Chapter 79： Son of nature

"……Meow?"

Feixu tilted his head and looked at the horsemen with a dumbfounded look.

What stupid things are these guys talking about?

He understood the word "son of nature" but didn't understand its meaning, but if he only understood it literally, he should be "son of cats" or "son of Minerva", right? What is "nature"? Is there another creature with this name?

"Meow~meow~" (I am not called the son of nature, my name is Feishu.)

Feish, who felt that the other party might have mistaken the cat, explained it.

But these horsemen didn't seem to understand Feish's meow words, and they still said to themselves: "The Forbidden Forest is still too dangerous for you now, Son of Nature, let us **** you out. "

"I am not a child of nature, my name is Feixu Miao!"? (●ΦωΦ●)?

Feish turned into a human and protested loudly to the horseman in front of him.

The black-haired horseman with a beard was stunned, then smiled and nodded, "Well, Fisch, my name is Bain, as you can see, I am a horseman."

"Horseman?" Feishe blinked, and curiously stretched out his hand to poke Bain's body, "So, you are not a man who turned from a horse?"

"Yes, we are born with this face, not humans, nor horses."

Baine nodded, not caring about Feish's offense at all, but patiently explained it.

"Although the Ministry of Magic of human wizards once classified us as'human', we don't want to share the identity of'human' with the creatures of vampires and dominatrix. We would rather be regarded as'beasts'..."

"Also, horses don't need humans to define it. The division of the Ministry of Magic is a joke to us."

When Bain said this, there was a disdainful expression on his face.

"Hmm... I don't understand Meow," Feish shook his head, completely disinterested in Bain's tirade, "I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

First played hide-and-seek with Hagrid for a while, and then ran wild with the eight-eyed giant spider. Feish’s breakfast had been digested a long time ago, and what he usually eats for horsemen, half-human and half-beast creatures. , Also very interested.

"I can exchange snacks for you guys."

Fisch took out his magic pocket, grabbed a handful of candies and held it in front of Baine.

"It is an honor for us to invite the Son of Nature to be a guest in the tribe."

Bain reached out to take the candy in Feish's hand, put it into the cloth bag around his waist, and then bowed to Feish with one hand on his chest.

"Everyone says I am not the son of nature, meow!"? (●Φ△Φ●)?

Bain smiled and did not argue with Fisch, but instead answered the question: "Jupiter must be very bright tonight."

"Meow?"

The cat-faced Feish didn't know what Bain was doing suddenly mentioning Jupiter.

And Bain didn't explain. He bent his front legs, bent down, and greeted Feishu: "Come on with my back and I'll drive you over. It's faster."

"Good meow!"

Fisch immediately forgot about Jupiter and turned on Bain's horseback.

He sat firmly on Bain's back, and other horsemen approached him.

A horseman with reddish brown hair first nodded slightly to Feishu and introduced himself, "Hello, of course...oh no, Feishe, this is Margaret."

"Hello Meow."

Fisch responded politely.

Marguerite nodded again, and then joked to Bain, "Huh? "The horseman who allows humans to sit on his back is no different from a mule." Who said that? Bain? ?"

"The children of nature are different! Can the children of nature be regarded as ordinary humans?"

Baine blushed and retorted loudly.

Seeing his arguing appearance, the other horsemen burst into laughter. In addition to laughing at Bain's hard mouth, the horsemen also had a cautious thought, that is, if Bain's face is not enough, he will not give up. Then they can volunteer to go up.

But it's a pity that this kind of trick doesn't make Baine do stupid things. After rebutting a few words, he stopped talking and started to rush on the road with a dull head.

As for Fisch, he didn't bother to correct the question about the Son of Nature. Even the horses mistaken him for a human, he didn't want to explain. Anyway, these half-man and half-horse guys can't listen to them, just ignore them.

Fisch, ignoring the conversation between the horsemen, turned his head around curiously, and from time to time he reached out and fiddled with Bain’s longbow, even turned around, rode Baine upside down, and then pulled his tail. .

The horses are very fast, even if they only use normal walking speed, they will soon come to their tribe.

"Primitive Meow?"

Fisch turned over from Bain, looked at the crude "houses" and the fires built out of stones, and suddenly thought of the introduction of primitive people he had seen on TV...

Although he didn't quite understand what kind of humans primitives were, in Fisch's understanding, it was probably similar to the difference between wild cats and domestic cats.

The horses, whom Fisch called primitive people, were not angry. Margaret nodded and agreed: "That's not wrong. The humans of thousands of years ago did not live up to ours in terms of lifestyle. Too big a difference."

"Although our lifestyle is a bit rudimentary, the food is still very good," Bain seemed to be worried that Fisch would dislike him, and quickly added: "We are very good at finding high-quality ingredients and first-class spices in the woods. We Occasionally, the spices collected will be exchanged with humans for some supplies."

In fact, Bain’s worries are superfluous. Fisch was affected by becoming a druid, and he did not reject this close-to-nature lifestyle. Moreover, before he was adopted by Professor McGonagall, his residence was comparable to that of the horses. Much simpler.

So he didn't pay attention to listening to what Bain was talking about. He had already squatted by a fire, staring at the clay pot on which the food was being stewed. (●?﹃?●)

"give."

The female horseman in charge of the stew scooped a bowl of fragrant thick soup and handed it to Fisch.

"Thank Meow!"

Fisch took the bowl happily, put it carefully to his mouth and blew it vigorously.

Cat’s tongue is very sensitive, but it can’t eat too hot food.

"Are you the son of nature? My name is Palomino, and I am glad to meet you."

"My name is Mills, and the breath on your body is so comfortable. No wonder the stars say you are the son of nature."

"And me! My name is Brandwaden!"

While Feishu was drinking the delicious soup "huhuhaha", a young horseman leaned in curiously and said babbledly around Feishu.

"HelloFish put down the pottery bowl in his hand and spit out his slightly scalded tongue. "But I am not a child of nature. My name is Phish, Phish McGonagall. "

"But... my father told me last night that according to the astrological signs, the Son of Nature came to our tribe as a guest today."

"Yes! Yes! Uncle Firenze told me the same way, so everyone took out all the precious spices to stew."

The pony people have not developed the stinky half-talking habit that is peculiar to fortune-tellers. They shook the results of the adult horses' divination with one word and one word.

"I don't know what astrology Meow! My name is Feishu, not a son of nature! I will be angry if I call me son of nature!"? (●ΦДΦ●)?

Feixu protested angrily, and then ignored these pony people. After losing his little tongue for a rejuvenation, he held up the soup bowl and continued to carefully taste the thick soup made by the horses.

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