Why are they so afraid of Ugly Duckling? "
"Perhaps they've mistaken Ugly Duckling for their totem. They do look quite similar."
Amy and Babla sat on the low wall in the courtyard, looking at two orcs who were kneeling on the ground and respectfully placing two freshly cooked grilled fish in front of Ugly Duckling before humbly pressing their foreheads against the ground. They were conversing with each other with peculiar expressions on their faces.
Ugly Duckling looked at the grilled fish on the plate with glowing eyes, but it wasn't in a hurry to dig in. Instead, it reached out with its front paws and gently pressed them against the heads of the two orcs.
The two orcs raised their heads, and put their palms together before bowing to Ugly Duckling twice with excitement and devotion on their faces. Only then did they get up and leave happily.
"Meow ~"
Ugly Duckling waited until the two orcs had completely disappeared into the distance before it happily lowered its head to eat the grilled fish.
"Hmph, if this guy keeps eating here every day, it's going to become super fat in no time. Even if it grows wings, it won't be able to fly," Amy grumbled with disdain as she looked at Ugly Duckling's increasingly chubby back.
"Do ducks on the continent have to be able to fly when they grow up? Is there no upper limit to their weight? For example, 10 kilograms, 20 kilograms, and so on? "Barbara was a little perplexed, even though she didn't know how the ducks on the moon grew up.
"Oh …" Amy's eyes lit up with a thoughtful expression as she said, "That's a very good idea. In any case, if they grow too big, they won't be able to fit in the oven."
Ugly Duckling, which was happily eating, suddenly stopped and slowly turned its head with a horrified expression.
"Keep eating. You have to eat until you're full," Amy said with an innocent smile.
"Mmm …"
Ugly Duckling opened its mouth, and half of the fish in its mouth fell to the ground.
It looked down at the two grilled fish on the plate with a reluctant expression, and hesitated for a while before skipping toward Amy with its tail wagging. Its chubby body appeared to be quite nimble on the fine stone floor, and it made its way to the wall with the intention of jumping directly into Amy's arms.
"Pata —"
However, its leap was only half the height of the wall, and it slammed into Amy's feet, then slowly slid to the ground against the wall.
"Ugly Duckling, don't you know how heavy you are?" Amy looked down at Ugly Duckling with a resigned smile.
"Ugly Duckling is so stupid …" Barbara was already convulsing with laughter, and almost fell off the wall.
"Meow!"
Ugly Duckling looked up at Amy with an aggrieved expression, trying to regain some sense of existence and status by acting cute.
"What are you laughing at?" Meg came out of the room when he heard the laughter. He walked over to the wall and gently hugged Amy to prevent her from falling.
Amy pointed at Ugly Duckling, and said, "Look, Father. That idiot Ugly Duckling is getting fatter and fatter. It's been eating and drinking for free ever since it came here.
"Did those people send it food again?" Meg glanced at the ceramic plate on the ground, and was also a little surprised.
Since last night, chefs had been sending delicious food to the small courtyard one after another. However, it wasn't for them, but for Ugly Duckling.
The Gray Temple's intelligence had mentioned that the Falk Tribe worshipped an existence called the Flerken Beast God, which should be some kind of mysterious and powerful feline existence. Therefore, the Falk Tribe was in awe of all felines.
"I heard them call Ugly Duckling Lord Flerken Beast God. Is Ugly Duckling that breed of cat?" Barbara asked.
"They called Ugly Duckling Lord Flerken Beast God?" Meg looked at Barbara with surprise. That name wasn't given casually.
"Yes, that's what the two chefs called it just now. Also, they left very happily after Ugly Duckling patted their heads." Amy nodded in support.
Flerken Beast … Orange cat … Could it be some kind of strange coincidence? Meg looked at Ugly Duckling with a frown. He thought for a while, and turned to walk toward the courtyard door. "I'm going out for a while. Be good at home."
"What is Father going to do?" Amy looked at Meg's back view as he walked away.
"Maybe he has something to do." Barbara shrugged. She wasn't very interested.
Meg got a picture of the Flerken Beast God through Heyman. It was something that every household in the Falk Tribe had, and it wasn't a very rare object. Meg didn't arouse Heyman's suspicion when he asked to borrow it. He only reminded him in detail about the things to take note of when he passed the picture to him, and that he had to return it to him as soon as he was done looking at it.
From these details, Meg could see how much importance Heyman attached to this picture, and how much respect he had for the Flerken Beast God that they worshipped.
Meg returned to the small courtyard, and opened the picture in his room.
In the middle of the square drawing made of animal skin, there was a giant orange cat with a round body drawn with orange paint. It was the kind of orange that could crush a brick bed. It had completely given up on maintaining its figure, and its stomach looked as though it had a ball in it.
The most surprising thing was that there was a pair of white wings on the back of this orange cat. However, these wings were a little different from the long and slender wings of birds. They were more like two fat and round white clouds that were only the size of a palm. They were more like a pair of ornaments that were mounted on the back of the orange cat. They looked rather silly and adorable.
If it wasn't for this huge orange cat's bright and piercing eyes that seemed to contain the sea of stars, Meg would have thought that it was someone's orange cat that had run out with a pair of small wings attached to it unwillingly.
"This is a f * cking orange cat, right?" Meg couldn't help but swear after staring at the picture for a long time.
He finally understood why those chefs worshipped Ugly Duckling like a god. From the looks of it, apart from the pair of small wings on its back and the fact that it was slightly rounder, Ugly Duckling was taken from this picture.
"These wings …" Meg murmured. There was also a pair of symmetrical small white wings on Ugly Duckling's back. Could it be some kind of coincidence?
Although cats hadn't become a common pet for ordinary people yet, he had seen many cats after coming to this world. Black and white cats were the majority, and he had also seen gray cats and dragon-li cats. However, there was only one orange cat in his house that could be seen everywhere.
Furthermore, anyone who saw Ugly Duckling usually couldn't help but take a few more glances at it, as if there was a cat of this color in this world.
"No matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, an orange cat that can act mysterious is a good cat." Meg closed the picture, and a smile appeared on his face.
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