The Bad Dog

Eight years flew by in a flash. Before they knew it, Hogg and the others had been in this era for eleven years, and nearly everyone in the old Roman Red Banner knew about the pair of magical animals.

Being famous wasn't a bad thing. Second Senior Brother might get killed if he put on too much weight, but Hogg and Dorn were powerful, adorable, and able to heal the sick and help those in need. No fool would pick a fight with them.

Introduced by Old Thomas, Hogg had met Gaius, ruler of Rome. After curing the old king of a long-standing private ailment, the two had become unlikely friends. The palace guards didn't dare stop him when he came and went.

As a renowned dog doctor, Hogg was the one nobles turned to whenever their children came down with a fever or headache. Before long, he'd built up an impressive network of connections.

After all, in an age when medical care was underdeveloped, no family was immune to illness. Compared to treatments that were little better than shamanistic rituals, even though Hogg wasn't human, his hundred-percent recovery rate was reassuring.

Seizing the opportunity, Hogg, with the Wayne Family at his back, brought out the Emperor's portrait and asked the Roman elite to rally the people and help him search for Old Man Yellow.

But eight whole years went by without a trace of Old Man Yellow. Hogg even tracked down every famous prostitute in the area, wondering if that rascal Yellow Weasel had become a Capitoline Wolf.

It had to be said: even in ancient times, prostitutes were still prostitutes. These ladies had a wide range of services, and when they heard Mr. Dog wanted to examine them, they came running in droves.

The prostitutes were all well