Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1053

Chapter 1053: Chapter 590 The Origin Great Law_2 Chapter 1053: Chapter 590 The Origin Great Law_2 “Owner, are you going for a walk? Take me with you.”

“Alright, just follow behind me.”

The two of them casually walked for a while, not really doing anything, just strolling.

At first, Little White felt relaxed, but gradually she found it boring.

“Owner, this is too dull.”

Logan heard the underlying message and stopped to look back at her.

“Then what do you want to do?”

Little White's lips curled into a smile, looking innocently beguiling.

“I knew you'd understand me, Master. It's simple, I want to eat meat.”

Before Logan could even respond, Little White quickly went on.

“Oh, Master, I haven't had any meat for several days now, and suddenly I've got a craving. I don't want anything else, just some meat. Please take me, to some delicious restaurant.”

Logan chuckled.

“You're a fox, yet you're as gluttonous as humans. If you really want to eat meat, you could simply go hunting, no?”

But as soon as he mentioned “hunting,” Little White's face showed extreme distaste.

“How could that do, those prey are so bloody and reek of raw flesh, completely unpalatable. If I had never tasted human food, that would be one thing, but having tasted it already, how could I possibly be satisfied with such blandness?”

She may be a fox but is also a Little Demon who had cultivated to consciousness.

Unlike ordinary animals, she was enlightened.

Naturally, she should have higher aspirations and better enjoyments.

Seeing that Logan wasn't speaking,
Little White licked her lips, stepped forward, and tugged at his sleeve, coquettishly whining.

“Ah, Master, just agree, please. Just say yes.”

“Master, take me to eat something tasty, I just want to eat meat.”

Logan couldn't stand it, and he hadn't intended to refuse from the start.

“Alright, alright, I agree, I agree. I never said I wouldn't. Let's go, I'll take you to the restaurant now.”

“Wow, that's fantastic, Master, you're the best, I like you so much!”

As expected, only the Owner indulged her as she wanted.

Little White was overjoyed, cheerfully following behind him.

Thus, the two of them left the house and soon arrived at a grand restaurant.

The place looked bustling and the aroma wafting from inside was tantalizing.

“How is this place?”

Logan asked, but it wasn't just a question; he had already decided on this place.

Little White took a deep breath of the aroma, wiped away non-existent drool, and nodded furiously with bright eyes.

“Mhm, mhm, I think it's good, really good. My nose is much more sensitive than that of ordinary humans. I can smell the deliciousness inside–it's truly fragrant! Master, this is the place, let's choose here, the food must be very tasty.”

Logan didn't care where they ate, so since Little White said so, he went along with her choice.

“Well then, let's settle on this one. Come on, let's go inside.”

After that, he led the way inside.

Once inside, they found that the decor was quite nice, and the layout appeared elegant.

Even though it was a restaurant, it didn't feel overly noisy.

Due to the crowd, it also seemed quite lively.

It looked luxurious yet refined.

“Wow, Master, this place seems pretty good. We must have come to the right spot.”

“I hope so.”

Logan was indifferent to culinary delights, unlike Little White, who cared a lot about them.

Having everything he needed, he was naturally more selective.

Little White, on the other hand, was one to indulge in her cravings.

They chose a private box, and from their elevated position, they could even see a small stage in the middle of the room, where a performance was taking place.

Singers were belting mellifluous melodies, and the play portrayed none other than the exploits of Logan.

The actors on stage gave a lifelike performance, and the audience responded with enthusiastic applause.

“Goodness, Young Master Logan truly is a young hero. I never expected someone so young to earn such great merit–it's really admirable!”

“Right? He's a grand hero in this recent battle between humans and demons. I enjoy such a play. This restaurant knows what it's doing. I'll eat here from now on and get to hear about heroic deeds at the same time!”

“The performance is superb. Do we really have such an impressive individual here?”

Little White pricked up her ears to listen for a few sentences, then sneakily giggled to herself.

“Owner, did you see that? You've become famous now, there's even an opera specially composed about your deeds. It looks like your name has made quite the splash. How do you feel? Happy, aren't you? Now, the whole city is buzzing with stories about you. Who knows how many followers you've gained? You must be secretly delighted, right?”

Logan just curled the corners of his lips casually, seemingly pleased yet also as if it wasn't much of a concern to him.

After all, he didn't consider it a big deal.

Being famous is fleeting; people come and go. Why bother with such things.”

Little White, however, was not pleased with such a terse response and pouted.

“Hmph, such a tease. I don't believe for a second that you're not happy about it. You're just keeping it bottled up inside.”

Saying so, she called the waiter over and in front of him, ordered several delightful dishes.

“Aren't these enough for you? Why have you ordered so much again?”

Logan wasn't criticizing; he was just curious.

Usually, what they had was enough for her. Little White wasn't someone who would casually overeat, but this time she was acting quite willfully.

“Hmph, now that you're famous, I have to order more to eat you out of house and home.”

Logan wasn't angry upon hearing her willful words, just speechless.

“Even if you bought this entire restaurant, you wouldn't eat me out of wealth.”

“I still need to eat more. After all, you're paying, so I might as well bask in your glory.”

Little White held her chin high, her little demeanor exceptionally proud and indulgent.

Logan chuckled softly, not blaming her, his eyes filled instead with indulgence.

“Alright then, eat if you want to eat, there's no need for excuses. I'll indulge you. I'm not the sort to mistreat anyone.”

Only then did Little White feel satisfied, and she began to feast heartily.

Not just meat, but also wine.

A big mouthful of meat followed by a good drink, her bearing was magnanimous.

On the other hand, Logan, sitting opposite her, was the picture of cultured refinement.

Not to say that he was overly formal, but compared to Little White's manner of eating, he certainly appeared more cultured.

Little White scoffed loudly.

“Tch, what's with the act? You should be more like me.”

Logan glanced at her.

“You're a little Fox Demon, not some uncouth Ferocious Beast. Though you are a fairy, you shouldn't treat yourself like a wild animal. Try to be a bit more restrained. I'm not criticizing you; I'm just worried you'll upset your stomach by eating too much.”

Seeing that his concern was genuine, Little White retained her proud facade, but her actions indeed became gentler and more subdued.

After eating and drinking her fill, and with the wine having flowed three times, Little White was quite drunk.

Her fair cheeks were flushed red, and the wine bottle had slipped from her hands onto the table.

“Burp…”

A long belch escaped her, making her seem incredibly cute.

“Woo, Logan, I think I've drunk too much. I can't walk.”

“Would you like to transform back to your original form so I can carry you home, or shall we return to your space?”

“No.”

She rejected both suggestions outright, especially the latter, where her brows knitted so tightly they looked as though they could pinch a mosquito dead.

“I don't want to go into your space. It's stuffy and not fun at all. Who would go to that place if not for cultivation?”

Logan had no choice but to ask her again.

“Then what do you propose we do? We can't stay here forever, can we?”

Little White looked him up and down several times but couldn't focus properly.

Still, even swaying, she took steps toward him.

“Logan, I don't ask for anything else, just carry me, carry me home.”

The corner of Logan's mouth twitched. Was this really an inconsequential request?

It was quite bold, to be honest.

“Little White…”

He hadn't said anything yet when the little Fox Demon had already flung herself at him.

First into his arms and then wriggling to climb onto his back.

Like a clingy child.

“I don't care, I don't care, carry me, please carry me…”

A drunken child is extra clingy, persistently badgering Logan without letting go.

Chapter end

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