Why are they so afraid of the ugly duckling? ”

"Maybe they recognize the ugly duckling as their totem, it's quite similar."

Amy and Barbara sat on the low wall of the courtyard, looking at the two orcs who were kneeling on the ground not far away, respectfully bringing the two freshly made grilled fish to the ugly duckling, and then humbly resting 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 do it, but stretched out his two front paws and pressed them lightly on the heads of the two orcs.

The two orcs raised their heads, and with excitement and reverence, they bowed twice to the ugly duckling with their hands folded and bowed twice, and then got up and left happily.

"Meow~"

The ugly duckling waited until the two orcs were completely gone, and then happily lowered his head and ate the grilled fish.

"Hmph, if this guy cheats and drinks here every day, he will definitely become super fat soon, and he won't be able to fly even if he grows wings in the future." Amy looked at the ugly duckling's increasingly rounded back with some disgust and complained.

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

"Oh-" Amy's eyes lit up thoughtfully, "That's a very good idea, anyway, if it grows too big, the oven may not fit in." ”

The ugly duckling, who was eating happily, suddenly stopped moving, and slowly turned his head with a frightened expression.

"Eat, keep eating, eat a little more." Amy smiled innocently.

"Feeding ......"

The ugly duckling's beak opened, and half of the fish in its mouth fell to the ground.

It looked down at the two grilled fish on the plate with some reluctance, and after a while, it still wagged its tail and jumped towards Amy.

"Click-"

However, it jumped just over half the height of the wall, slammed into Amy's feet, and then slowly slipped to the ground against the wall.

"Ugly duckling, do you really have no points in mind about your weight?" Amy looked down at the ugly duckling, a smile in her frustration.

"Ugly ducklings are stupid......" Barbara was already leaning forward and leaning back with laughter, almost falling off the wall.

"Meow~"

The ugly duckling looked up at Amy with some grievances, trying to regain a sense of existence and status for himself by selling cuteness.

"What are you laughing at?" McGonagall heard the laughter and came out of the room, walked over to the wall, gently hugged Amy to prevent her from falling, and asked with a smile.

"Oh, Father, you see, the ugly duckling, this stupid guy, has been cheating and drinking every day since he came here, and now he is getting fatter and fatter." Amy said, pointing to the ugly duckling.

"Did those people bring it food again?" McGonagall glanced at the clay tray on the ground, and was a little surprised.

Since last night, there have been chefs who have specially made delicious food and sent it to the small courtyard, but not for them, but for the ugly duckling.

It is mentioned in the information of the Gray Temple that the Fak tribe believes in the existence of an inscription devouring beast god, which should be some kind of mysterious and powerful feline existence, so the Fak tribe is in awe of all felines.

"I heard them call the ugly duckling the Beast God, is the ugly duckling a cat of that breed?" Barbara asked.

"Do they call the ugly duckling by the Lord Beast God?" McGonagall looked at Barbara in some surprise, this name was not a random name.

"Yes, that's what the two chefs called just now, and after being touched on the head by the ugly duckling, they left super happy." Amy nodded in agreement.

"Elemental Devourer...... Orange Cat ...... Could it be some kind of peculiar coincidence? McGonagall frowned at the ugly duckling, thought for a moment, and turned to walk towards the courtyard gate, "I'll go out, you guys have to be good at home." ”

"What is my father going to do?" Amy looked at McGonagall's back in the distance.

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

McGonagall obtained an image of the worship of the Beast God through Heyman, which is something that every household in the Falk tribe has, and it is not a very unusual object, McGonagall offered to borrow it, but it did not arouse Heyman's suspicions, but when she handed the image to him, she carefully told him about the precautions, and must return it to him in time after viewing.

From these details, McGonagall could see how much importance attached to the enshrined image, and how much they revered the Elemental Beast God they worshipped.

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

In the middle of the square drawing made of animal skin, a giant orange cat with a round body is painted with orange paint, which is the kind of big orange that can collapse the kang, completely giving up body management, as if it has a ball in its belly.

And the most amazing thing is that the orange cat has a pair of white wings on its back, but these wings are a little different from the slender wings of birds, he is more like two fat and round white clouds, only the size of a palm, more like a pair of ornaments inlaid on the back of the orange cat, which looks quite stupid and cute.

If it weren't for the fact that this behemoth orange stared at a pair of bright eyes, as if there was a sea of stars in the eyes, McGonagall thought that this was someone's big orange who had escaped and was reluctantly tied to a pair of small wings.

"This is an orange cat, isn't it?" McGonagall stared at the portrait for a long time, and couldn't help but explode.

He kind of understood why the chefs worshipped the ugly duckling as a god, and if it looked like this, except for the pair of small wings on the back, and a little more rounded, the ugly duckling was deducted from this portrait.

"These wings ......," McGonagall mused, and the ugly duckling also had a pair of symmetrical small white wings on its back, could it be some kind of coincidence?

Although cats have not yet become common pets in ordinary people, he has seen many cats since he came to this world, black cats and white cats occupy the majority, gray cats and raccoon flowers have also been seen, but the orange cat that can be seen everywhere in the past is only their family.

And on weekdays, whoever sees an ugly duckling can't help but take a few more looks, with the expression of a cat of this color in this world.

"Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, an orange cat that can pretend to be a ghost is a good cat." McGonagall closed the portrait with a slight smile on her face.

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