Little Priest's Cat Diary

It was already bright, and the sun was shining on the earth.

The gentle breeze brought the moist breath of the distant ocean, and the green leaves of the palm trees swayed gently in the wind.

Under the dense green shade, a woman was lying on a wide chair, slightly sideways.

The chaise longue was cedar, polished to a smooth finish, gleaming in the sun, and covered with soft cushions.

Slightly curly long blond hair fell from her fair and round shoulders like waves and scattered on the snow-white cushion.

She rested one hand lazily in front of her body, reflecting the sun, her hand was like suet jade, only her nails were a little pink, like a newly bloomed flower bud.

Just take a look, and the pink cardamom on the fingertips will fall silently on the heart.

Two maids stood on both sides behind the reclining chair, each holding a delicate feather fan made of green peacock feathers and golden silk thread.

They held large lupines as tall as a person, and waved them up and down with very light movements, sending a refreshing breeze towards the direction of the lounge chairs.

A tall and burly man was sitting on a recliner, holding her in one hand, and feeding the juicy grapes that he peeled by himself with the other to her mouth.

He watched the woman's bright red lips slightly open, swallowing the fresh grapes dripping with juice, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The man's appearance was originally tough, with deep and resolute outlines. The experience of leading troops on the battlefield all the year round made him look quite rough, and it also added a bit of iron and blood to him.

Even if he just stood silently, he gave people a sense of oppression without anger.

However, when this iron-blooded general with a cold face in front of others looked at his beloved wife, his eyes turned soft.

He gazed at his wife with a deep nostalgia and love that anyone could see.

The tender eyes he looked at his wife was like looking at the most beautiful treasure in the world.

The general of Portoyas, Tellea.

A well-known general who has fought on the battlefield for many years and made many contributions to the kingdom.

Many people know that he has a beautiful wife who makes him intoxicated and dotes on him wholeheartedly.

Except for his wife, he never gave another woman a second glance.

He loves his wife so much that he doesn't care about anyone except his wife—even, he only finds the child that his beloved wife gave birth to him troublesome.

At any time, a man's heart and eyes are full of only the woman he loves, and he can't tolerate anything else.

"My lord... Lord Tellea."

A call came from the corridor outside the garden, disturbing the tranquility under the shade of the tree at this moment, Treya frowned, but immediately stretched it out when looking at his wife in his arms.

He said a few words to his wife softly, and then ordered the maid beside him to peel the grapes for his wife, after which he got up and walked out.

"what's up?"

After leaving his wife, the man's expression returned to his usual coldness.

His butler bowed to him, lowered his head and said, "My lord, the little master still hasn't been found, look..."

The butler looked anxious.

After all, the little master disappeared last night, and there is no news until now.He hastily reported the matter to Lord Tellea, but the Lord ordered them not to tell his wife about it, saying that he didn't want her to worry.

Although the lord immediately sent a team of guards to look for him, he did nothing other than that, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Obviously, after searching for so long from last night until now, he couldn't find it. He, the housekeeper, and the servant responsible for taking care of the little master were all in a hurry, but the adults didn't mention this matter, let alone gave other instructions.

Seeing that it was almost noon, there was still no news from the little master, so he couldn't help himself, so he took the initiative to come to Lord Tellea and ask what to do next.

The old butler bowed his head respectfully in front of his master, he couldn't see his expression, only heard the master hum.

The voice was very calm and faint, and there was no worry or eagerness in it.

"You arrange it, and send another team of guards to look for it."

Tellea said that his appearance, which was so calm that he could even be described as indifferent, did not look like a father who had lost his child at all, but more like he was purely dealing with business, just business affairs.

After saying this, he turned and left, returning to his wife.

"grown ups……"

The old housekeeper yelled, but it was useless. He looked at the back of the adult who had already walked away, and sighed.

The little master has been missing for so long, but Lord Tellea still doesn't care.

And Madam, she is too inattentive to the little master.

Although Lord Tellea was not allowed to tell his wife about the disappearance of the young master, but she didn't even ask about the young master after not seeing him for such a long time.

It's really... alas.

Anyone who has been to the mansion and met the young master said that Lord Tellea and his wife were obedient and loving to the young master, they were too pampered and spoiled, so that they developed the current arrogant and willful character , too bad to be avoided.

Only the old people in his mansion know that obedience and obedience are indeed true, but doting and pampering... the old housekeeper is noncommittal about this.

Lord Tellea gave all his love to his wife, and never gave any to others, even the little master born by his wife.

It can even be said that because the wife almost died when she gave birth to the young master, the adults have always had a grudge against the young master who caused the wife to have a difficult delivery.

Moreover, the young master's pair of abnormal eyes that are considered to bring disasters... Lord Treya and his wife seem to be quite displeased with this.

It is precisely because of this that the little master has been taken care of by his servants since he was a child, and Lord Treya and his wife seldom intervene.

The so-called obedience and obedience are just that Lord Tellea and his wife are impatient to take care of the little master's affairs, so they directly tell the servant who takes care of the little master that the little master will do everything he wants, give him what he wants, as long as Just don't make noise, don't bother them.

Although the old butler couldn't see it, he was only a servant after all, and it was really hard to talk too much in front of his master.

The attitude of the adults and the madam is not to blame for the annoying temper that the little master was cultivated.

Sighing silently in his heart, the old housekeeper could only obediently obey the master's order in the end, and turned around to arrange an extra team of guards to find someone.

He was worried.

Because of the pair of different eyes that are said to bring disaster, Lord Tellea has forbidden the young master to go out since the birth.

In other words, the little master has never stepped out of the mansion in the past ten years. Once he goes out, there is no one to guide the way, and he may not even find the way back.

Now that the little master is being kidnapped out of the mansion by someone, I'm afraid it's more or less ominous.

All he can do now is to silently pray in his heart that the great god of the sea will bless the little master to return safely.

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"Walk back? How long will it take?"

On the distant coast, Sardis, who was missed by the old housekeeper, asked blankly.

"Um……"

The so-called Wangshan ran dead horse, although the shadow of the majestic city can be seen from a distance from here, but if you really want to walk there, I am afraid it will take a lot of time.

Mia made a slight estimate.

"Three or four hours."

"What a joke!"

The golden-haired Persian cat, which seemed well-behaved a second ago, exploded in an instant and failed.

Sardis opened a pair of pupils of different colors, and stared at Miya unhappily.

He has stayed in the mansion since he was a child, and rarely moves. Even if he takes a walk in the courtyard on a whim, it will never exceed a quarter of an hour.

Now this guy actually told him—how many hours should he walk back?

It's impossible!

"I do not go."

The squeamish Persian cat raised its head arrogantly.

When she turned her head, the beautiful golden wire spread out in the air, refracting the sunlight like golden light flowing, very beautiful.

No matter how beautiful she is, her temper is really unflattering.

Mia has a headache.

"Then what do you want? There are only two of us here."

Sardis looked at Miya.

"You carry me on your back."

He said, with a natural look on his face.

You know, in the mansion, he sat on a soft sedan and let his servants carry him the way a little further.

Now that he is willing to condescend and let people carry him, he feels that he has wronged himself.

Mia: "..."

Not angry, not angry.

There is no one to replace the anger.

Recited these words silently in her heart, Mia took a deep breath.

Then, the boy's blue eyes curved up.

He bent his eyes and smiled softly at Sardis.

"What did you just say? The wind was too strong and I didn't hear clearly."

The morning sun shone on the boy's fair face, he smiled and looked at Sardis, his voice was soft, and it sounded very gentle.

Really very gentle - if he hadn't raised his little fist in front of the opponent's eyes.

Sardis looked at Mia's gentle smiling face, and then at Mia's raised fist in front of his eyes.

He suddenly felt his left eye start to ache again.

The golden-haired Persian cat, who was proudly holding its head up just now, lowered its head obediently, stood up obediently, and reluctantly stepped on its precious legs, embarking on the first journey in its life.

Succumbing to this guy's majesty is only temporary.

He swore inwardly.

Wait for me.

When I get back, I'll take you——

A narrow-minded person was secretly grinding his paws to hold grudges in his heart, when he suddenly saw Mia, who was walking in front, running to the side of the road, reaching out and breaking a branch from a short tree.

Breaking off the branches and leaves, leaving only the longest branch, Mia even folded it specially, tested its flexibility, finally nodded with satisfaction, and walked back with it.

Sardis asked angrily, "What are you doing by breaking the branches?"

Mia caressed the branch in her hand, smiled and said nothing, just looked at Sardis with kind and loving eyes.

Sardis: "..."

What happened to the sudden panic?