To prepare a lavish feast, Vincent had practically scoured the entirety of Oxford Street.
Gu Gu bit through the little field mouse's artery alive, then elegantly skinned it before opening her tiny beak to enjoy the hard-earned meal.
"Oh, that's too cruel..."
That was what he said, but his hand did not slow in the slightest as he fed her another mouse.
"Someday, I'll take you to where my grandfather lives. The air there is clean and there's less pollution. Even the mice are bigger than the ones here."
Having eaten her fill, Gu Gu bobbed her little head in his arms.
The old man's home in Surrey was truly an outstanding place.
Prices were low, the average living space was large, and the pressure of life was nowhere near as high as in nearby London.
Vincent seriously suspected that his father, Eric, had long had his eye on several buildings along Oxford Street.
These days, running a firearms store did not earn much money.
"My grandfather likes small animals. He keeps lots of little dogs too."
"Don't be afraid. They're just a little enthusiastic."
Gu Gu smacked her beak, rolled over, and leaned against his shoulder with a look of lingering satisfaction on her catlike face.
This fresh, juicy, tender, top-tier feast was obviously several levels better than anything Hogwarts offered.
What proper owl would want to eat little biscuits? Raptors were called raptors for a reason.
"Gu Gu—"
A small beetle that leaped out from the grass by the roadside instantly caught her attention.
"What is it? Don't tell me you're still hungry?" Vincent turned around in confusion.
"It just has patterns on its eyes. You don't even like eating bugs."
He continued forward without much interest.
After another turn, they would reach the Wayne family department store.