The little thing was struggling hard.
Roger observed for a while.
He gently let go of her.
The pair of thin wings flapped the air desperately, but it was still unable to stop the tragedy of free-falling.
"It hurts!"
A weak groan came from the ground.
Roger bent down and asked without changing his expression, "
"Are your wings just for decoration?"
"Of course not!"
The little thing forced herself to sit on the dead leaf and said with some fear, "
"It's not that I can't fly."
"I'm just a little fat."
..
[ extraordinary perception: you can sense that the unknown creature in front of you is lying. ]
..
Roger snorted and said with ill intentions, "
"As food, being fat is an advantage."
The little thing immediately trembled in fear and stuttered, "
"Don't eat me, don't eat me! Kind sir ... Please, I beg you."
"Sandy has many abilities."
"If you can provide me with a place to stay, I will do my best to repay you!"
