brother wolf

It stood up, raised its head to smell the intruder, and looked at me with some hesitation.

I don't know if it can recognize me. When we parted, it was still drinking milk in the arms of a lioness. Now, it has grown into a very majestic adult lion, which is about the same size as a golden retriever— — It is like its father.

Back then, the lion cub loved to be coquettish and ran amok. He always did things that worried the lioness, for example, he dared to provoke wild dogs at a young age, and in the end he could only jump on a tree and wait for the lioness to rescue him.

It used to be very close to me, and was used by its father as a tool to get close to me, and it was brought in front of me.It likes to crawl all over me.

I watched it motionless. Male lions usually have a very strong sense of territory. I wondered if it would rush to attack me.

It walked a few steps, roared like a warning, turned and left, and walked into the nearby bushes.

At this moment, I hated my too sharp eyesight.

I saw clearly that its sharp teeth were flattened and its sharp claws were pulled out.

In order to be able to raise it safely in captivity, those humans removed the weapons it relied on for survival.

How sad this is.

But I can't blame it for not knowing how to resist under this humiliation. It was so young when it was caught, like a human baby thrown among wolves, and it will eventually become a "wolf child" who is half human and half wolf.

I hope that the little golden retriever can forget about me as a stray intruder, and don't think of those memories when he was a cub. In this way, it will live a happier life.

I no longer have the slightest interest in this "Bacchanalia".

I turned around and ran back and forth.

When I got back to the villa, the banquet was in full swing.

The guests lay on couches or benches decorated with gold ivory, leaning on soft pillows decorated with tassels, and were served by slaves kneeling on both sides to eat. The only thing they were doing was moving their mouths and talking loudly.

Orlet I clapped his hands, and the whole lively hall immediately fell silent, "My friends, let's have something exciting to accompany our meal."

The surrounding guests echoed his proposal loudly.

Who would not agree to the emperor's proposal?

Orret I whispered a word to the attendant next to him, and the attendant took the order and left.

After a while, by the fountain in the center of the hall, the small table was covered by a purple curtain, and you could hear people running behind and the roar of beasts.

They are preparing for a performance.

The guests were curiously waiting for the answer to be revealed.

This kind of appetizing behavior always had an effect, and some guests even let go of the beautiful female slave in their arms, and concentrated on looking at the table.

I was restless lying next to the boss and the golden retriever.

Weeping in a low voice, he bit the boss's calf. He looked at me in surprise, and stretched out his hand to touch my head, probably thinking that I felt the same boredom and anxiety.

The golden retriever drank the wine glass by glass, muttering while drinking, "I still prefer Rodai's corn wine."

Rodai was the pretty tavern proprietress in Morse City.

There was an exclamation from there.

The curtain was slowly pulled back, and it seemed that the performance was very satisfying.

When I saw the three creatures on the small table, I stood up with a jerk, dumbfounded, and immediately turned my head nervously, looking at the golden retriever holding the wine glass.

He shook the wine glass lightly, and when he saw the performance on the stage, he immediately froze.

On the stage, the little golden retriever was doing thumping movements under the teasing or provocative movements of two sexy female slaves dressed as gladiators in scantily clad clothes.

Judging from the proficiency of their cooperation, this is certainly not the first performance.

The little golden retriever responds perfunctorily to the movements of the female gladiators. It is not so much a simulated gladiator performance, but a curiosity-seeking erotic show to satisfy some people's obscene interests.

"Pa" the gold cup in Jin Mao's hand fell to the ground, and rolled to the side of the small platform.

This caught the little golden retriever's attention. It turned its head and shifted its attention from the animal trainer and female gladiator beside it to the golden retriever.

One man and one beast, with golden eyes facing golden brown eyes, looking at each other across the air.

The golden hair's eyes seemed to bleed, and the hard golden stubble stood on end, and he was full of violent aura.

I've never seen a golden retriever look like this.

That was extreme anger.

Under his gaze, the little golden retriever began to tremble. It didn't understand why this familiar human could emit such a frightening breath, but this breath brought back memories that it was about to forget.

——The grassland where it was born, it used to be the future king of the grassland, proud and mighty.

The animal trainers next to it became anxious because it suddenly stopped performing. If the performance failed, they would definitely be severely punished, and even lost their lives under the wrath of the moody King Orret I.

They waved their whips.

The whip rubbed against the air, making a "cracking" sound.

The sound woke up the little golden retriever. It raised its head and looked at the two animal trainers.

For some reason, this calm look suddenly frightened the two animal trainers who were already familiar with it. The whip that was about to be swung was awkwardly held in mid-air. The experience of the animal trainers told them that just that day In a short period of time, something happened, which made the always docile lion become uncontrollable.

They are in a dilemma.

Facing a lion with its sharp teeth pulled out and an emperor raising a butcher's knife, they quickly made a decision.

The little golden retriever looked at the golden retriever, raised his head and roared so loudly that even the ceiling was shaken by it.

It jumped off the stage and crazily rushed towards Orret I who was sitting in the very center.

Seeing the aggressive little golden retriever rushing towards him with vicious eyes, Orret I could only scream crazily, his plump body couldn't even do the instinctive reaction to dodge.

The people around dodged one after another, shouting "Save the emperor quickly", "Guard, guard, where are you?", and there was a lot of noise around.

The soldiers guarding all around rushed into the hall with weapons and came to escort them.

I sadly watched the little golden retriever committing suicide, fighting for pride and dignity.

A figure swiftly flashed past several guests blocking the way, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, and ruthlessly pounced on the suddenly maddened lion.

It's a golden retriever.

Orret I cowered behind a slave.

I saw the golden retriever standing in front of the little golden retriever.

He raised the sword in his hand high.

Stab the little golden retriever's spine without hesitation.

The little golden retriever fell to the ground with a bang, its head tilted sideways, bright red blood gurgling.

I saw Jin Mao's hand holding the sword hilt was soaked in blood and trembling slightly.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the long mane of the little golden fur.

The little golden retriever looked at him quietly with golden brown eyes, stuck out his tongue, licked his hand, and tilted his head.

It's dead.

I seem to have heard that poem belonging to the grassland again:

The wilderness utters a deep call

her people

prick up your ears and listen

Smell the breath of danger and freedom in the wind

That's a call to arms

lion roaring

Hyena laughing "Eep-Eep-Eep"

Dusk comes

cubs chasing and playing

this is not heaven

The wildness flowing in the blood is telling

this is our hometown

This is the work done by my elder brother when he was studying in St. Roch City. For some reason, I remember such a rough and childish poem so deeply.

Seeing that there was no danger, Orret I jumped out with a bad breath, scolding the animal trainers and the weak guards.

He asked people to get the little golden retriever's body out quickly.

I quietly followed behind them and saw them carrying the little golden retriever to the backyard. The huge body of the "big man" was standing not far away. It smelled blood and shook its nose anxiously.

It saw the group of people.

There was a huge shock, those people looked at the menacing elephant, a little afraid that these usually docile animals would go crazy like this lion, so they quickly dropped the little golden retriever in their hands and drove away.

The "big man" touched me with his nose and let out a high-pitched elephant cry, "Oh——"

He rolled up the little golden retriever's body and walked slowly towards the garden.

I followed it to the false grassland, and a young elephant came out of the bushes.

It ran to the "big man", stomped on the ground frantically, and the ground vibrated rumblingly. This kind of vibration with a special frequency let me know that it was mourning for the little golden retriever.

The "big man" put the little golden retriever on the ground, the "big man" dug the soil with his long ivory, and the "little man" rolled up the soil with his nose and threw it at the little golden retriever.

After a while, the little golden retriever was buried by soil, stones, branches and dead grass.

The "big man" yelled "Oh-oh-oh-oh" while shaking his nose.The two of them stepped on this mound, and after a while, the original mound became a solid "grave".

The "big man" and "little man" went around the grave a few times and said their final goodbyes to the little golden retriever. They were holding an elephant burial for the little golden retriever.

Elephants on the grasslands not only bury the corpses of their companions, but also the corpses of other animals.

According to legend, elephant burial will allow the buried animals to rest forever.

I bit a daisy and put it in the burial place of the little golden retriever that had been trampled to the ground.

Then, rubbing the "big man" and "little man", they responded to me with their noses.

The golden retriever and the boss will rescue you, I said silently in my heart.

After that, I turned around and left here.

The chaos over there has been sorted out, the interrupted banquet hastily ended in each other's absent-mindedness, and the guests are leaving the "Dionysus Paradise" one after another to return to Saint Rocco.

We sat in the carriage, and he sat in the corner with his head sullen and silent, with blood on his hands.

I walked over and slowly licked off the blood. He remained motionless, and his face, which had always been so arrogant and wild and full of changes, now had a blank expression.

I don't know how to comfort him.

There is no consolation in such things, and no consolation is needed.

We are all sad and angry at our own powerlessness.

This feeling can only appear when facing a force far stronger than oneself.

The golden retriever moved, lowered his head, and buried it on my neck. After a while, he looked up at me and said in a calm and cruel voice, "I have to kill all those people."