There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

Durkan was a little puzzled.

(Shouldn't it be me and Morion, and Cornelia and Cat Teacher?)

Durkan wanted to express something, but Morion didn't give him the pen and paper at all.

And the cat teacher also jumped on Morion's head, as if he was determined to be with Morion.

(Since when did you have such a good relationship with this old fox...)

Durkan wanted to complain.

But it seems that seeing my cat has a mind of its own.

I just feel helpless.

Durkan and Cornelia looked at each other.

Not too tangled.

They slept on both sides of the spacious big bed.

Then soon fell asleep.

Make sure both of them are asleep.

Morion and Mr. Cat started communicating.

Morion was sitting at the desk, while Mr. Mao was lying on the desk writing and scratching.

It started giving Morion one-on-one tutoring, catching up on the plots that Morion missed.

These are all the stories it asked from Cornelia when it was with Cornelia.

"The first chapter, we have to start with the boy meeting the girl. They were still two people at that time, no, Cornelia was still human at that time, and Dekan was not quite human anymore..."

171 Teacher Cat and Morion Ippen Meet

Late at night in the mansion, in this room full of classic atmosphere, Morion just sat under the surrounding lights, quietly lowered his head, and watched the story Mr. Mao wrote on the paper for him.

One person and one cat are not saying a word, but they are communicating efficiently.

In the quiet room, there are only the slight rustle of pens being drawn on the paper, and the soft and steady breathing of Durkan and Cornelia.

I don't know how long it took.

"That's the story so far Meow."

Teacher Mao lay down on the table and finished writing the last stroke.

Morion nodded.

He showed a satisfied expression.

And very much looking forward to the next story.

He turned his head and looked at Durkan and Cornelia who were lying on the bed, sleeping soundly like babies, and felt relieved.

Morion would check every once in a while whether the two of them had woken up.

Because he was worried that the story would watch, and Durkan would suddenly appear behind him, and then stare at him with a very terrifying expression.

Morion had no doubts that Durcan could do such a thing.

But okay.

Maybe it's because Durkan and Cornelia can feel each other's side, so even in the most dangerous place in this sixth-order shadow world, they feel very at ease.

Morion took the pen from Mr. Cat, rubbed Mr. Cat's head like Durkan, and wrote on the paper:

"Speaking of Mr. Cat, I have a question I wanted to ask from the very beginning, why do you have to add '喵' at the end of your words when you write?"

In fact, Morion has been puzzled since the night.

But I kept holding back and didn't ask.

However, when Teacher Cat saw Morion's question, he waved his front paw in an instant, and angrily grabbed the pen from Morion's hand.

"Meow meow! I want you to take care of it! This is my habit meow!"

Teacher Mao controlled the pen and wrote down these words vigorously on the paper.

Seems annoyed at Morion's questioning.

Morion smiled helplessly, and wanted to touch Teacher Mao's head again.

But this time Mr. Cat escaped.

I don't touch him anymore.

Just when they made a little noise, Durkan rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Taking advantage of Durkan's bleary eyes for the time being, Morion and Teacher Mao quickly reached an agreement to hide all the papers on the table.

"?"

Durkan looked at them with puzzled eyes.

(Did you criticize me sharply just now?)

Durkan stared at the desk with a little disdain, and said softly.

Teacher Cat and Morion shook their heads in unison.

(Ah.)

Judging by their slightly exaggerated reactions, Durkan can be sure that they have just judged him sharply.

But Durkan doesn't care about that.

As long as he isn't gossiping about him like a little girl, he doesn't care much.

No longer paying attention to the cat and the old fox, Durkan turned his attention to the clock hanging on the wall.

Although it was still a little early, it was not far from the middle of the night.

(How about, do you want to change shifts?)

Morion asked softly.

Durkan shook his head and looked at Cornelia who was still sleeping soundly.

(Let her sleep a little longer.)

"!"

Seeing Dekan's gentle eyes and tone, Morion couldn't help but hugged Teacher Mao, who also became extremely excited and waved his limbs.

"..."

Durkan frowned and looked at the man and the cat.

Are you trying to express disapproval or approval?

And are you happy or sad?

Durkan felt that since Mr. Mao and Morion got acquainted, sometimes he felt like he had a serious illness for no reason.

Durkan: (You really have a prejudice against me, right?)

Teacher Cat: (No meow.)

Morion: (How come, those who have prejudice against you have either gone to the underworld, or they must be in the queue.)

......

In this way, the three of them chatted softly for a while, and Durkan saw that the time was almost up.

So Durkan walked to the other side of the bed and patted Cornelia's slender shoulder lightly.

"..."

Cornelia opened her eyes, as if she could enter a fighting state at any time.

However, when she saw Durkan's expression, she immediately relaxed again.

Even drowsiness picked up a bit.

(Go to the sofa, if you are sleepy, you can rest for a while.)

Durkan said.

Cornelia nodded, quickly got up from the bed, then walked to the sofa and sat down quietly.

late at night.

Morion and Mr. Cat soon went to lie down and rest.

And Durkan and Cornelia are sitting on the sofa together on duty.

In fact, Morion and Teacher Mao are at a disadvantage.

Because it is uncertain when Countess Liselina will knock on the door in the middle of the night and report to them on the completion of the task.

However, Mr. Mao is a night owl, and he can paddle in Durkan's shadow during the day.

And since Morion was rarely so kind, even if he didn't know the reason, Durkan didn't bother to investigate.

These two guys just want to say bad things about him together.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The room was even quieter than before.

Cornelia seemed to be a little sleepy, she just woke up in the middle of the night and could easily resume her previous sleepiness.

So she leaned on the sofa and dozed off, and then she tilted her head and leaned on Durkan's shoulder.

And Durkan just sat quietly, as motionless as a chess player.

He looked at the paintings on the wall of the room, thinking about something.

"..."

Seems like a hunch.

Durkan always felt as if he had eyes on him.