苍狼之灵

Chapter eighty-nine: Moon Night Visitor

Little Titika? "Barto walked towards the small house where the mother tiger lived, carrying a fragrant roasted goose. A little tiger darted out of it with a swoosh. It was now only the size of a small dog, with a tiger head and a tiger brain that looked very cute. Its round big eyes shone brightly in the dark, like two small lanterns.

Barto smiled and bent down, spreading his hands, and the little tiger leaped vigorously into his arms. Barto picked it up and smiled, "Cute little one, do you miss me? My godfather almost couldn't come back tonight. Look, as soon as I got out of trouble, I was thinking of bringing you something delicious

The little tiger sniffed around in his arms, its head arching back and forth. Barto chuckled and said, "Oh, godfather doesn't have any milk. Here, do you want to eat the fragrant roasted goose

The mother tiger slowly walked out of the wooden house, crouched on the ground, and watched her son and master play with gentle eyes. Since Chris's death, her son has been her sole reliance in life.

She never intended to blame Jedi and Barto. As human masters, they were already too good to her family. Especially when Jedi built a tomb and tombstone for Kress, burying him as a human, it made her even more grateful. Tigers are fierce animals, but their ferocity is only for survival. They don't hold grudges, on the contrary, they know how to be grateful.

Ah ah ah, you don't seem to like roasted goose very much. Come on, let godfather see how many baby teeth have grown, "Barto laughed and touched its chin. The little tiger was used to playing with him and was happily in his arms. He still bit his clothes with his baby teeth and looked at him proudly with one tooth, indicating that he was already a great tiger.

Mmm, my little Titika is already very powerful and impressive. When you're a little older, my godfather will take you out to see the world and bring back many female tigers, one after another. Huh? Haha, my godfather can afford it

Barto smiled. Patting the little tiger's head and butt, gently placing the roasted goose on the ground. The little one is tired of me, let him sleep with me tonight. Take this roasted goose back for supper, "said the mother tiger

The mother tiger understood his meaning. She gave her son a gentle glance, picked up the oiled paper bag, and slowly walked back to the house. Barto teased the little tiger and walked back, while the little tiger crawled comfortably in his arms, playfully sucking on his fingers with its baby teeth.

The moon is very light and the wind is a bit cold.

Barto walked towards his residence holding the little tiger. Miss Cleo tiptoed from behind, dressed in a white maid outfit. It was also quite eye-catching in the night, but with a gentle tug from somewhere, the entire garment turned dark blue, instantly blending into the darkness of the night.

She quietly tiptoed behind Bartodi, making no sound under her feet, her figure faintly appearing in the darkness.

Barto's residence is quite large. In order to adapt to the identity of a nouveau riche, the decoration is also very luxurious, and the home is full of servants. But he often brings his girlfriend home. And these female companions were either the wives of a certain noble or the ladies of a certain noble family. In order to keep a low profile, he never needed anyone to serve him when he returned home at night, and the servants were accustomed to it, so no one was around.

Passing around the beautiful garden and pool, we arrived at an ancient two-story dome shaped building with many vines climbing on the walls. It was even quieter here, without a single servant. There are guarded areas in every corner of the Barto family's courtyard, and they patrol in groups of four, wearing lightweight leather armor and wielding long swords. However, the inner part of the house is very peaceful.