[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

"Nuco?"

"Huh??

Gonske climbed Chris' back and subsided in the shape of a shoulder car.

This screen looks better.

One and one look around with a chiropractor.

And, you start to hear the house chirp.

And Keane starts to have tinnitus.

Neither Chris nor Gonske can stop curbing their ears.

Shortly afterwards, a scream like a female amputee strikes one and one.

Eventually, the scream subsides.

Chillin 'chillin' and the sound of a beautiful bell rang in my brain and my tinnitus subsided.

"What was that?

You don't even see me?

"Yikes!"

Gonske strains his chest.

"Um, I thought animals looked normal like this, but you're not"

To Chris' casual whining, Gonske protests by tapping that back with his tail bessie.

"Gonske.

Do you know anything about this black cat?

From the literal standpoint, it sounds like your guardian spirit. "

Chris says, doing the mobile device screen to the head.

"Gee."

I don't know, Gonske shook his head to the side.

I don't know many cats in Gonske.

Not to mention the existence that protects me and so on.

But Pong is a three-haired cat. It's not a black cat.

To see the writing literature, apparently there are two invisible black cats.

Like a sock, a cat with white feet.

And a cat with a white V-shape on his chest that seems to be protecting Gonske.

"But you're a black cat.

In some countries, they can be witch demons or symbols of death or misfortune. "

Not only black, but the cat itself has an exotic history of being treated and expelled by the devil in the first place.

It is therefore too famous a story to have provoked the ironic flow that led to the pandemic of black death.

In modern times, there are a lot of people who pet black cats and adore them.

But you think those who throw it away because they don't take pictures inside won't follow?

But Gonske's guardian spirit-like black cat.

"Maybe not. Like being taken care of??

I just don't remember Gonske, I've helped a black cat and that payback??

"Gourd?"

Again, Chris looks inside the room.

Nothing has changed since then.

No, there's no pressure, no gaze, no sign of it.

A cat with a history that has been repelled by some religions, but we also know that it was rather an object of worship in another country, in a cultural area.

In a country in a certain desert, cats have a history of being incarnations of goddesses or being treated as the use of God.

There are also places in parts of Portulaca where they are worshipped as cat gods and are objects of faith and tourist resources.

So it's not going to be black cat equals ominous.

Plus, they say cats have nine lives, and they say they're inspirational.

When it comes to giving back, there are many stories like this around the world.

If some poor young man volunteered to clean the bronze statue of God, who was not only thin and dirty, food and money would have been delivered in front of his home the next day, and so on.

"Well, he doesn't seem to be a bad person when it comes to Nuco"

When Chris said it.

Chillin 'Chillin', and I heard another beautiful bell.

Explore audio sources.

"Can you hear me?

"Gyruuru"

Hey, Gonske gets off Chris' shoulder and explores the sound place in the same way.

Knock, take Chris' hand and pull.

"That way."

While being pulled, Chris also walks out.

It's a corner of the room.

It was where only one bill was peeled off.

"Hmm."

It was, at first glance, just a piece of paper that looked like a bill but had no power whatsoever.

Strip.

The back is blank.

Maximize the brightness of the ball of magical light.

Watermark the light with paper.

Next, serve the extremely small fireballs and try to broil.

Again, no response whatsoever.

Next, let the magic flow.

Then the letters came up.

"Couldn't stand the blame of conscience,"

What was written was a confession of sin to God by a fellow who would probably have been involved in human experiments in this land.

The rising letters, as if they were a mobile device prevalent in modern times when you slip your fingers, bring up one new text after another.

"Geez! Geez!

To Chris, who started reading seriously, Gonske raises his voice telling him to show it to himself too.

Eventually,

".................. Gonske.

Does your husband hate this world?

That's what Chris asked, staring at Gonske with his emotionless eyes.