There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

She seemed to be afraid that she was still in a dream, and all this was just her fantasy.

The evening wind blew between her and it with the whirling sound.

It was the first time she saw this gray cat in the back mountain and under the tree. To this day, she still can't forget the mood of that day.

It was indescribable.

Like.

Happiness does not come repeatedly like nights of falling stars and dazzling mornings.

But like then, now.

I want to express all the feelings called happiness.

"Meow……"

The gray cat let out a cry.

Its voice was full of helplessness.

It seems to be subject to irresistible constraints.

But Cornelia soon understood what it meant.

It seems to mean: this is the punishment for losing the bet to Mr. Cat.

The ending of the "piano murder in the air" at the beginning.

Dekan, who lost the bet, needs to follow the original words of the cat teacher, "turn into a little gray and go to the back mountain of Hevenlet College to experience the life of a cat for a whole day, and you are only allowed to meow meow, and you are not allowed to speak human words!"

Considering Durkan's busy schedule and the threat from the Chaos God Realm.

Teacher Mao also did not ask Durkan to cash out the bet directly out of overall consideration, wasting a precious day of Durkan.

But accordingly.

Before Dekan set off for Chaos God Realm, Mr. Mao told him: he must honestly cash in his bet on the first day he returns to Norton King's Capital from Chaos God Realm!

Durkan, who has the absolute spirit of contract, naturally completed it according to Teacher Mao's requirements.

If you can afford it, you can also afford to lose.

"Have you been banned? Little gray cat?"

"Meow……"

Cornelia couldn't help laughing when she saw the gray cat's dumb face eating coptis.

It's like a house cat.

She quickly pinched her cheek again, first to stop her possibly impolite smile, and second to confirm whether this was a dream.

It still feels like a dream until now.

It seems like I've been thinking about it today.

She couldn't even help wondering.

Could this be a wild elf cat?

It's just a hallucination because I miss him so much.

After all, a wild elf cat would probably be unable to speak like this.

Cornelia thought for a while, pointed to the top of the gray cat's head and said:

"Look, Mr. Cat is in the sky."

The gray cat then raised its head and looked at the night sky.

It raised its head and walked around in place several times, but it didn't see where Teacher Mao was.

"Meow meow?"

No, how could Mr. Cat be in the sky?

When it realized that it had been cheated, it found that it had been hugged by Cornelia.

"Unconditional trust..."

The girl's head was slightly lowered, her eyes were half-closed, her soft hair was stuck to her cheek, she kissed it, and then the corners of her mouth raised slightly, showing a little cunning.

The cat just reacted, and was stunned again.

"Sure enough, it's my little Hui who is so easy to deceive."

With an innocent and sweet smile on her face, she whispered.

410 Durkan's Translator

Inside the cabin, the brown floor and soft lighting are intertwined, as if there is only a warm and soft atmosphere in this home.

The decoration is simple and exquisite, with the color of wood as the main tone, paintings and handmade decorations on the walls, Norton Kingdom-style carpets in the corners, which complement the plants on the windowsills.

Cornelia moved all the potted plants in her dormitory to the new house.

However, no new plants were added to the wooden house, which was much more spacious than the dormitory back then.

In this new home, looking out of the window is a sea of ​​flowers like in the dream of the Holy Kingdom.

At this time, on the sofa covered with blankets, one person and one cat were having a very abstract communication.

"Meow meow meow."

"So it is."

"Meow meow."

"Oh, alright."

"Meow meow?"

"It's okay here in the capital, but there will be Flora's final concert tomorrow. I have an appointment with Alice Mier and the others, and I will go to Tristin City with them tomorrow..."

my Lord.

God knows what they're talking about.

If there are other people here, they must think so in their hearts.

But after hearing Cornelia's words, the gray cat seemed a little regretful.

It was an idol group created by him and his friends.

Now it's almost time for the final closing concert.

But there is nothing to regret, just like a drama, even if it is good-looking, it cannot be performed infinitely, and the curtain ending is also a necessary condition for success.

"Meow……"

The gray cat seemed to be thinking about something.

The good news is that it managed to come back the day before the concert.

But the bad news is that he was chained to Mr. Cat's magic.

Turned into a gray cat who couldn't speak.

It cannot become human again until the clock strikes nine o'clock tomorrow night.

"It doesn't matter if you become a cat, I'll take you with me tomorrow!"

There seemed to be stars in Cornelia's eyes.

Just thinking about it, and watching the long-awaited concert tomorrow with her favorite cat in her arms made her feel even more dreamy.

"Meow meow……"

Gray Cat's first reaction when hearing Cornelia's suggestion was to refuse.

But looking into her eyes, it flinched again.

The voice also became unable to be so firm.

"Meow meow meow meow meow, meow meow..."

Then the gray cat started a long-winded narrative.

It seems that after an ideological struggle, she agreed to Cornelia.

Then he gave Cornelia a lot of precautions.

"Huh? Eh?"

But now Cornelia was at a loss.

Although she can understand Durkan's abbreviated language.

You can also read his mind through Durkan's eyes.

But if he can only meow and say something very complicated, she won't be able to understand the specific meaning of Durkan!

"Meow meow?"

"I understand a little bit, but not completely."

"Meow……"

Gray cat thinks.

Speaking of which, in the shadow world where you dealt with blood races on the southern border of the Holy Kingdom, how did Mr. Cat use his paw to pick up a pen and write?

Damn, there is no matching cat magic!

Even if Cornelia could comprehend most of its meaning, it had to ensure that it would not deviate.

Then it had an eureka moment.

Immediately, sporadic red mist flickered around it, and Talomarty appeared beside the gray cat.

"Meow meow!"

It wanted Talomarty to interrogate him.

Talomarty, however, didn't seem to care at all.