Chapter 1558

"Why are they so afraid of the ugly duckling?"

"Maybe they think of the ugly duckling as their totem. It's quite similar."

Amy and Barbara are sitting on the low wall of the courtyard, watching the two orcs kneeling on the ground not far away, respectfully bringing the two newly prepared roast fish to the ugly duckling, then humbly putting their foreheads on the ground, talking strangely.

The ugly duckling looked at the grilled fish on the plate with bright eyes, but he didn't rush to start. Instead, he stretched out his two front paws and gently pressed them on the heads of the two orcs.

The two orcs raised their heads, looked excited and devout, and bowed to the ugly duckling twice. Then they got up and left happily.

"Meow ~"

The ugly duckling waited until the two orcs were gone, and then happily lowered his head to eat the roast fish.

"Hum, if this guy swindles food and drink here every day, he will become super fat soon. Even if he grows wings, he will not be able to fly." Amy make complaints about the ugly duckling's increasingly rounded shadow.

"Do ducks in your mainland have to be able to fly when they grow up? Isn't there a weight limit? For example, ten jin, twenty Jin or something can be put on the table? " Barbara wondered, though she didn't know how ducks on the moon grew up.

"Oh --" Amy's eyes brightened and said thoughtfully, "it's a very good way. Anyway, if it's too big, the oven may not fit in."

The ugly duckling, who was eating happily, suddenly stopped and turned his head slowly with a look of panic.

"Eat, you continue to eat. You should be full." Amy has an innocent smile on her face.

"Feed..."

The ugly duckling opened his mouth and half of the fish fell to the ground.

He looked down at the two grilled fish on the plate. After a while, he still ran to Amy with his tail wagging. On the ground paved with round body and fine stones, he was quite dexterous. When he came to the wall, his soul jumped and planned to jump directly into Amy's arms.

"PATA"

However, the height of its jump was only half the height of the wall. It hit Amy's foot with one face, and then it slipped slowly to the ground against the wall.

"Ugly duckling, don't you really count your weight?" Amy looked down at the ugly duckling with a smile.

"The ugly duckling is too stupid..." Barbara was already smiling and almost fell from the wall.

"Meow ~"

Ugly duckling looks up at Amy, trying to find a sense of existence and status by being cute.

"What are you laughing at?" MEG heard the laughter coming out of the room, went to the fence, put her arms around Amy to prevent her from falling, and asked with a smile.

"Well, father, you see, the ugly duckling is a fool. He has been eating and drinking every day since he came here. Now he is getting fatter and fatter." Amy said, pointing to the ugly duckling.

"Did those people send food to him again?" MEG took a look at the earthenware plate on the ground, which was also a little surprised.

Since last night, some cooks have made delicious food and sent it to the courtyard. However, it is not for them, but for the ugly duckling.

It is mentioned in the information of the grey temple that the FAK tribe believes in the existence of an animal God with inscriptions, which should be a mysterious and powerful feline existence. Therefore, the FAK tribe has a reverence for all felines.

"I heard them call the ugly duckling the God of biting yuan. Is the ugly duckling the cat of that breed?" Barbara asked.

"Do they call the ugly duckling by the God of swallowing yuan?" McGonagall looked at Barbara in surprise. It was not a random name.

"Yes, that's what the two chefs just called them. After being touched by the ugly duckling, they left happily." Amy nodded to confirm.

"Is it some strange coincidence that Yuan eater... Orange cat..." McGonagall frowned at the duckling, thought a little, turned and walked toward the gate, "I'll go out, you should be good at home."

"What is your father going to do?" Amy looks at McGonagall's back.

"Maybe there's something to do." Barbara shrugged, not very interested.

MEG got an image of the God of the goblin through Hyman. It's something that every family in the FAK tribe has placed. It's not very unusual. MEG asked to borrow it, but he didn't doubt it. He just told him what to pay attention to when he handed the image to him, and he must return it to him in time after watching it.

From these details, MEG can see that Hyman attaches great importance to this image, and how he respects the God of meta phage they worship.

MEG returned to the courtyard and opened the image in the room.

In the middle of the founder drawing made of animal skin, a huge orange cat with round body is painted with orange pigment, which is the kind of big orange that can collapse the Kang. It completely gives up the body management and seems to have a ball in its stomach.

The most amazing thing is that the orange cat has a pair of white wings on its back, but the wings are different from the slender wings of birds. It is more like two plump white clouds, only the size of a palm. It is more like a pair of ornaments embedded in the back of the orange cat, which looks rather silly and cute.

If it wasn't for the big orange with bright eyes and the sea of stars in his eyes, McGonagall thought that it was the big orange who ran out and was reluctantly tied with a pair of small wings.

"Is it an orange cat that he mews?" McGonagall stared at the picture for a long time, but couldn't help saying something rude.

He can understand why the chefs treat the ugly duckling like a God. If it looks like this, apart from the little wings on the back, and a little more mellow, the ugly duckling is pulled from the picture.

"The wings..." McGonagall pondered. There are a pair of symmetrical white wings on the back of the ugly duckling. Is it a coincidence?

Although the cat has not become a common pet of ordinary people, he has seen many cats since he came to this world. Black cats and white cats are the majority, and gray cats and civet flowers have also been seen. But in the past, the only orange cat that can be seen everywhere is his family.

And on weekdays, anyone who sees an ugly duckling can't help but look at it more, with the expression of a cat of this color in the world.

"Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, an orange cat who can play tricks is a good cat." MEG closed the picture with a smile on his face.