Chapter 11 (1/2)

Chapter 11: The Uncle and the Three Diary Entries

(1) The Uncle and the Lice

03 (year) – 01 (month) – 05 (day) Tuesday

Weather: sunny and cloudless

Today, I woke up early in the morning, and my whole body ached. Of course, it’s not from competing with Ka Luona yesterday; it is most likely because of the after effects of magic depletion. This is my first time in over two years to use such a great amount of magic. However, I’ve profited from the disaster. I have realized that magic and physical strength are related; overusing magic will cause residual effects to appear on the body.

When I was giving Little Hairball more feed, I saw it twitching in the corner, continuously rubbing its body against the wall. I led it out and pushed aside its fur, only to discover that there were lice living on it.

There weren’t many lice, but they were real crafty. Small, white things were stealthily hidden in the silver fur. They were really hard to notice, but I am a man who can see through all disguises!

A parasite which cannot do its own work and must suck the blood of others, I must vanquis.h.!.+

Afterwards, I called Elan to give Little Hairball a bath.

Little Hairball was quite unwilling, so I warned it that if it did not behave, its beautiful, silver fur would be shaved off.

I made a shaving hand gesture, and Little Hairball immediately shuddered. It probably had its own pride.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, it finally allowed Elan to use a brush to carefully wash its body clean.

“However, why would there be lice in the winter?”

Hearing my words, Little Hairball immediately withdrew its head.

I looked at it with a piercing gaze. It promptly moved away from my line of vision and attempted to whistle. (T/n: lol, whistling donkey)

I slowly pressed forward.

“Yes? Little Hairball? Is there something you’re hiding from me?”

I made my gaze as imposing as possible.

Finally, Little Hairball cried and ran to the corner, parting the hay on the ground. There was a lot of food inside. Some had already rotted, and there were actually white hairs mixed in. There’s no need to say who else knew about this.

Little Hairball’s eyes were tearing up as it begged for my forgiveness.

“Why would you want to hide food?”

I could not understand. At this time, Elan, at my side, tugged on my jacket.

“It’s probably because it knows that it’s always being naughty, so it’s scared that one day, it will be chased out by Brother He.”

Elan’s tone of voice sounded lonely.

My heart suddenly ached.

“Relax. No matter whether it is you or Little Hairball, you are both members of this family.”

I stroked Elan’s head. Little Hairball came over to pounce on me.

“But you definitely cannot hide things again.”

(2) The Uncle and the Newspaper

.3 (year) -01 (month)-07 (day) Thursday

Weather: Sunny and cloudless

Recently, I have felt someone tailing me.

I could find out clearly, but the stalking style makes it obvious that is no worth to guard against the opposite party. When I go near the house the presence disappears, so obviously the other is not Little Elan or Little Hairball.

Today’s newspaper reports on some interesting topics.

One of them is a list of the new recruits of the First Expedition Team. The fourth name is Nuode Baliao. That kid is really not simple. The First Expedition Team is the main force on the front lines and must constantly be tough to attack as a vanguard. But this is normal. Nuode had a kind of wolf-like expression, so he is probably suited very well to such work.