HLM – Chapter 907 Scheming BOY

Parrots aren’t ducks or geese—they can’t secrete preen oil to make their feathers water-repellent. Once they fall into a pool, the commander became a soaked mess.

Of course, the same goes for the princess: once the white fox’s fur got wet, it turned into a big, soggy water rat.

But the princess didn’t care. She lunged at the commander with such urgency and heat that it was like a lecher pouncing on a busty lady in black stockings. Her eyes glowed with a mischievous green light.

The commander nearly peed itself. Struggling to stand, it saw the princess’s two eyes flashing that eerie green glow.

It recognized that look all too well. When the Fat Cat brothers first arrived, every time they looked at it, it was with that exact expression—like they were about to eat it!

Realizing this, it screamed in terror: “Ah! Help! I’m not tasty!”

Wang Bo quickly opened the sandbox to push the princess away. Just at that moment, the fountain sprouted a stream of water that fell perfectly between the princess and the commander.

The water gave the commander a chance to react. Flapping its wings and striding awkwardly in the water, it struggled to move forward.

It actually wanted to fly, but its wet feathers stuck together, making flight impossible.

So the commander could only run and squawk: “Ah! I’m not tasty! Ah! Help, help!”

It was like a villain in a movie finally defeating the last obstacle. The princess was startled by the water jet at first but quickly realized it wasn’t dangerous.

Crossing the water, she approached the commander with ill intent.

The political commissar hovering above froze, watching the scene. Flying anxiously in a circle, it suddenly dove like a bomber ready to strike!

The princess was unprepared, and the rising and falling water jets around them made it hard to see.

The commissar struck, pecking hard at her head.

After the hit, it immediately flew up again. After all, the princess was just a little fox, only the size of Wang Bo’s palm. By pure size, the commissar was not smaller than her.

Thus, the strike still had real impact, causing her to yelp in pain.

The commissar then flew around the fountain like a butterfly, taking advantage of opportunities to peck the snow fox on the head again.

The snow fox had to forget about eating the commander. Up close, it realized the commander wasn’t so easy to devour.

The commander was already an adult African grey parrot, 40 centimeters long—much bigger than the little fox.

Previously, the fox’s fur had been dry and made her appear larger. Now, submerged, the commander’s feathers clung tight to its body, still keeping its imposing size. The little fox, by contrast, seemed much smaller.

Having a second-level Soul Heart, the commander had only been stunned earlier. Now, calm and seeing the little fox smaller than itself—and having been attacked twice by the commissar—it regained confidence.

A shocking scene unfolded for the little fox. Its supposed prey no longer panicked and ran away; instead, it turned to face her, spreading its wings and yelling: “Ah! I’ll bite you!”

The little fox blinked. “Wait, this isn’t right. When Mom hunted, these birds always ran—and most couldn’t escape. Mom would just pounce and eat them. Why aren’t these two running?”

The snow fox was never a warrior; their prey showed that. In the Arctic, animals like seals are abundant. They don’t attack unless scavenging with snow wolves or polar bears.

Parrots are even less brave, often too scared to even flee from predators.

But the commander and commissar weren’t ordinary parrots—they had Soul Hearts. The commander even had a second-level Soul Heart, making it incredibly smart. After a few attacks from the commissar, it realized this enemy wasn’t so fearsome.

The commander may not excel in other areas, but it knew how to bluff like a tiger.

Flapping its wet wings and splashing water everywhere, it shouted: “Ah! Come on! I’ll bite you!”

The princess hesitated. Perhaps it wasn’t fear, but awareness that the situation was unfavorable: both the commissar and commander were bigger, and one could fly.

After a moment’s hesitation, the commissar pecked her twice more. Finally, the princess decided to flee.

Agile, the snow fox climbed onto the fountain, leaped down, and dashed into the castle, finally shaking off the water.

The commander wanted to chase her but, alas, was clumsy compared to the fox. The 40 cm-high fountain was too tall. Unable to fly, it couldn’t escape.

Even though its jumping skills were excellent—trained relentlessly by the Fat Cat brothers when they ambushed it—the wet feathers and dripping water made jumps impossible. It could only scream in frustration from inside the pool.

Wang Bo watched with amusement. This time, the commissar had saved the commander’s life. Could this be the legendary act of repaying kindness for cruelty? He guessed the two little creatures might reconcile later.

But he had underestimated the parrots’ minds. After taking out the commander and bringing it closer, signaling a truce, the commander swung its wings, twisting the commissar’s neck: “Ah! Ah!”

The commissar quickly pecked back, yelling: “You bastard! Bad bird! Commander, you’re bad!”

Seeing the two little birds ready to fight again, Wang Bo groaned. He separated them, wanting to say a few words, but everything that needed saying had already been said—let fate decide.

Thus ended the skirmish between the parrots and snow fox with the parrots victorious. Yet the princess remained dissatisfied—or rather, her appetite for these two “prey” wasn’t quenched.

At dinner that night, she tried another sneak attack. The commander, grooming its feathers, nearly got knocked over, but alert as ever, it sprang up at the right moment.

Seeing the princess constantly scheming against it, the commander became angry.

Being clever, the commander knew it couldn’t overpower the snow fox by strength alone. Thinking for a moment, it flew into the kitchen and knocked over a bag of cat food.

Though the Fat Cat brothers, the Queen, and the “big cat brothers” primarily ate meat, every couple of days they switched to dog or cat food to improve their diet. The lynx, being a feline, could also eat cat food.

Moreover, they loved sweet flavors. Milk-sweet cat food was a favorite treat.

The snow fox, a glutton, pounced on the spilled cat food and began eating enthusiastically.

The commander observed coldly from above the cabinet.

Soon, the Fat Cat brothers, drawn by the aroma, arrived. Seeing the snow fox devouring their cat food—knocking over even the bag—they were furious!

How dare a mere little cabbage touch their food—such audacity! They wouldn’t even let the human caretakers touch their food, yet this snow fox had the nerve?