The Knight from the Fairytales-Chapter 8: This guy is really stupid

This situation provided a unique sense of security - the little girl had accepted him, this wolf. That meant the knight wouldn't suddenly jump out shouting warnings and chop his head off.
When you thought about it, he was just a wild wolf who had inexplicably arrived in this place, originally just wanting to fill his stomach and survive.
But he never expected he'd almost lost his life in the process. Fortunately, the knight was kind.
Yes, kind. This world also had hunters, and whether it was hungry wolves or fierce tigers, their reputation wasn't exactly great.
Regardless, he had crossed the first hurdle. Now he just needed to cling tightly to this little girl in front of him.
The wolf's head was being stroked by Little Red Riding Hood. It was clear no one could resist a fluffy pet, let alone a little girl like her.
The wolf could only endure being petted against his will. He could sense the knight was still observing from outside - this was his beastly intuition. Mainly because the knight was just standing in the bushes watching, not even bothering to hide it.
Beihai rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Actually, there were too many versions of the Little Red Riding Hood story. More versions meant more variations.
It was undoubtedly the fairy tale with the most creative adaptations, including versions where Little Red Riding Hood was a witch who had lived thousands of years.
There were also horror versions of Little Red Riding Hood, adult versions (which we won't discuss further), and game versions. Many people enjoyed taking originally beautiful things and deliberately staining them with darkness.
But at first glance, this Little Red Riding Hood seemed like an underage girl, maintaining her proper appearance and interests. What girl doesn't like fluffy toys?
Moreover, this Little Red Riding Hood didn't seem to understand the danger of wolves, completely unaware of what wolves symbolized in fairy tales.
After all, whether in Three Little Pigs, stories about rabbits, or Little Red Riding Hood, wolves mostly played the role of textbook villains.
Looking at it this way, he could rest assured.
She wasn't a witch, wouldn't suddenly pull out intestines, and wouldn't be pounced on by the wolf in front of her to perform adult scenes.
Thinking this, Beihai crouched down and slowly concealed himself, disappearing from the wolf's view.
The knight's disappearance made the wolf sigh with relief, though the other might still be secretly observing.
But it was still better than having that guy standing nearby watching his every move.
Little Red Riding Hood stroked him a bit more before hugging him tightly, then spoke words that were extremely insulting to the wolf: "Hello there, little doggy."
The term "little doggy" struck the wolf's ears like a thunderbolt. Wolves were free creatures who hunted and survived relying on their packs, while dogs were beings that groveled at human feet, wagging their tails to beg.
These were completely different existences. But, but so what!
Whether wolf or dog, weren't they both just trying to survive?
"Are you stupid? This is the forest! How could you think I'm a dog?
Are you an idiot? Have you never seen a wolf before?"
Little Red Riding Hood's hand paused while stroking the wolf's head, then she cupped his face and examined it carefully.
"Oh! Little doggy, what's your name?"
This was no longer insulting - this was provocation and mockery. He had already given her hints, yet she still insisted on calling him a dog.
The wolf grew angry. Although he did somewhat resemble a stray dog right now, that was only under duress. Damn little meatball, the moment I gain freedom, I'll definitely devour you!
"Didn't I already say? I'm not a dog, and how could I possibly have a name?"
After he retorted, a sign suddenly emerged from the bushes, displaying the wolf's name along with an unsheathed sharp sword.
And so the wolf acquired a name for the first time. Honestly, just calling such a beast "wolf" was fine enough, "stray dog" would work too - did it really deserve a name?
"Robert, is it? So your name is Robert."
"That's right, I'm Robert. It's a wonderful name, given to me by a kind knight."
As Robert spoke, he shed tears of gratitude. As for how much was actually gratitude... well, that's none of your business. Anyway, I'm shedding tears.
Little Red Riding Hood became somewhat flustered and began wiping away Robert's tears.
"You must be very close with that knight! Don't cry, crying will make you less handsome."
"I can't cry anymore, I really can't. My tear ducts have dried up completely."
And so Little Red Riding Hood and Robert's first friendly meeting turned out surprisingly warm.
Robert even led Little Red Riding Hood along a small path, picked some flowers, and helped place them in her basket to take back for her mother to admire.
After all, while the main road was easier to walk, the small paths had beautiful butterflies and lovely flowers.
When Little Red Riding Hood picked these flowers, she was genuinely happy because they were so beautiful. Picking a little red flower to show her mother, and also for her grandmother.
Little Red Riding Hood wore a happy smile on her face, a genuine laugh from the heart, presenting the most classic image - red hood, golden hair.
It had to be said, she looked really beautiful when she smiled. As for how to describe it... perhaps no princess here would be ugly, and none of the story protagonists would be unattractive either.
After all, according to descriptions, everyone loved this little girl, loved her to bits.
Even the impatient Robert was momentarily captivated at this moment. This little meatball looked so adorable when she smiled - wouldn't she taste even more delicious?
"Hey, Robert, can we be friends?"
Little Red Riding Hood's sudden question saved Robert, who had been staring somewhat mesmerized, almost drooling.
Fortunately she reminded him early, otherwise along with the drool, his head would probably have stayed behind too. Though he couldn't see the knight now, he still felt constantly watched.
Coming back to his senses, Robert instinctively refuted. For some reason, due to someone's intimidation, he was becoming more and more like a little dog.
But then again, wolves could indeed be domesticated. Among all the fierce beasts, many were difficult to subdue and tame.
Sometimes when they didn't get enough to eat, they would even attack their masters. But wolves seemed to be an exception - dogs had become human companions, part of human families.
"Sigh, how could I possibly be friends with a human?
And don't misunderstand - I'm a wolf! I'm just forced into this situation right now.
To be honest, once I gain my freedom, I'm going to devour you."
"But you're not a wolf? Mom said... superiors are wolves, subordinates are dogs.
Mom also said... um, actually she never said wolves were bad creatures."
"In human society, you'd definitely be called a naive sweetheart. Heh, so foolish."