My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"I woke up... Mom is still sleeping, hush... Let's not wake her up."

The little girl said to Malone seriously.

"Oh, good... but Maria, why don't you keep sleeping?"

After being taught by Maria, Malone quickly lowered his voice.

"I can not sleep!"

Although Maria's expression is not clear, Malone can clearly hear the distress in the little girl's voice.

"Can't sleep? Why?"

Ma Long asked a very boring question.

"I miss Dad!"

Maria replied in a low voice.

Ma Long was stunned for a moment, trying to say something, but finally remained silent-Maria's father, Vera's husband, died in Stormwind when the orcs invaded.

Although Malone didn't know how the widow and orphan escaped and encountered the refugee team led by Elro Eberlock, he knew it must be difficult.

Maria is just over six years old today, and she has encountered such a thing; if it weren't for the orc invasion, she would be very happy now, right?There is a good mother like Vera, and...

Thinking of this, Ma Long sighed and reached out and touched the little girl's soft and smooth short hair. Reminiscent of what Maria said just now, Ma Long had to admit that this little girl is indeed very well-behaved and sensible.

Although she was terribly scared, she would wake up in a nightmare at night, but Maria did not add to her mother's burden; not long ago, she did not forget to remind Ma Long not to wake Vera who was asleep...

For such a sensible little girl, the fate imposed on her is too heavy...

"Before I couldn't sleep... Mom and Dad would tell me stories. But now Mom is asleep, she is very tired, I don't want to wake her... Sir Lothar, can you tell stories?"

Maria obediently allowed Malone to stroke the top of her head, while inquiring softly in a hopeful tone.(To be continued.)

48

"Story? Ah... I think about it... Um, yes, I will tell a story... Maria, would you like to hear it?"

Ma Long was stunned for a moment, and then immediately thought that he was an earthling who was familiar with "Andersen's Fairy Tales" and "The Grimm's Fairy Tales", and quickly replied.

"Then can you tell me a story?"

Maria continued to ask with her waxy voice.

"Yes, of course!"

Ma Long replied without hesitation-who would refuse such a pitiful request from a little girl?

Maria, who got the affirmative answer, looked very happy. She quickly climbed to Malone's side and lay down.

Ma Long was very happy to see that Maria did not treat herself as an outsider. He also lay down quickly, and of course he did not forget to put the quilt on Maria.

But it seemed that Maria needed more than just a quilt, because she quickly spoke again.

"Huh? Where's my pillow?"

The little girl asked softly.

"Oh, oh, here..."

Ma Long quickly raised his head in embarrassment, and gave Mary one of the two pillows stacked by him.

"Thank you, Sir Lothar."

The little girl took the pillow under her head politely, then turned her head to the side, staring at Ma Long without blinking.

"Ahem, then I'll start telling the story... A long time ago, there was a little girl about the same age as Maria, her name was Little Red Riding Hood..."

Facing Maria's expectant look, Ma Long felt that he could not let her down, so he began to tell the popular fairy tale.

...

"Finally, Little Red Riding Hood returned home safely, and when we saw Mom, our story ended."

When he said this, Ma Long finally breathed a sigh of relief-he also just learned that telling fairy tales to children is not so easy.

At least, while recalling the content of the story, while rounding out the details in your own words, you must also pay attention to whether Maria is asleep. For Malone, it is not easy work at all.

"ended?"

Maria was still not asleep, but she seemed to like the story.

"ended."

Malone replied.

"Little Red Riding Hood doesn't have a father, only a mother...just like me."

Maria said suddenly.

"Huh? This, I..."

Malone didn't expect Maria to notice this detail. He opened his mouth quickly, but he didn't know what to say awkwardly-he had known that he should add a little Red Riding Hood's dad himself.

"But I don't have a grandma... I don't know if those cakes are delicious."

Fortunately, Maria was just a little girl after all, and she quickly turned her attention away.

"If Maria wants to eat it, let her mother make it for you tomorrow, OK?"

Ma Long breathed a sigh of relief, then coaxed the little girl.

"Okay!... By the way, Rubes is also a wolf, but it is white, not a big bad wolf... Will Rubes eat me like the big bad wolf eats Little Red Riding Hood?"

It was obvious that Maria, like the other children, was very interested in cakes; she nodded in response to Malone's words, and began to worry about Rubes.

"Of course not, Rubes is a... good wolf, not cannibalistic."

Ma Long hurriedly replied-now he regrets to death in his heart, not to mention this story evokes Maria's memories of his father; telling this story at night will scare the little girl; let alone downstairs, it is true There was a big white wolf lying there sleeping... How good would it be to know what ugly duckling, Cinderella, etc. story you would tell?

"Then... can I make Rubes pretend to eat me and look in its stomach?"

Maria asked naively.

"No, absolutely not...Alright Maria, don't think about Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf anymore, let me tell you a separate story..."

In view of the fact that Maria's rich association ability has become more and more outrageous, Malone decided to change the subject before the little girl asked if she could cut Rubles' stomach to see if there was Little Red Riding Hood in it.