Great Kidnapping Failure

Several days later, on the Sea of Chaos, a ray of sunlight pierced through the gray mist and shone on the surface of the calm, surging waves.

Samael opened his eyelids a crack, slowly woke up, and then sat up in the cabin, stretching lazily. His right hand skillfully reached into the warm quilt and pulled the curled-up Golden Fox from his chest.

"I said, I've made the bed for you, can you please stop crawling under the covers?"

The ancient snake picked up the little guy from behind, pointed to the simple little nest about two feet long in the corner of the wall, and reiterated helplessly.

"Migu?"

The little creature yawned lazily, and in the distinctive tone of a proper fox, uttered an ambiguous syllable, feigning ignorance.

As Samael got up and went to the deck to maintain course and check the Sorcery Array, the Golden Fox skillfully crawled back into the still-warm bed, stretched its limbs, and comfortably continued to catch up on its sleep.

As for her little corner apartment, well, she's not some silly dog that only knows how to wag its tail. How could she possibly lower her quality of life?

When it comes to bedding, you should definitely choose the best. Those narrow and small things with just a few layers of cotton and cloth underneath will leave you sore all over every time you get up. It's nothing like lying on a soft mattress.

Moreover, this kid gave her a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had come into contact with that land and those faces that occasionally appeared in her dreams.

Sleeping until you wake up on your own, eating until you're full.

As the rich aroma of rice wafted through the air, the Golden Fox that had been cuckooing in bed was startled awake and jumped up, as if wound up, to be the dutiful rice cook every mealtime.

At this moment, the little guy who received the signal swiftly dashed out of the cabin on his four short legs, ran to the deck, took out his small ceramic plate for his main meal and his bowl for soup, and lay down elegantly on his side, waiting for the meal to begin.

Samael drew his dagger, sliced off a small piece of the grilled steak, and gave it to the little guy.

The fox looked at the feeder, and seeing this, it was greatly disappointed. Its golden eyes looked at Samael with resentment, and a hint of ethereal color began to permeate its dreamlike world.

As their eyes met, Samael felt a strong sense of guilt.

I'm such a terrible person. Ju Xin pulled back the covers and then ignored me, how could I be so cruel to such a cute little girl when she's still growing...

Growing up?

The ancient snake's eyes flickered with a hazy, ethereal light before instantly clearing. It glanced at the Golden Fox, which had gained weight in just over ten days since boarding the ship, and expressionlessly took up its knife, cutting the canine's steak into thirds and cruelly confiscating it.

I think you're eating too much; you should lose weight.

The Golden Fox, was on the verge of tears. He even poured more fruit porridge into the bowl than usual, and only then did the little guy reluctantly accept it.

Tch, what a stingy man.

The fox secretly grumbled to itself, but as the meal was about to Shiki, its aura changed, and it sat up like a human, picking up the accompanying knife and fork from the plate with its front paws. It cut the meat into neat squares, then elegantly put it into its mouth and savored it slowly.

Should we not sit if the table is not properly set, nor eat if the meat is not cut properly? Is it really necessary to have such elaborate rituals for meals?

Samael, used to this, suddenly looked up, then buried his head in his mouth, enjoying the juices flowing between his lips and teeth.

The little fox Jinren was quite patient during the meal, chewing slowly and taking a good half Tokiomi to finish.

The meat was completely consumed, leaving only seasonings and side dishes such as thyme and parsley.

Samael cleared away the food trays, and the little fox happily uttered a "migu" sound, then comfortably curled up on the blanket, enjoying the afternoon sun.

Then, he threw the clutter to the puppeteer, Gugu, moved a chair over, sat down on the deck, and drank Honey Wine while keeping the puppeteer on the ship running.

The little fox glanced at Samael, who was sprawled out on the recliner sunbathing, and simultaneously sipped some chilled honey water, quite satisfied with his current life.

Based on our recent interactions and experiences, the person feeding us is someone who truly knows how to enjoy life.

Whether it's satisfying one's appetite and indulging in pleasures, or being lazy and having a laid-back attitude in one's spare time, these qualities are compatible with her on some levels.

After finishing the honey water, the fox looked at the golden liquid in the man's glass, its nostrils flared, and it curled its pink tongue upward, unable to resist licking its teeth.

"Want some? Okay, let's try..."

Samael noticed the fox's longing gaze, bent down, picked up the little creature's cup, and poured in his treasured Honey Wine.

However, there was only half a cup.

The fox looked down at the meager amount of food it had left in front of it, a hint of disappointment in its eyes.

Well, compared to the miserable experience of drinking seawater and getting full from seaweed before, being able to drink sake is already pretty good; it's better than nothing.

The little creature comforted itself, lowering its head to sip the amber-colored wine in its cup. The subtle sweetness and slight spiciness, combined with the chilled taste, made the fox unable to stop. It quickly finished the Honey Wine, then couldn't help but lick its lips and teeth, its eyes fixed on the wine flask at the feeder's waist.

"Want to?"

"Migu!"

"It's rare for someone to keep me company at sea and relieve my boredom. Well, consider it payment and take it as a gift."

Samael chuckled and shook his head, casually untiing the full wine jug and tossing it to the somewhat surprised Golden Fox beside him.

However, seemingly realizing that this act of eating and taking was a bit unethical, the fox hesitantly raised its paw, pointed at the feeder, and then at the wine jug on the ground.

"What should I do? Hehe, it's okay, I'm tired of drinking this stuff, and soon I'll probably be able to taste chilled wine."

Samael smiled, turned to look at the thinning mist, and murmured softly.

Layers of white waves piled up, and not far away, a somewhat familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar horizon came into view.

Finally, it's done...

Samael slowly rose from the recliner, his heartbeat gradually becoming erratic, a strange feeling of homesickness and trepidation welling up in his eyes.

Half an hour later, the boat docked at a relatively secluded shallow bay. Samael, lightly dressed, picked up the fox carrying the wine jug and jumped onto the soft sand.

After walking a short distance through the bushes, Samael sensed something and, after a brief rustling sound followed by silence in the grass, stopped and looked around, feeling rather annoyed.

The Great Kidnapping Failure!

I knew it. A worldly person like her wouldn't be so easily swayed by a few meals and decent treatment.

After all, they are all cunning foxes; when they play with Strange Tales, they are all clever and cunning. It's hard to say who will be the one teasing whom.

Well, it's better to build a good relationship than to be filled with hatred.

Just as Samael was pondering this in his heart, his eyes suddenly narrowed sharply, and he stared intently at the large cloud of dust in front of him, his expression cold and solemn.

There's movement ahead!