Vanguard of the Eternal Night (BL)(Complete)

Chapter 155 Extra

Victor hesitantly took out a medicine pouch and hung out behind Little Tyron, following him back to the small house in the back.

Little Tyron: "What are you following me for? You shouldn't be short on food."

Victor: "You... you're hurt. It'll be bad if it gets infected. I'll help you put on some medicine."

Little Tyron accepted his medicine, then tossed him two fruits, "I won't take advantage of you. We'll trade. We don't owe each other anything, so you should go and get lost."

Victor: "......" How dare you tell your wifey to 'get lost'?! You'll regret it later, I'm telling you!

The old old antique now had an extra thing to account for.

This dream was so interesting that Victor lay in his instructor's bed that night and couldn't go to sleep, thinking that he might wake up in reality as soon as he fell asleep.

He grabbed his blanket and crept back to see the little old antique.

It was near midnight, and Tyron's beautiful half-elf mother was gone. Little Tyron was sitting on the wall alone.

--He was small, and his legs were short, so he could only straddle the wall. Otherwise, it was too easy for him to lose balance and fall.

Little Tyron was feeding a cat.

That cat was really very small. It was only about the size of a palm as it hid behind the bricks on the wall. It could barely be seen at all.

Little Tyron's face was also only about the size of a palm. He frowned solemnly, and his eyes were a pale gold in the moonlight. His lips were as tender as jelly and almost translucent as he spoke in an overly adult tone, "Who told you to go out and steal things? If someone sees you, you'll die with just one kick."

Cat: "Meow."

Little Tyron: "You're not convinced? I'll kick you right now."

Cat: "Purr, purr."

Little Tyron: "If you continue like this I'll ignore you."

"Meow..." The cat actually managed to pull out two gold coins, putting them into Little Tyron's palm.

Little Tyron said, "Hmph. I raised you because you had talent, but I didn't tell you to start stealing now. If you get kicked to death now, it'll be a waste of the two months I spent raising you. You still owe me a lot, so grow up honestly. I'll start to squeeze you for your worth when you're older."

The cat grew obedient after listening to him. It was probably very happy to hear that it was useful and rubbed against him with its face.

Little Tyron took out a loaf of bread, broke off a piece, and fed it to the cat.

After a while, he looked down at Victor, who was beneath the wall, and spoke disgustedly, "Why are you still here? Have you heard enough?"

Victor actually felt like he'd broken into the holy land by mistake. He said humbly, "Sorry, I just wanted to come see you."

Little Tyron broke off a piece of bread and said, "Say 'ah'."

Victor was used to listening to the old antique, so he subconsciously replied, "Ah?"

Little Tyron was satisfied with his obedience, so he made a decision and tossed the bread into his mouth.

After being fed by Little Tyron, Victor became Little Tyron's person.

Little Tyron: "Isn't this a matter of course? You ate my food, so now you're my human."

Victor spoke excitedly, "I'll help you steal food to eat!"