The little white tiger gently closed his two palms in mid-air and caught Zeus who fell.

As soon as he fell back to the ground, the little white tiger put him down, and then rushed to the front with an arrow: "Mom, what are you going to do?"

"Stay here, don't move!" said the White Tiger Mother, who slammed her body into the carriage again, with a loud "bang", making people feel that the metal walls were about to shatter.

"I won't let you save them!" cried the little white tiger, biting his mother's tail.

"Have you forgotten Heidi?" said Mother Tiger, shaking her head and screaming. The little white tiger suddenly let go, and his mother gave him a meaningful look, and then prepared to bump into it for the third time.

"You can't knock it open!" Zeus shouted with his mouth wide open, "Even if you break all the bones in your body, you won't be able to break it!" He pointed a finger at the inner wall of the carriage, and at the same time stomped his foot vigorously: "It's not the first time I've seen this kind of carriage, I know how tight and strong it is, otherwise the general wouldn't use it to hold you!"

"Can you help me?" the mother white tiger pounced on, pressed her head to the ground, and looked at the little mouse as if pleading.

Her hot gasp spewed on Zeus, and suddenly made him want to cry—for he suddenly remembered something—so he sniffled, and then he raised his little chest high, and said very solemnly, "It should be an honor for me to be a mouse, to have the trust of a tiger, and to be able to get it twice a day!"

In the next second, the little mouse Zeus was in the vent—the lion's head with its mouth wide open—and he stood there, clearing his throat. At the same time, he was trying his best to avoid his gaze, not wanting to see what was happening in the arena.

Then, I heard him shout, "Dura, where are you?" and waited for a moment, but there was no response. Zeus's heart suddenly cooled down: "Wouldn't she? she just left me and flew away alone?"

He grabbed the two fangs on the lion's mouth with his claws, and leaned his little body outward, tilting his head to the sky. After about a few more seconds, he suddenly saw a string of shining white dots fly out of the golden sun, and in an instant they turned into dozens of pigeons in a row, all of them flapping their wings and flying straight towards the golden carriage.

Flying at the front was none other than the beautiful Dura with a pair of bright red eyes.

"Haha, our pigeon lady is really good, all the pigeons on the side of the temple of Claudius have been greeted by you, right?" Zeus shouted in joy, letting go of a little hand that was grasping a lion's tooth, and swayed vigorously at the "gospel".

"Unfortunately, most of the pigeons flew to the Arc de Triomphe. The rest of the older ones don't bother to move!" Dura said with a smile, and the first one flew over and bit the bolt on the carriage.

"Haha, see, our Roman pigeons are extraordinarily knowledgeable!" As soon as he was halfway through his sentence, Zeus remembered his own important events of the day: "What about the emperor? There are no pigeons flying back, so I will send you a message, so that you can know where the emperor has gone?"

"He's almost there," said the second pigeon, who landed on the bolt, did not look very young, and the two locks of long hair on his eyes drooped a little. "We've seen him a long time ago - ah, it's just a hairy boy, and his bearing and demeanor can't be compared to his father!"

"Have you seen the Emperor?" Zeus couldn't help but be in awe of the old pigeon.

"Are you scolding me for not dying?" replied the old pigeon very unhappily, "My grandfather was very unfortunate that he roasted and ate my father just after giving birth, but my father had not yet hatched out of the egg!"

"Phew, what a mess!" said Zeus, spitting in disappointment, and ignored the pigeon, who was probably suffering from Alzheimer's. He pointed behind him and said to Dura, "I will do what I say, help you get the golden flakes back—oh, to be precise, it should be the Tiger King, that is, Meng'er's mother, the 'divine beast' that kills people without blinking, and respectfully handed it back to me!"

Hearing this, the little white tiger gritted its teeth again, and Zeus weakened as soon as he heard this ominous movement coming from behind him. His two small shoulders, which were still raised high, unconsciously fell, and even the two soft mustaches on his mouth drooped down:

"Ah, I—I mean—the 'Divine Beast' lady—ah, His Majesty the Tiger King—and, of course, the most amiable and lovely mother of our Meng'er, she is so thoughtful, so meticulous, and so intimate, you don't know how well she keeps that thin piece of gold, that is, your heart and soul treasure!"

-- End of Volume 1 --