Chapter 7:

Pascal is not a qualified breeder, and likewise, Gela is not a worrying breeder. All this makes their lives full of discordant episodes. Pascal teased Jella badly, and in some ways had unexpectedly strict requirements on it; Jella was so miserably bullied that she would use her cleverness to find a place in the back-have to say that the lionesses treat it His attention and distrust of Pascal's role as a breeder has helped him a lot.
"Don't blame him, dear." The lionesses licked Jella's soft hair affectionately after uniting to help Jella scold Pascal: "Although we all know that Lord Pascal is taking care of the young lions It ’s terrible, but it ’s all because he has n’t been with the little lion. He loves you, baby, otherwise he wo n’t adopt other people ’s children, even if you exist like us.

Love? Jella shuddered all over. Yeah, ‘love’ ca n’t wait to eat it in the belly. The first time they met, it made the Lion King ugly, it made him lose face in front of the rabbits. Yes, this is their bad start. After that, in order to get revenge on the Lion King, he didn't choose to bite it. Instead, he kept it as a reserve grain and kept it in the anxiety that he could be eaten anytime, anywhere.
Only in this way can we explain the irritable and abnormal attitude of the Lion recently, isn't it? Who will patiently treat grain reserves? Jella was thinking wildly, and the lionesses spoke again.
"Don't look at Master Pascal who has always lost his temper lately, but in fact that is because-because of his nervousness. The lions are too fragile, and the rate of death of the cubs is extremely high ... Master Pascal is only worried about you. "
I remembered the scene where the Lion King came to see him. Whenever his condition improved, he nodded with satisfaction, and then threatened himself with bad words to get better quickly; and when his condition became worse, it happened. When it gets worse, he will be very angry, always staring at himself with his threatening eyes, as if thinking about whether to rip it with his sharp minions before he sees God Throat.
In the eyes of the lionesses, Pascal was worried about his performance, but only Gela understood that Pascal was worried that he would die before he could teach it well. Gela never thought how important she was to that lion.
"Hey, little Jella, don't be upset, come and smile-it's because we have driven you away from Master Pascal." Sarah, the only lioness with a husband, said, "Oh, we Displeasing Lord Pascal, Sean will definitely be punished by Lord Pascal. "Then, the lioness showed a sad expression:" But Jella didn't even give us a smile. "
Under the tender offensive of the lionesses, Gela quickly disarmed and surrendered.
It was lying on the ground with its belly turned, and the lioness licked its cheek lovingly or teased it with the tip of its tail. I don't know if it's because of her nature. When Jella saw the lioness's furry tail swaying in front of her, she couldn't help but want to grab it.
The lionesses smiled happily as they watched the little lion return without success over and over again, showing a bulging expression.
Pascal, who had just repaired the male lions in the lions one by one, went into the cave and watched the lionesses play with the little lions. His already unpleasant complexion became darker.
The moment Pascal came in, Jella rolled over quickly, raising her fur alertly.
The lionesses looked at Pascal dissatisfied: "Master Pascal, you scared Jella. You know, the cubs are very fragile, you should be gentle."
"Fragile? Oh yes, it looks particularly vulnerable under your care. I even wonder if it will grow into a qualified male lion in the future. You get used to it!" Pascal's voice sounded Some anger went bad.
The little guy has an opinion on him as a breeder. He always knows that the little guy is always afraid and alienated when facing himself. Pascal originally thought that this was the normal state of the male lion and the young lion-that was how he got along with his father during his infancy.
But he did not expect that he would be so angry and frustrated when he saw the little guy and the lioness getting along well. It likes them and needs their care, and they like it too. As if only Pascal as a genuine adopter himself was excluded, poor, lonely ...
Stop!
Pascal was chilled by the adjective that popped out of his mind. He was never a cowardly lion that didn't pay much attention and needed a sense of presence.
However, after this absurd idea flashed in his mind, Pascal seriously considered the reason. Perhaps getting the closeness and trust of Jella-yes, just like Jella and the lionesses in front of him-was what he really looked forward to.
So what should he do? Like these lionesses to play with Jella every day? It sounds pretty good. So, occasionally ‘peace’ with Gela? Oh, he always thinks that he has always been 'genial' except when educating Gela.
So, a few days later, the name was to accompany the adoptive son to play, but a male lion with a tail to tease the adoptive son was kicked out by the lionesses and touched his nose.
Well, there is a problem that is terrible. Our Pascal has never understood the difference between 'playing with others' and 'taking others as toys'.
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By the time the first snow fell, Jella's injury was already healed.
It has been raised deliciously and recently, and has a lot of fluff on its body, which makes it not so afraid of cold.
Gela looked curiously at the white crystals in front of her. She originally thought that she should be living in a tropical region such as the African grassland, but she did not expect that there was still winter.
While Gela was healing, many races were busy preparing for food-poor winters. The Ghana Lions, where Gela was once, is no exception.
The Pascal Lions are still the same as before, and they have not moved too much grain into their nests.
In the words of the lions in the Pascal Lions, "We are a stylish group, we don't eat carrion."
Not eating carrion means that the lions of the Pascal Lions have to hunt whenever they need food. Of course, this is because the lions in the Pascal Lions have confidence in their strength. This leisurely and leisurely lifestyle falls in the eyes of others, but it is not so attractive.
Ryan once stared at the border of the Pascal Lions while patrolling the territory to look for prey, and said gloomily: "When the prey is not found in the territory, your group of incredible guys will die! "Of course, it was heard by the passing lion, Remy, that he was fattened.
Closer to home, because the winter has just begun, many hunters have stored rich grain before this, greatly reducing the risk of going out. Gela was allowed to move around the Pascal Lions territory, and the lioness Claire was not far from it. It is certainly safe to stay in the lair, but this will make the young lion lose its wildness. No matter how much the lionesses love Jella, they won't do it.
Therefore, the lionesses planned to have one of their sisters take Jella out for insight. If you encounter any small prey, you can let Jella practice. If anything happens, she can stop in front of Jella in the shortest time to protect the safety of the little lion.
Creel and Gera gradually moved away from the center of the lair. They didn't sway in the grasslands, which would bring warning to their prey. Only fools would do so.
Now, with her body bowed, she walked carefully in the half-height grass, and her flesh pad made her walk silent. Gela followed suit and followed Claire closely. It has always been a good student in terms of hidden body. When the lions of Ghana hunt, it always follows them silently. Of course, over time, the lions of the Ghanaian lions were found, but their prey was almost never found by Jella.
Claire cast a grateful look at Gera, and Gera could almost imagine that she said in her sweet, greasy voice, "Dear, you're great." Like her sisters, she was overwhelmed with enthusiasm.
They soon found the target of a hunting practice-a nest of rabbits.
I have to say that this is really a group of unlucky guys, who are obviously hidden, but they are still out of the senses by Kierel.
"Jela, listen, pounce on it, bite their throat with your teeth, and believe me, you can do it." Creel whispered to Jella.
The rabbits, surrounded by Claire and Gera, a lion, a lion, and a lion, stayed. They had expected that they would be eaten by hunters while foraging, but they never thought that they would be blocked by lions one day. It is still a guinea pig for hunting pups! Oh, should they feel honored?
"Why is that unlucky again! I knew it would be fine when I touched it!" I don't know if it was too flustered or too excited, and Mr. Rabbit was messy in the wind.
"What are you talking about? Honey, we are trapped by the lion, we're done!" The mother rabbit reluctantly hid the children in her arms, as if doing so, the two lions could not see her cubs.
"Look at that lion cub-haven't you recognized it yet?" Mr. Rabbit's ears were tilted towards Jella.
Mother Bunny looked at Jella in confusion, then covered her mouth: "Oh my God, it's this! This cub abandoned by the Ghana Lions has been trying to catch us in traps! Remember, dear, That day, we escaped its trap, but a mighty male lion fell into it ... "It turned out that the rabbit family and Jella were still old acquaintances, and the indissoluble bond had long since ended.
"This group of rabbits is really interesting." Claire looked at the rabbits who were talking to themselves in front of the lion, and they didn't know whether they should be 'brave' or if they were too rough.
"Take this opportunity, dear." Claire took the opportunity to educate the young lion: "Remember, never slacken in front of your enemies."
"You're right, unfortunately, you understand that, but Pascal doesn't understand it." A deep sigh came, and a black leopard gracefully stepped out of the jungle, its posture made him look uneasy. It looks like a big cat, but it looks like a nobleman.
According to common sense, a lion would never fear a leopard, but Claire instinctively felt the threat from the black panther.
If it hadn't been for the leopard's sudden voice, she wouldn't have realized it at all; if he had planned to sneak attack, it is likely that he had succeeded now. With that in mind, Claire's body rose uncontrollably.
A strange scene appeared in front of the many creatures on the prairie: The lion standing on the top of the predator stared at a leopard, while the leopard who should have turned away fluffed his head lazily, Facing the lioness in front of her in a sloppy gesture, she did not look at her in the slightest.
A burst of exclamation broke the silence between the two.
The soil beneath Jella's feet became restless in an instant, and a piece of mud should have sunk in the middle, becoming like a swamp. Before Jella had time to respond to this, his small body was trapped, stuck in Gela's waist.
"Oh, no!" Claire rushed over and took a sip of Jella to keep it from sinking-fortunately this wasn't a real swamp, otherwise she would not be able to save Jella but would make the situation worse.
"High-level elemental master ... you are the master of the city ..."
Claire is also a soil elementalist. She tries to let Jella's soil fall, so that she can pull Jella up. It is a pity that after Jella fell, the soil became extremely hard. Even if Claire used the power on the soil, she could not shake it.
The only elemental force that can make Claire the Earth Elementalist completely ineffective is the Earth Elementalist who is higher than her.
The Bunny family who had escaped from the disaster aside saw Claire and the new Panther had no time to control them, and left carefully. If now Claire or the new Mr. Black Panther looks back at them, they will ask in amazement whether this is a rabbit or an ant.
Although the rabbits were so funny to leave the predators that they weren't alarmed, no one is paying attention to them anymore, and they are fortunate enough to regain their lives.
Jela, who was still buried in the soil, was not as lucky as them. It's like teasing it, the soil surrounding it rises a little, until it hasn't touched its slender neck, pressed against its little nose, then stopped. The Black Panther clearly has the ability to bury Gela directly, but chooses a way to make it the most uncomfortable.
Jella was desperately trying to raise her head because she couldn't breathe, like a sleepy beast-no, it was a sleepy beast. Unfortunately, it cannot pose any threat to its existence.
Claire saw that there was no way to release Jella's imprisonment, and flew towards the Black Panther with his teeth flashing. A spur of soil suddenly emerged from her surroundings. The black panther deftly avoided her slamming, and faced the rising spurs, but just patted it with the claws gently. The spurs were as if they were crushed and scattered in the air as soft. Soil grain.
"Look, in addition to the advantages of species, how can you these miscellaneous pieces compare to me? Your existence is simply a shame to the Creator." The black panther stared coldly at the spiritual power being disintegrated by it. Claire slumped aside.
"You're jealous that our beast is a lion! No way, who makes us have the purest Bramandney blood flowing on us." Although knowing that provoking each other is not a good idea now, Claire just can't help it Stay stabbing each other: "You are fighting us to deal with Master Pascal? I'm afraid I will let you down. I am just a subordinate of Master Pascal. Master Pascal will not fall into you because of me. Trap. "
"You can't do it, but what about this little cub?" Black Panther glanced at Jella with disappointment: "I heard, though, that Pascal accepted the little cub. There is not enough weight for a subordinate, then add his adoptive son how about it?"
As soon as the words fell, Gera and Claire were as if they were hit by a bang, their eyes were black and they lost consciousness.
At the same time, the lioness leader Vanna shook her ears and raised her head seriously from the prey: "I just heard Claire's cry for help! Looks like something happened to Claire and Gera! "