American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers! - Chapter 967 Xiao Mo's Gift to Dad

"of course can."

When the young man heard Mordred's request, he readily agreed.

Then Xiao Mo followed him and happily caught insects.

Seeing that there were people who liked insects, the young man took Xiao Mo to catch insects even though he was a little girl.

"Their larvae will live underground for a full 17 years. Imagine, 17 years in the dark underground, and then, at a certain time, they will come out from the ground at the same time as if they had agreed!"

He opened his arms and gestured, his tone full of wonder at nature.

"Hundreds of millions?!"

Mordred's little mouth opened slightly, and his green eyes instantly widened.

This was even more massive than the wars in her vague memory fragments.

"Wow!"

She couldn't help but let out a short exclamation, and subconsciously tightened her arms around the puppy, "Cool! More powerful than... more powerful than an army!"

Looking at the pure, shocked and excited expression on the face of the little blonde girl in front of him, Greg couldn't help but smile, and a joy of meeting a like-minded person surged in his heart.

"Yeah, it's amazing!"

Greg smiled and nodded, pointing to the wet grass and tree trunks beside the stream.

"Now is the season for them to emerge as adults. These white moths are the newly emerged adults of the Bruder cicada. I am collecting some samples for observation."

He shook the bottle in his hand.

Mordred held the puppy in his arms, and his little head looked around anxiously, as if hundreds of millions of cicadas would break out of the ground in the next second.

"no no no"

Greg quickly smiled and waved his hands, "The 10th generation of Bruder is widely distributed, but not that dense. However, the environment in this forest is good, so we should be able to find some."

He pointed to a tree trunk not far away and said, "Look, there's one that just stopped there."

Mordred's green eyes sparkled, filled with eagerness to try.

Grig looked at Mordred's serious expression and fumbled in a small canvas bag he carried with him. "I only have a net bag... But we can work together."

He pulled out a folded insect-catching net, unfolded it, and handed it to Mordred.

The net pole was a little long for her, but she could just barely hold it.

Greg patiently demonstrated the movements, his movements gentle and precise, "Don't use too much force, or you'll hurt their wings."

Mordred was overjoyed as if he had found a treasure. He took the capture net solemnly and fiddled with it clumsily but seriously, imitating Grigg's example.

Her little face was tense, as if she were carrying out a sacred knight's mission.

She carefully placed the puppy in her arms on a large dry rock nearby. The puppy whimpered, but was soon attracted by a passing butterfly.

Mordred lowered his voice, pointed at the white moth on the tree trunk, and whispered.

"Okay! Approach slowly, from the side..."

Glig whispered instructions like an experienced commander.

Little Mordred held her breath and tiptoed closer to the tree trunk, the long net pole swaying a little uncontrollably in her hand.

With a soft "puff" sound, the net successfully covered the target, and the white moth fluttered in panic in the net.

"Success!"

Mordred cheered quietly with excitement, his eyes shining with pure joy and accomplishment.

She carefully retracted the net bag, her movements were clumsy but extremely gentle, for fear of damaging the "trophies" inside.

Greg praised sincerely. He took out a glass bottle covered with gauze and said, "Here, move it into the bottle so you can see it more clearly."

In the following time, the woods beside the stream became a paradise for two "hunters" who were quite different in age but equally focused.

Like a knowledgeable guide, Greg showed Mordred the woodlice crawling slowly under the wet moss, the crabs peeking out of the cracks in the rocks, and the damselflies lightly touching the water by the stream.

Mordred, like a most loyal apprentice, waved the net bag that was a little too big for her, trying to catch the target pointed out by Greg.

It was not until noon, when it was already lunch time, that Mordred reluctantly parted with Greg.

Greg packed up his things, waved to her, and gradually disappeared into the forest path.

Mordred stood there until he could no longer see her back, then she carefully held the bottle with the white moth, picked up the puppy on the stone, and walked briskly towards the farm. She wanted to give the insects she caught to her father as a gift.

Padraic Farm.

"So you've been out in the wild catching bugs with people this morning."

"Yes, Father, this is a very cool bug, don't you like it?"

"No, of course I like it. Daddy likes any gift you give him. But little Morty, you should understand that you have to be wary of strangers."

Peter squatted down, put away the gifts, and straightened her collar which was stained with mud.

Young Mordred asked doubtfully.

"No, Dad certainly doesn't think so."

Peter stroked his head and said, "But you have to understand, Morty, we often rely on strangers' appearance and behavior as reliable clues to convey their inner feelings, and we tend to think that strangers are as consistent as they appear on the outside."

"However, we can only know a person's face but not his heart. People's hearts are often unpredictable, and their outward behavior may be deliberately maintained to achieve a certain purpose."

"I don't quite understand, Father. Do we need to distinguish between good guys and bad guys so clearly?"

Mordred felt that anyone who did not interfere with him and his father was a good person.

She doesn't really care about good guys or bad guys.

"Sometimes you need to distinguish, sometimes you don't. In general, don't trust strangers easily. You have to use your eyes to see clearly."

"Okay, Father."

As he watched Xiao Mo walk towards the living room, the smile on Peter's face gradually disappeared.

He called Chandler in the morning to ask about the police car deployment last night.

Chandler told himself about the tragic events that happened in the Grieg family, and suspected that the youngest son of the Grieg family, Tim Grieg, might know something.

Fortunately, this guy didn't do anything bad to Xiao Mo, otherwise Peter would have found this guy and killed him right now.

night.

Because little Mordred was too young, she slept with Peter for the time being.

Little Mordred lying on the bed, full of energy, doesn't seem to want to sleep at all"Father, please tell me a bedtime story."

"Okay, what story do you want to hear?"

Peter sat down in front of the bed, picked up a book and asked her.

Peter has been doing similar things since his grandfather was a child, and it has been passed down from generation to generation. Now Peter is very familiar with it.

"I want to hear the story of King Arthur."

"King Arthur?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, "You also know King Arthur?"

"Well, I always feel that there is a connection between her and me. I don't know what it is. Father, could she be my mother? I feel that this name has a deep connection with me, just like my father."

Young Mordred expressed his feelings.

You little brat are really sensitive. Altria is really your mother and your father at the same time.

After all, there is no one in this world like Saber, who can be a girl and can also be drugged to become a man.

"Dad doesn't know about your relationship with King Arthur, but Dad can tell you her story."

Peter coughed and whispered to her:

"In the legend of King Arthur, she pulled out the sword in the stone that no one could pull out, and eventually became king. Later, she got the sword of the king from the lady in the lake."

at the same timeJust as Peter was telling the story of Arthur, Tim Grieg, whom little Mordred had known during the day, secretly came to the vicinity of Neil's farm at night.

Standing outside the manor, he looked at Lana who was talking inside, and a complicated look appeared on his face.

Tim Glig was originally a classmate of Lana, but due to physical illness and mental problems, he missed school and received long-term treatment, which resulted in him repeating a grade and not being able to complete high school.

Looking at Neil, a fierce look appeared in Tim Greg's eyes.

He even killed his own mother, so he didn't care about killing this woman who tried to stop him.

(End of this chapter)