After the egg spun around in Claire's hand, it returned to Pascal's hand. Jela lay on Pascal's neck, watching the egg in Pascal's hand bouncing, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.
The two adults and one child arrived at the entrance of the cave. After making sure that they would not get caught in the rain, Jela nimbly jumped down from Pascal's shoulders with the clothes containing eggs in her mouth, humming and facing Pascal and the two with her buttocks. Put on a show of ignoring them.
It carefully opened the clothes containing the eggs, and immediately showed a distressed expression! Its eggs! Because of the fierce behavior of these two people, half of the rations it finally found were broken on the way! Think about it, that’s half! If Pascal and Claire hadn't complained that Jela was walking slowly and wouldn't let him carry the egg, he would never have handed the egg into the hands of these two destructive maniacs!
Pascal also saw the scene inside the clothes, but he was obviously more concerned about his stained clothes than the broken eggs.
"It's so dirty." He said, "This is terrible. I didn't bring any spare clothes when I came out."
Jera glared at him fiercely. How long has it been since he was still caring about his clothes? Doesn’t the culprit who broke the egg feel a little guilty? Moreover, his clothes are like this, who is to blame
Claire also obviously noticed Jela's unhappiness. She touched Pascal with her elbow, gave him a warning look, then walked up to Jela, smiled coquettishly and said: "Jara, don't be angry. , We didn’t do it on purpose.” She was usually used to killing prey and just grabbing it with her mouth and dragging it away. How could she have thought that there were so many details about bringing eggs
╭(╯^╰)╮Jera turned her head away silently, and Claire could only see the tip of its nose and half of its face.
Under Claire's prompting, Pascal finally came to his senses and began to join the ranks of persuading (menu) and comfort (knife): "Son, we must learn to be content. You see, at least we brought half of the eggs with us. It’s better to be back than if we can’t bring anything back, right?”
Tic-tac-toe popped up on Jela's head. Why did Pascal's words sound so wrong? Why does it want to beat him so much just by listening to it? Fortunately, he still remembered the difference in force between himself and Pascal and did not take action rashly. Otherwise, I believe Pascal would be happy to take off the disguise of a loving father and let Jela see why the flowers are so red. !
"Okay, don't be angry. Dad will boil some eggs for you." As he said that, a small beam of flame appeared from Pascal's fingertips like magic. He put the egg on it. It didn't take long for the egg to be cooked.
"Here." He handed the egg to his adopted son. He had seen the scene where the adopted son was drooling over the egg just now. He thought he would see his adopted son happy. Who knew, when he turned his head, he only saw the little lion's eyes widening. A pair of eyes showed a frustrated expression, as if someone had bullied him.
Pascal was helpless: "What's the matter? You want to eat eggs. We brought them back to you, but you weren't happy. We cooked the eggs for you, but you weren't happy either. What on earth do you want us to do?" happy?"
"Since you can use your fire to boil eggs, why don't you boil all the eggs and bring them back!" Jela's eyes almost burst into tears. Pascal is really a good knife!
"Yes, it turns out it can still be like this." Pascal scratched the back of his head: "I really didn't think of it for a moment."
This time, Gerald turned his head more resolutely than before. He swore that he would not pay attention to Pascal for three days! Of course, before the 'Cold War Protest', it did not forget to take away the hard-boiled egg in Pascal's hand (--;).
Pascal and his party returned to the cave. When they entered the cave, everyone looked at the loot in their hands. The egg in Jela's hand was okay. Because it was wrapped in clothes, it didn't attract too much attention. The two stunned chickens held in Claire's hand did receive a grand attention ceremony.
"Father, I want to eat meat." A little beast stared at the chicken in Claire's hand with a look of longing.
The young beast walked towards Claire, with a look of unruliness and arrogance on his face: "Can you share some of your chicken with us?" He raised his chin: "Anyway, you guys will eat too. Never finished." Although he was talking to Claire, his eyes were looking at Pascal.
Hearing the familiar voice, Jela raised his head, and then discovered that the shameless person who came to them to ask for meat was actually an acquaintance, the sub-beast teacher who had taught it before, Karen. It really affected my mood, Jela looked away expressionlessly. Because Karen's children were too young to enter school, Jela had not seen it. However, seeing the expression on the little orc's face that was exactly the same as that of his mother's father, Jela felt that he couldn't like this kid, even if it looked really cute.
Karen didn't notice Claire and Jayla's dislike of him. As a sub-beast, he has always been taken care of by the beasts, so he does not feel that there is anything wrong with his behavior. In his opinion, giving food to hungry sub-beasts and small sub-beasts is the proper behavior of an orc. What's more, he knew that there was only one adult male in Pascal's group, and they didn't need that much food at all.
Next to Claire were two sub-beasts who had the same idea as Karen. They looked thin, small, and timid. They were waiting aside and paying attention to this place.
Their intentions are not difficult to guess. As long as Karen succeeds in asking for chicken, they will definitely follow suit and ask for food. After all, if you give it to a hungry person and don’t give it to others, there’s no way you can justify it.
Jela didn't bother to look at these unfriendly guys, so he hid in the corner with a piece of his own eggs in his mouth. This kind of job of driving away other hunters (begging) for food (food) is most suitable for Pascal to do.
Unexpectedly, Karen's child's sharp eyes saw the eggs hidden in the clothes that Jela was holding, and it immediately started chirping. As it screamed, it also pulled Karen's sleeves: "Mum Father, look, there are eggs there! Father, I want to eat the omelette you made, the omelette is delicious!"
Karen looked at Pascal with disapproval. He did not expect that as a male, this outsider would be so stingy. In order not to share the food with them, he would actually select a portion and secretly hide it in advance. Moreover, what he hid was actually an egg! You know, sub-beasts don’t like meat as much as orcs do, but eggs are their favorite food besides vegetables and fruits! This male doesn't seem to know how to take care of the female at all!
At this time, Karen's husband couldn't sit still anymore and jumped out and started to accuse Pascal: "How could you do this? You know that there are so many sub-animals that are still starving, and you got the eggs, but you still want to steal them! You are simply an embarrassment to us males!" This orc had obviously grown up with the education of unconditional love for beasts. He could go hungry himself, but he could never let his wife go hungry!
"Don't you feel embarrassed like this?" Someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and stood up. This is one of the sub-beasts that is willing to go out with the orcs to find prey in winter, Sang. Although Sang is a beast, he is a disciple of the wise man and is deeply influenced by the wise man. He never thinks that the beast should live dependent on the orcs.
Sang looked at Karen and his husband shamelessly: "It was hunted by Pascal and Claire alone. According to the rules of the tribe, they can enjoy it alone without having to hand it over to the tribe. Since it belongs to them Why should they give it to you?" He looked at Karen contemptuously: "Just because you are a beast who can't do anything but give birth to children and can only waste food?"
"Shut up, Sang! Don't meddle in other people's business!" Although Karen respected wise men, he was not polite when speaking to Sang.
"If you can stop embarrassing us beasts, of course I don't want to interfere with your business!" Sang snorted coldly: "Look at your appearance, what's the difference between you and those wandering orcs begging for food? Ah, Of course there is a difference, at least they know that they are asking for help from others and can correct their attitude, unlike you, who obviously want to take advantage of others and are so arrogant and shameless!"
After saying that, Sang stepped aside. He is not a nosy guy who would stand up and scold Karen just because he hates Karen.
"You!" Karen rushed up and wanted to argue with Sang, but was stopped by his husband: "Now, it's more important to get the food first." As he spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Pascal, as if afraid he would run away with the food.
The smile on Pascal's lips gradually faded, and a cold light reflected in his eyes. An extremely low air pressure spread around him, and Karen and his husband felt their scalps numb: "You, what do you want to do? If you attack us here, our tribe will not let it go." Yours!" Karen's husband yelled sternly.
"Don't do anything." Pascal's voice was very gentle, but it seemed as if a violent storm was brewing: "It's just that since you can't understand human speech, I can only let you listen to my fists."
As he spoke, he revealed his golden vertical pupils and sharp fangs. The shadow of a fierce lion jumped in front of Karen's husband in an instant and bit his throat!
"ah!!!"
He let out a scream, and his pupils suddenly contracted. At that moment, he felt that his blood pressure was constantly compressing and would soon burst his blood vessels. The fear of death made him feel as if he had fallen to the bottom of the sea 20,000 miles deep. Facing the cold water and heavy pressure, he could do nothing but slowly rot on the bottom of the sea in despair...
I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a moment, maybe it took several hours, but he finally felt that he was back on the flat bottom.
He was grabbing his collar and gasping for air, with fear still in his eyes that had not faded away.
The instigator, Pascal, was lazy and did not even give him a good look.
"Go away." He said: "Next time, if you still want to grab what belongs to me, you can try."