Type Moon, My servant is Tom Chapter 110

Chapter 139: Spike: As long as Master is happy

Looking at the empty space beneath the scooter seat, Bai Song's emotions were complicated, very complicated.

As an ordinary person, someone who had never owned an electric scooter before his transmigration, he had never truly experienced the feeling of having his battery stolen. In the past, whenever he saw someone's battery being stolen on TV or his phone, he would only feel a sense of amusement.

However, now that he had transmigrated into the so-called Type-Moon world, a world with magic, he unexpectedly experienced the feeling of having his battery stolen for the first time in his life. This made Bai Song feel speechless.

Although the scooter itself was stolen from Ryuunosuke... did that matter? No, it didn't matter! What mattered was that "his" battery had been stolen!

"Damn, who the hell would steal a battery?" Bai Song became more and more angry as he kicked the scooter. Although he was furious, he held back his strength, afraid that he would accidentally overturn the scooter. After all, once he recovered the battery, he would still need to ride this scooter. He couldn't afford to damage it.

In any case, the current situation clearly indicated that his battery had been stolen by Cú Chulainn!

It must have been because Cú Chulainn felt humiliated after being beaten up by Spike earlier. Then, when he was thrown in the direction of Bai Song's parked scooter, he noticed it and stole the battery because he had possibly been trailing Bai Song.

Just thinking about it, Bai Song felt that Cú Chulainn was incredible. He was an actual Heroic Spirit, yet he could stoop so low and commit such a despicable act. He had absolutely no principles.

Bai Song never could have imagined that he would go out and "freeload" for a while, only for his battery to be stolen.

"No, I can't swallow this!" Bai Song slapped the scooter seat and immediately decided to pursue Cú Chulainn, take revenge, and retrieve his battery.

"I'll beat him up and take back my battery!"

As a normal person, Bai Song had a strong vindictive nature.

After making up his mind to chase after Cú Chulainn, Bai Song no longer procrastinated. Instead, he reached into his back pocket.

Earlier, when he realized that the pieces of cloth on the ground were fragments of Cú Chulainn's clothing, being someone with a serious collector's obsession, Bai Song felt that they had great collectible value.

So, Bai Song picked up a piece of Cú Chulainn's clothing and tucked it into his back pocket.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the piece of cloth had a purpose. After retrieving the fragment of Cú Chulainn's clothing from his back pocket, Bai Song brought it close to Spike's nose, attempting to let him recognize the scent belonging to Cú Chulainn on the torn fabric.

"Spike, give it a sniff."

Upon hearing Bai Song's words, Spike, who had been nibbling on his red spear, unaware of what was happening, reluctantly placed it on the ground. He then leaned in and carefully sniffed the piece of cloth.

After Spike finished sniffing the fabric, Bai Song immediately asked, "How is it? Can you trace this scent?"

Facing Bai Song's question, Spike nodded confidently. After all, he was a dog. Do you not understand the value of a dog's nose in tracking scents? In this team of a human, a cat, a mouse, and a dog, Spike dared to claim he had the number one dog's nose. No one else could claim to be the second best.

After nodding, Spike pointed his right paw in the direction that Cú Chulainn and the others had left.

Seeing how sharp Spike's sense of smell was, Bai Song was pleased. "Good job, Spike, you're a really good dog!"

Hearing Bai Song's praise, Spike nodded proudly but then felt a bit confused. He couldn't help but scratch his head, wondering if his master was truly praising him.

However, Spike didn't have time to dwell on that, as Bai Song suddenly grabbed his red spear. Spike immediately became a bit flustered. What's going on? Was his master trying to take away his food?

Noticing Spike's slightly resentful gaze, Bai Song casually explained, "Don't worry, I'll just borrow it for a while. I'll return it to you later."

Bai Song's explanation only made Spike more bewildered. It was like someone suddenly coming up to you and saying, "Don't worry, I'll just borrow your wife for a while. I'll give her back to you tomorrow." Who could handle that?

After grabbing Spike's red spear, Bai Song swung his leg over and sat on Spike's back, using him as a mount to chase after Cú Chulainn. The dog leash also doubled as reins.

At this moment, Bai Song had become a dog knight... well, it felt a bit odd to say that. But if you were to see Bai Song's current appearance, you could overlook the peculiar title of dog knight.

At this moment, Bai Song was dressed in a long-sleeved T-shirt, with Tom the cat wrapped around his neck, wearing white gloves matching Tom's color on his hands, and Jerry's head peeking out from the pocket of his pants. He was riding on the back of an oversized bulldog, holding a crimson spear in his right hand.

Lastly, Bai Song once again put on his black headgear, only revealing his eyes and mouth, transforming into the appearance of a Middle Eastern militant. With this outfit, who would have the time to mock the title of dog knight?

Even if someone wanted to criticize Bai Song, they probably wouldn't even know where to start. As long as others didn't know where to criticize, there would be no point in doing so!

"Charge, Spike! Towards the direction Cú Chulainn is fleeing!" Bai Song commanded, pulling the dog leash, which he referred to as the "rein," and declaring their battle readiness.

Upon hearing Bai Song's command, Spike, who Bai Song was riding on, dashed off towards the direction where Cú Chulainn was escaping. However, despite Spike's enthusiastic pursuit, one could tell from its expression that it was not happy.

Spike couldn't be more miserable right now. First, its beloved possession was forcibly taken away by its owner, and now its owner was even riding on its back, in intimate contact with its beloved possession. Just thinking about it made Spike feel a headache coming on.

Moreover, if it were any other dog, cat, or mouse, it could forcefully retrieve its beloved possession. But the one who took away its beloved possession was its owner. How could Spike take it back? It was impossible!

In response to this situation, Spike could only express, "As long as the owner is happy." *Sadness.jpg*

Regardless of what Spike was thinking at this moment, Bai Song, who was riding on its back, had no idea. All he knew was one thing—it was time for the hunt!