Bab 370: Chapter 33 Drawing Lots and the Lion_2

So Xiao Hofman's name was crossed out from the roll, and "Berlion from Nanxin Village" was added.

The ink on the register hadn't dried yet when Bell ran over, beaming: "Commander, I volunteer to serve in place of Mr. Wilkes!"

Winters finally understood how Mr. Michel felt when he grabbed the stick.

"What mess are you adding to?" he forced down the urge to give the brat before him a beating: "I haven't decided what to do with your new pet yet!"

…

Time rewound to five days earlier, inside the hunter's cabin.

Winters, Bell, and a cub—now barely larger than a cat but certainly destined to weigh hundreds of kilograms one day—were in the same room.

Bell quickly picked up the cub from the ground and held it in his embrace. The Little Lion uttered a dissatisfied groaning sound, struggling to climb onto Bell's shoulder.

"Sir, please don't kill it," Bell begged as he held the cub and stepped backward, nearly in tears.

Silence, which lasted for a good ten seconds.