What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

Philbert's well-behaved appearance obviously pleased Saya. After the rain stopped, it took Philbert out to find food.

"Here, freshly grilled fish!"

Just as Philbert was about to take it, Saya urged him to wash his hands and face.

He felt that Saya was like his mother.

Although he had never seen his mother, he imagined that his mother would definitely be like this, meddling in everything.

He had a large piece of meat in his mouth and was spitting out the bones while making a noise.

Saya glanced at him and said, "Don't talk when you sleep or when you eat."

Filbert tilted his head, chewing some meat in his mouth, "What do you mean?"

"Don't talk when you're sleeping, and don't talk when you're eating."

The little golden retriever puffed out his cheeks and stuck out his tongue because it was so hot. "Why! Ah! It's hot!"

Saya said nothing, but pointed to his current situation.

Filbert was still confused, "But even if I don't say anything, the fish will still get hot!"

"So when you're concentrating on the food in your mouth, are you still not paying attention to the state of the food?"

Filbert pondered...

"It seems so, that makes sense!"

Saya: Brat...

"Then why can't you talk in your sleep?"

Saya's mouth twitched, "Talk to me after you finish eating your fish."

Filbert uttered an "oh" and covered his mouth with his palm.

Saya rolled it up with leaves and filled a glass with water.

"Be careful of the thorns, don't choke."

The little golden retriever nodded obediently, and then made another "oh" sound.

Saya doesn't care about him anymore. Let him play however he wants. It's really a torture to take care of a child!

After Philbert finished eating, he looked at his greasy little hands and then at Saya's white fur.

He consciously went to the lake to wash his hands and mouth.

He walked over to Saya and tugged at its small bag.

Then it received Saya's wary gaze.

"Your fruit and fish are all given by me."

Filbert nodded dumbly, "Yeah, you gave it to me."

"I was the one who saved you last time, and this time too."

"Yes."

Saya tugged at the shoulder bag on her body to keep it away from Filbert.

"So this is mine, do you have any objection?"

Filbert shook his head, "No!"

Saya nodded, "Okay, what do you want to say."

The little golden retriever's eyes lit up. "I can follow you this time, right? I already know a lot!"

“I can do the laundry!”

"I have no clothes."

Philbert: Dead

"I can cook."

“I can cook, too.”

Philbert: Dead

"I can sew."

"No clothes."

Philbert: Dead

"Boiling water?"

"Sorry, I drink natural purified water."

Philbert: Dead

"Make the bed!"

"meeting."

Philbert was completely disheartened.

How come this fox knows everything? This way he has no room to display his skills!

"Rich! Yes, I have money!"

So Saya circled around him a few times.

"It doesn't look like it."

Seeing a turning point, Philbert immediately expressed his language ability eagerly.

"My family has it. If they don't, I can earn it when I grow up."

"make a deal!"

Saya immediately raised his claws and slapped Philbert.

"If you don't mind, I can ask your guardian for it later."

Filbert was stunned. He was even more confused about what Saya said. Why later? Now is also possible.

Saya: You don’t understand, your so-called guardians don’t have much money nowadays.

"Let me make it clear first, you can come to see me during the day, but you must go back to your place at night." He didn't want to get involved in any royal disputes.

Filbert nodded and whispered into Saya's ear, "Are you afraid of them too?"

"Not really. I don't have a bed as big as yours."

Filbert nodded silently, "Then you can sleep with me!"

"I don't have a bed as small as yours."

Saya: "Thank you, I want to sleep on the big one."

There is no way. People can always bend and stretch, and the same is true for foxes.

After all, what is it saving money for!

It wanted to buy a comfortable mat, but it had no idea how many times it had washed the animal's fur, and it still smelled fishy.

Of course it would be best if it could buy its own house, because it can't get used to living in caves or tree holes.

But what can a fox that has no money and can't make any money do now? It has no choice but to rely on rich people.

So although Philbert failed to let Saya kidnap him with his skills, he successfully kidnapped Saya with his own big bed.

Also because of the dispute over the bed, Philbert never moved again for the next ten years.

Saya: What should I do if the owner moves out and the house is transferred? What about my bed?

Saya: This house is no longer just your personal property!

Philbert thought of the past and burst out laughing.

He never imagined that there was such a lovely reason behind Saya's love of money.

After hearing this, a smile spread across Alvin's lips.

He recalled what the young man had said casually after carefully analyzing the situation with him. It turned out that what he said afterwards was what he really wanted.

There was a smile in his eyes. How could there be such a cute little animal?

"But you've been sleeping together for so many years, and it hasn't even once revealed its human form!"

Speaking of this, Philbert's face began to turn red again, thinking of Saya's appearance just now.

Thinking back to how he had always hugged it over the years, and the two of them changing generations, Philbert felt that he was speechless.

Alvin patted Filbert's shoulder meaningfully.

"Philbert should be 17 this year, right? It looks like the palace is about to start preparing for Philbert's coming-of-age ceremony."