They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

"You small fish, none of you can escape today. You will all end up in my stomach." After saying that, Fei Tao jumped into the pond and continued fishing.

After a few trips, the fish basket was half filled with fish.

In the water, Fei Tao is quite agile, with quick movements and sharp reactions. When she sees the right moment, she bites the fish with her teeth. The bitten fish reacts and wants to escape, but its body is pierced by the sharp fox teeth. How can it possibly run away? It can only waste its energy in vain.

"You are just a bunch of trash fish. You are so weak." As if she still felt unsatisfied, Fei Tao kicked the fish basket and said teasingly.

Well, revenge has been taken, it’s time to eat, she is really starving to death.

The fish must be roasted before it can be eaten, but Feitao doesn't want to wait that long.

Rolling up her wide sleeves, Fei Tao sat on the grass beside her, grabbed the tail and head of a fish from the fish basket with her claws, bit into the body, and tore off a large piece of fish meat.

Blood flowed out from the corners of her mouth. The raw fish, which had not been processed in any way, had a strong fishy smell mixed with the rusty smell of blood. It tasted quite bad, but Fei Tao ate it with relish.

“Pah-chi-pah-chi…”

"Useless fish, why don't you grow some meat? You can't even make my belly bigger. Well, I'll let you go today." After eating the fish until only the skeleton was left, the beautiful and kind-hearted Fei Tao threw the fish bones into the stream, released the fish, and then continued to eat the next one, and released the next one after that.

Chapter 60: 59~This is called rational use of natural resources

"Oh my god, this is weird, really weird, so weird!" Pete sat on a bench in the church courtyard, pounding his knees and talking to himself.

"Hey? Old Pete, are you still free to pay homage to the Grand Knight Commander today?" John ran into his old friend in the church and sat down with him and started chatting with him.

"I have to come. The things I've encountered recently are getting more and more weird."

"Weird? How weird is it?" John knew that his old friend was a veteran fisherman who made a living by selling fish, and selling fish was also his greatest pleasure in life.

Being able to combine a means of livelihood with a hobby is a great blessing, but Pete has gone too far. He is almost crazy about fishing. He has a pipe, a fishing rod, a fish basket, and a box of bait. After making a nest, he can sit on the shore for days and nights and still be energetic.

He ignored the things at home and turned a deaf ear to his wife's scolding. He focused entirely on fishing without any distractions.

John didn't think such a person would be bothered by anything other than fishing.

"What's the matter? Did you catch a big one this morning and it accidentally ran away?" John couldn't think of any other reason except this.

"It's even more bizarre than this!" Pete said seriously.

"What's going on?" John didn't understand seeing Pete's serious look.

"Listen to me, this morning, I fished in the creek outside the city for the whole morning, and the result was..." Pete patted the empty fish basket at his feet and sighed.

"I thought it was a big deal. It's just that I was on the air for the whole morning. What's so strange about that? You've been on the air less often?" John laughed when he heard it.

"It's not about not catching any fish!" Pete looked around. "I'm telling you, this morning was a hell of a mess! I cast the hook and waited, and I felt something pulling the hook. I reeled in the line and lifted the rod, and guess what happened?"

"How can I guess?"

"Hey, I caught it, but it's not a live fish, it's a dead fish!"

"Dead fish?..."

"Yes, they have been gnawed down to bones!"

"What's so strange about this?" John thought it was nothing special. His fishing friend had previously created the 'feat' of fishing shoes, socks, panties, and even corpses. It was just a fish bone. What was so shocking about it?

"If that's all, it wouldn't be a big deal! What's more important is what comes next. This morning, I caught fish bones more than once. Almost every time I cast the rod, I caught fish bones!"

"I cast the rod thirteen times in a row, and all I caught were fish bones!"

"Huh? Is it true or not?"

"How could I lie to you? The more shocking thing is yet to come. When I was collecting my rod and going home, a large piece of fish bones washed down from the upper stream of the stream."

"Not only that, let me tell you, these fish bones are quite strange. There is no meat left on them... So many fish bones, do you know what it means?"

"What does it mean?"

"Oh, of course it means that this stream is likely to be invaded by alien species!" Pete said excitedly, slapping his thigh.

"Is it possible that these fish were eaten by their own kind after they died?"

"So many fish died in just a few days. Do you think it's possible? Moreover, I saw teeth marks on the fish skulls. They are obviously not left by snakehead fish!"

"Those bite marks are more like those left by land carnivores like wolves or dogs!"

“But the fish is in the water?”

"This is the weirdest part. This stream isn't very deep, but it's definitely not shallow either. It's very difficult for wolves to catch fish in this stream, not to mention there are no wolves around here."

"So I suspect that this stream has been invaded by some carnivorous aquatic creature with fangs similar to those of beasts."

"Oh my god, there are so many fish bones in just a few days. That beast really loves to eat!"

"If this is really a biological invasion, what will happen? Will the fishermen around here be able to survive in the future?"

"So, you came to the church to pay homage to the Grand Knight?"

"Yes, no matter if it is useful or not, let's worship and ask the Grand Knight to bless us, the citizens who make a living by fishing..."

"Pop!" The bubble of sleepiness coming out of the gap in his helmet burst. Fate stretched lazily, looked left and right, and yawned slowly.

It was almost noon, but he was in no hurry to go to the restaurant for lunch.

I ate too much this morning and felt full.

Yes, in order to save money, Fit had a fish feast last night and went there again this morning.

It’s still the same operation, turn into a fox, take off your shoes and socks, jump into the pond and mingle with the fish.

This time he was more direct than last night. He caught the fish and ate it on the spot. After shaving every piece of meat clean with his sharp teeth, he threw it into the rapids and continued to look for the next one.

This saves a lot of effort.

He forgot how many fish he ate or how long it took him to catch them, but in the end he was very full, more than any other breakfast.

So much so that he wasn't very hungry at noon.

But even though he was not hungry, he never refused any big meal, so when it was time to eat, he showed his usual good style and sat at the table punctually waiting for food.

While eating, he didn't expect that the nun next to him was always looking at him.

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"Mr. Fate, you, did you eat this morning?" Rowling couldn't believe it.

"Of course, why do you ask?"

"If you hadn't eaten, you wouldn't be eating so slowly now." Judging from Fate's usual behavior, even after eating breakfast, he would still wolf down food like a starving ghost at noon. Today was very abnormal.

Especially when the other party's wallet was empty, he actually had breakfast and looked very full. It was very strange no matter how you thought about it.

"Is the owner of that store okay?"

"? What boss?"

"The owner of the shop where you bought on credit."

"I don't have any credit." Fate said without hesitation.

Why buy on credit when you can get enough to eat with just a little use of natural resources?

"Then where did you have breakfast this morning?" Rowling looked incredulous.

He couldn't be rummaging through the trash can, right?

Not to mention whether you can get enough food by rummaging through the trash can, Fate has no peculiar smell on his body, and his armor is clean. He even washed it last night.

Apart from shamelessly going to street restaurants to eat and drink for free, Rowling really couldn't think of how Fate would solve the problem of three meals a day, especially since his appetite was extraordinary.

He couldn't possibly be so hungry that he ran to the street to tear down the bricks of a restaurant or dig up food from the floor, right?

That shouldn't happen. Mr. Fate is a human being after all. It shouldn't happen.

Rowling put these unreliable ideas aside.

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Chapter 61: 60~Not Hungry Not Hungry Not Hungry

The night was still messy.

The girl woke up from her dream and breathed hard like a person rescued from drowning. Her fingertips brushed against her skin, leaving a layer of wetness.

Touching her messy long hair and realizing that she was in a familiar room and bed, the girl's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

It’s the same dream again...the same dream.

This month, she kept having the same nightmare every time she fell asleep, like an endless cycle.

The reality of the dream was reflected in every hair and every inch of skin, leaving her no doubt that this was a fictitious and unreal dream.

This month, more and more abnormal things happened around her, and the worries in her heart became more and more uncontrollable like an overflowing tide, making her feel suffocated.

If you only have nightmares occasionally, it can be classified as a coincidence, but if you have nightmares every day and the same dream is repeated, then things may not be that simple.

In her familiar home, Rowling could not feel any warmth. She was only shivering all over. The bedding did not give her any sense of security. On a whim, Rowling looked at the bedside table and pulled out an old pendant covered with scratches.

"Mr. Knight, please bless me..." Rowling clenched the pendant and curled up her body. A warm current surged in her heart. It was as if the tall knight was really standing beside her, guarding her silently.

In such an atmosphere, she fell into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, Fate frowned, which was rare for him, but no one noticed because he was wearing a helmet.

There were still three days left before salary was paid, but he was faced with a rather serious problem.

The resources of nature seem to be stretched to the limit due to his excessive exploitation.

There were a lot of fish in the stream a few days ago. I could just jump into the middle of the stream and catch a few.

Now it's completely impossible. I don't know if it's because I over-fished or because I scared the fish away. There are fewer and fewer fish in the stream. In the end, I could only catch a few small fish after all my efforts. The energy I get is totally disproportionate to the energy I put in. It's like being paid to go to work.

Maybe it’s because the fish were scared away downstream?

The fish in this stream can't be so fragile that they'll be eaten up in just one week, right? ?

Although the stream is indeed quite small.

This made Fate worried.

Whatever the reason, he had no food to eat now and was leaning against the church door without even taking a nap. It was obvious that he was worried today and couldn't even sleep.

Rowling, who was praying in the church, glanced at Fate and couldn't help but sigh.

I wish my sleep quality could be as good as Mr. Fate’s.

Thinking back to the strange dreams she had these days, that monster covered with black keratin membranes, for some reason, Rowling had the urge to talk and discuss things with the monster.

As soon as this thought came up, it was suppressed by Rowling.

She shook her head. What was she going to do? Was she still thinking that this unreliable former knight could help her?

He is really desperate and is trying everything possible.

After lunch, Rowling, who was washing dishes, found a small black spot on the back of her hand.

She looked at the suspicious black spot on the back of her hand with some surprise.

Is it because I haven’t taken good care of my skin recently, and due to the change of seasons, my skin is damaged?

She stroked the black spot and found the texture a bit strange, like touching a rough and dry piece of bark, yet not as hard as bark.

Is this a skin lesion that has crusted over? ?

But it doesn’t feel like it.

Recalling the nightmares that had occurred one after another in recent days, Rowling couldn't help but wonder if there was any connection between them? ?

I think should not be.

I hope I'm just being overly nervous.

"I want to continue to serve you, Your Excellency the Grand Knight... Please forgive my greedy demands. I hope the people around me are safe." During lunch break, Rowling came to the statue, clasped her hands together and prayed silently. As long as she stood in front of this white stone statue, her heart was filled with a sense of security.

For Fate, lunch break was of course a time for sleeping, and as for Rowling's abnormality, he certainly didn't notice it.

Rowling prays to the statue several times during her lunch break every day. This is a very common thing and nothing surprising.