The warden who guards the witches

"The weather is really nice. It has been raining for two days, but the sun finally shines today." The wealthy businessman said casually, "By the way, when did you come back?"

"I came back the day before yesterday. This time I was invited to attend the wedding of the son of an old friend. His family lives in Rondale." Mr. Cage replied.

"The day before yesterday? I didn't see you." The wealthy businessman was surprised.

"I haven't gone out much in the past two days, and I went to bed early." Cage smiled kindly.

"It went too?" The wealthy businessman glanced at the shepherd dog.

"Yeah, I'm used to it."

The wealthy businessman nodded enviously: "I'm so envious. It's a military dog, unlike this one from mine... Hey, Kaguo, sit tight and calm down! You idiot, do you want to trip me up?"

The hound led by the wealthy businessman was crawling behind him very restlessly, with its tail between its legs and its head shrunk, looking like a coward.

Mr. Cage and he are neighbors. The two villas are not adjacent to each other, but the courtyards are adjacent.

Mr. Cage, who moved from the north about two years ago, describes himself as a linguistics professor who once taught at the university and has now resigned to focus on writing. He does have the bookish air of a scholar, but he does not live in seclusion like other scholars. Instead, he is away from home for a long time, saying that he is traveling to collect information.

This gentle middle-aged man actually lives alone in a single-family villa with only a dog for company. Except for occasionally hiring a maid to clean, the wealthy businessman never saw anyone else visit him.

Regarding the other party's family, the wealthy businessman never mentioned it when chatting. Sometimes this kind of topic would be a bit sensitive for a rich man living alone, so he wisely chose to avoid it.

But this did not prevent other inquisitive people from asking. He had heard from other neighbors who asked that Mr. Cage claimed that his son died young and was divorced not long after. The wealthy businessman has a happy family, but occasionally he will envy the other person's freedom - of course, if he really wanted to exchange this kind of family situation, he would not even kill him.

But there was one thing that he really envied, and that was Mr. Cage’s sheepdog. Although the coat color is not pure, it is extremely humane and will not bark or run around. It will only follow its owner quietly. And it is extremely smart and can understand human speech. Mr. Cage often talks to it. Of course, dogs cannot speak human speech, but this shepherd dog knows how to respond by shaking its head and nodding.

According to Mr. Cage himself, this is a retired military dog ​​entrusted to him by an officer friend of his. This dog is not big and has never shown any ferocity, but for some unknown reason, the wealthy businessman found that his hound Kaguo was particularly afraid of it.

Kaguo's physique is not inferior to that of his opponent, and he is very aggressive. He will bark a few times when he sees a dog bigger than him, but in front of Mr. Cage's sheepdog, he is like a frightened cat. When it arrives, it either turns around and runs away, or hides behind its owner with its tail between its legs.

In fact, Kaguo was not the only one. The wealthy businessman occasionally noticed that other dogs would take a detour with their tails between their legs when they saw this shepherd dog, as if there was some kind of class difference between the two that humans could not understand.

"You have such a good relationship with it. How should I put it... It's like there is some kind of tacit understanding of the soul. I really don't know how the army trains it." The wealthy businessman continued to praise him. He and his neighbor, the scholar, had a dog. There are few common topics.

"Yes, my old friend was trained directly in the army. I don't know the inside story." Mr. Cage smiled and nodded.

The dry conversation continued for a few more words, and the wealthy businessman talked about Mr. Cage's generous donation just now.

"Well, Mr. Cage, although saying this may sound a bit unsympathetic..." The wealthy businessman glanced at the beggar not far away and lowered his voice to avoid being heard, "To be honest, I feel like giving money to these refugees here. Some are not suitable.”

"They were just a bunch of poor homeless people, and I just gave them a small change."

"I mean, it's not appropriate 'here'. You don't know how many refugees have been begging on the streets during your absence for more than a month. Last month, there were still people begging for money from door to door in our place. There is no one in your home." , he kept shouting, "What the hell!" The wealthy businessman began to confide, "Do you think this money can be given to these refugees? Giving them easy benefits will only attract more beggars here. ”

"Really?" Mr. Cage nodded thoughtfully, "It seems I was careless."

"I used to sympathize with them, but then I realized that these people don't deserve sympathy at all. Some of them are lazy and only know how to stretch their hands, but few know how to work hard. A friend of mine who runs a shop in the south of the city was killed on the road last week. Someone stole the bag, and it was the refugees who did it!”

"This kind of thing cannot be generalized. If their hometown is not destroyed, who doesn't want to live a decent life?" Mr. Cage put forward a different opinion. "The unemployment rate is so high recently. Even if they want to work, there are so many jobs for them." So many people.”

"Shouldn't we defend our homeland with our own hands? If we go to other countries to live under the protection of others, how can we expect others to think highly of them? Humph!" the wealthy businessman sneered. He learned and sold these remarks from newspaper critics.

"It is always difficult for citizens of big countries to understand the situation of small countries. Not every country has the strength to maintain dignity. For some ethnic groups, appropriately abandoning dignity is irrelevant, because this is how they survive in the cracks." Cage Shaking his head, "Besides, haven't you heard, what role did the Kingdom play in this war?"

"Who knows if it's true? You can't believe all conspiracy theories. Maybe it's really a rumor made by Republicans?" The rich businessman was stubborn.

"That's right." Mr. Cage easily agreed again.

Rather than saying that he agreed with the other party's point of view, it's better to say that he had no intention of debating with his neighbor on current affairs.

At this time, the shepherd dog beside him gently bit his trouser leg and pulled it.

"Sorry, I have to go. The store will be closed later." Mr. Cage took off his hat and said goodbye.

"Okay, let's have a drink next time we have a chance." The rich businessman said politely.

This polite invitation has been made many times but has never been fulfilled. He can feel Mr. Cage's aura of being alone and not liking to make close friends.

"Okay, if there is a chance." Mr. Cage said and walked away.

Just after taking a few steps, a young gentleman who was turning his head to admire the sunset with his wife came towards him and almost bumped into him. Fortunately, the shepherd dog beside Mr. Cage called out in time.

"Oh sorry sir, I didn't look at the road." The young man stopped in time and apologized immediately.

"It's okay, I didn't pay attention." Cage replied familiarly, bypassing the other party and continued to walk forward.

As usual... the rich businessman shook his head.

I don't know why Mr. Cage has a special sense of presence. When walking on the road, there are often passers-by who are distracted and can't see him. Sometimes the rich businessman basks in the sun in the courtyard by himself, and at a certain point in time, he suddenly realizes that Mr. Cage has been sitting at the other end of the fence, as quiet as a tree.

The thin figure gradually walked away with the sheepdog. Just a turn, the rich businessman forgot about this encounter.