckling, with a hint of smile in her helplessness.
"The ugly duckling is too stupid..." Barbara on the side was already laughing so hard that she almost fell off the wall.
"Meow~"
The ugly duckling looked up at Amy aggrievedly, trying to regain some sense of existence and status for himself by acting cute.
"What are you laughing at?" Mag came out of the room after hearing the laughter, walked to the wall, gently hugged Amy to prevent her from falling, and asked with a smile.
"Here, father, look, this idiot, the ugly duckling, came here to eat and drink every day, and now he is getting fatter and fatter." Amy pointed at the ugly duckling and said.
"Did those people bring it special food again?" Mag glanced at the pottery plate on the ground and was a little surprised.
Since last night, chefs have been making delicious dishes one after another and bringing them to the small courtyard, but they are not for them, but for the ugly duckling.
It is mentioned in the information from the Gray Temple that the Falk Tribe believes in the existence of an inscribed element-eating beast god, which should be some kind of mysterious and powerful feline existence. Therefore, the Falk Tribe is in awe of all cats. Heart.
"I heard they call the ugly duckling the Yuan-devouring Beast God. Is the ugly duckling that type of cat?" Barbara asked.
"Are they calling the ugly duckling Lord the Beast God?" Mag looked at Barbara in surprise. This name was not given casually.
"Yes, that's what the two chefs called just now, and after being touched by the ugly duckling on the head, they left very happily." Amy nodded to confirm.
"The element-devouring beast...the orange cat...could it be some kind of strange coincidence?" Mag frowned and looked at the ugly duckling. After thinking for a moment, he turned and walked towards the courtyard door, "I'm going out. You guys should be good at home."
"What are you going to do, father?" Amy looked at Mag's retreating back.
"Maybe there is something to do." Barbara shrugged, not very interested.
Through Heiman, Mag obtained an image of an offering to the element-devouring beast god. This was something that was placed in every household in the Fake tribe. It was not a very unusual object. Mag offered to borrow it, but it did not cause any confusion. Man's suspicion was due to his careful instructions when handing the image to him, and that it must be returned to him promptly after viewing it.
From these details, Mag can see how much Heyman attaches importance to this enshrined image, and how much respect he has for the element-devouring beast god they enshrine.
Mag returned to the courtyard and opened the image in the room.
In the middle of the square drawing made of animal skin, a giant orange cat with a round body is painted with orange paint. It is the kind of big orange that can collapse the kang. It has completely given up on body management and seems to have a ball in its belly. generally.
The most surprising thing is that this orange cat actually has a pair of white wings on its back, but these wings are somewhat different from the slender wings of birds. They are more like two fat and round white clouds. Only The size of a palm is more like a pair of decorations set on the back of the orange cat. It looks quite silly and cute.
If it weren't for this giant orange staring with a pair of piercing eyes, and there seemed to be a sea of stars in his eyes, Mag felt that this was someone's big orange who ran out, and a pair of them were reluctantly tied to his body. Little wings.
"This is an orange cat he's meowing, right?" Mag stared at the portrait for a long time and couldn't help but curse.
He finally understood why those chefs worshiped the ugly duckling as a god. Looking at it this way, except for the pair of small wings on the back and being slightly rounder, the ugly duckling was taken from this portrait.
"These wings..." Mag pondered. The ugly duckling also had a pair of symmetrical white wings on its back. Could it be some kind of coincidence?
Although cats have not yet become common pets for ordinary people, he has seen many cats since he came to this world. Black cats and white cats account for the majority, and he has also seen gray cats and civet cats. However, in the past, there were only orange cats that could be seen everywhere. This is theirs.
And usually anyone who sees the ugly duckling can't help but look at it a few more times, as if there is a cat of this color in this world.
"Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, an orange cat that can play tricks is a good cat." Mag closed the portrait with a slight smile on his face.
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