Chapter 15
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I carefully rubbed my nose with a paw as I held back the tears that were about to spill out. Miceter happily bit into what I think was Mozzarella cheese as I tended to myself.
"This is really good!" Miceter exclaimed excitedly. "Quickly, try some, Mister!"
I gingerly took a bite of sausage. My face stung in pain as I chewed. Just how hard did he throw that thing?!
I examined the stall vendor as he tended to a middle aged woman and her child.
Yes, we haven't made our grand escape yet.
Why?
My face is in too much pain for me to carry anything right now.
Besides, I can't help but think it's fishy...
Just how did he figure it out?
I'm sure I wrote in "Every Cold Winter" that Beast Men couldn't be distinguished between wild and civil in their beast form.
Or did he just think that we were normal wild animals and just decided to be nice?
Impossible. If that was the case, he wouldn't have called out and yelled "Catch!" before hitting me in the face.
Huh...
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In the Prosperous Kingdom, Market Square
Patrick watched as the tiny white mouse energetically wolfed down the cheese that was ten times its size. He then shifted his gaze towards the black cat who was draped in sausages. The black cat was a bit too preoccupied with rubbing his nose to enjoy the food. Patrick furrowed his brows in thought.
'How old were they?'
Judging by how the black cat was vulnerable to the slightest pain and the white mouse was heavily unguarded, he assumed that they were children. However, the black cat would probably be the older sibling because although the cat was in pain, he still remained vigilant, unlike the white mouse.
'Maybe I should take them in until their parents are back...' @@
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I carefully rubbed my nose with a paw as I held back the tears that were about to spill out. Miceter happily bit into what I think was Mozzarella cheese as I tended to myself.
"This is really good!" Miceter exclaimed excitedly. "Quickly, try some, Mister!"
I gingerly took a bite of sausage. My face stung in pain as I chewed. Just how hard did he throw that thing?!
I examined the stall vendor as he tended to a middle aged woman and her child.
Yes, we haven't made our grand escape yet.
Why?
My face is in too much pain for me to carry anything right now.
Besides, I can't help but think it's fishy...
Just how did he figure it out?
I'm sure I wrote in "Every Cold Winter" that Beast Men couldn't be distinguished between wild and civil in their beast form.
Or did he just think that we were normal wild animals and just decided to be nice?
Impossible. If that was the case, he wouldn't have called out and yelled "Catch!" before hitting me in the face.
Huh...
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In the Prosperous Kingdom, Market Square
Patrick watched as the tiny white mouse energetically wolfed down the cheese that was ten times its size. He then shifted his gaze towards the black cat who was draped in sausages. The black cat was a bit too preoccupied with rubbing his nose to enjoy the food. Patrick furrowed his brows in thought.
'How old were they?'
Judging by how the black cat was vulnerable to the slightest pain and the white mouse was heavily unguarded, he assumed that they were children. However, the black cat would probably be the older sibling because although the cat was in pain, he still remained vigilant, unlike the white mouse.
'Maybe I should take them in until their parents are back...' @@
@@ I carefully rubbed my nose with a paw as I held back the tears that were about to spill out. Miceter happily bit into what I think was Mozzarella cheese as I tended to myself. "This is really good!" Miceter exclaimed excitedly. "Quickly, try some, Mister!" I gingerly took a bite of sausage. My face stung in pain as I chewed. Just how hard did he throw that thing?! I examined the stall vendor as he tended to a middle aged woman and her child. Yes, we haven't made our grand escape yet. Why? My face is in too much pain for me to carry anything right now. Besides, I can't help but think it's fishy... Just how did he figure it out? I'm sure I wrote in "Every Cold Winter" that Beast Men couldn't be distinguished between wild and civil in their beast form. Or did he just think that we were normal wild animals and just decided to be nice? Impossible. If that was the case, he wouldn't have called out and yelled "Catch!" before hitting me in the face. Huh... Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. *** In the Prosperous Kingdom, Market Square Patrick watched as the tiny white mouse energetically wolfed down the cheese that was ten times its size. He then shifted his gaze towards the black cat who was draped in sausages. The black cat was a bit too preoccupied with rubbing his nose to enjoy the food. Patrick furrowed his brows in thought. 'How old were they?' Judging by how the black cat was vulnerable to the slightest pain and the white mouse was heavily unguarded, he assumed that they were children. However, the black cat would probably be the older sibling because although the cat was in pain, he still remained vigilant, unlike the white mouse. 'Maybe I should take them in until their parents are back...' @@
