The puppeteer raised his chin and yawned slightly. He obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with letting Woody wait for him for the whole morning. He waved at him as a matter of course: "Come over, let's have something to eat together."
Wodi was not angry. After all, although he did not become a disciple, this was still considered learning skills, just like adding tea and pouring water in ancient times. If the puppet master really wanted to teach him the art of making puppets, let alone leaving him alone for a long time, even if he set more test levels for himself, he would still grit his teeth and rush forward.
With this thought in mind, he was not restrained and happily jumped onto the table, taking the plate handed to him by a puppet next to him.
The knife and fork flew in the air and floated in front of him, shaking the tip of the knife, as if asking for his opinion. Woody raised his tail and pointed at everything with his claws without any hesitation: "I want this! And that, this, and that!"
The knife and fork moved following the sound, but completely ignored Wordy's instructions. It went around the table full of food, accurately cut a few pieces of sizzling roast duck slices, topped them with thick cheese and mayonnaise, and brought them to the kitten.
Wodi's eyes widened and he swung his tail in frustration, thinking that the knife and fork weren't that smart, and couldn't even compare to his own artificially retarded curtains. So he decided to rely on himself and stretched out his claws to hook the exquisite green rice dumpling in front of him onto the plate.
He lowered his head and groaned, almost breaking his teeth.
“Meow!”
The puppeteer heard the noise and turned to look at him. Seeing the cat holding its cheek in grievance, he smiled slightly and said, "Let the knife and fork help you choose the food. Most of the things here are prepared for my babies."
“…”
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...
The tip of the claw knocked on the shell of the green ball, and a crisp metallic sound echoed.
The kitten's ears were folded into an airplane shape, and it looked very depressed. The delicious food in front of it could only be looked at but not eaten. It was sighing in its heart and wanted to take a few pieces back to study what these metals that could be eaten by puppets were. However, it was too late to act rashly. So it had to put the idea aside regretfully and tasted the roast duck slices coated with a thick layer of cheese with relish.
He had eaten a lot of grilled fish in the hall and had no appetite at the moment. In addition, the roast duck slices were too greasy, so he just ate everything on the plate, then tilted his head to look at the puppeteer, with anticipation in his big, bright eyes.
The puppeteer's face suddenly fell, and he sighed softly, put the BJD doll hanging on his finger into his pocket, stood up, and looked at Wardy resignedly: "Let's go, we don't have much time, we have things to do later."
"That's right," the puppet next to him said righteously, "In fifteen minutes, it will be time to play hide-and-seek with the tumbler! Then there will be sunbathing, dinner, and washing, resting, and combing your hair. The puppet master's schedule is extremely busy today, and it is not easy to find time to teach you your lessons."
Woody: “…”
"You heard me, didn't you?" The puppeteer didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and he stretched out his hands to Woody as a matter of course. "Not only that, but I have to spare a few hours in the middle. I can't not even have some time to breathe."
Woody: “…”
Ever since he transformed himself into a leopard cat and became an undercover agent, he had forced cat logic on many people in the Biluo organization to become speechless. This was the first time that he had been rendered speechless by someone's twisted logic.
How can there be such a lazy person! He spends all day sleeping and playing, yet he still finds time to slack off. Isn't that too much?
Even the most leisurely ragdoll cat in his own account has to work in a cat cafe and try hard to act cute in order to get delicious cat food and dried fish!
He complained in his heart but did not try to hide it. His round cat eyes were wide open, and his shock was obvious.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not like your swordsman.” The puppeteer noticed the cat’s look, half of his face covered by his long sleeves, and rolled his eyes unceremoniously. “She is destined to be a hard worker. She has been in the human world for more than a thousand years and has never slacked off. Humph, I have seen through it a long time ago. Anyway, the matter has been settled——”
He stopped talking halfway when he seemed to realize that he had said too much. Seeing Woody looking at him curiously, he pursed his lips, turned his face away to avoid his gaze, waved his hand, and stood up and left.
"Alright, let's not talk about the past. Don't you want to learn puppetry? Let Mu Qi take you back to the hall. I put a manuscript on the table over there. It contains the basic knowledge of puppetry. You should read it first."
Wodi was stunned for a moment, then he thought of the stack of manuscripts from which he had taken out several pages to use for grilling fish, and suddenly felt guilty.
He really went too far. He went to someone else's house to learn skills, but he burned the things on the table as firewood without the host's permission. Anyone who heard about it would be angry.
But he thought at the time that he was being monitored by the puppeteer, and that the pile of manuscripts was a prop to judge whether he was trustworthy or not, so he burned it boldly. Who knew that the puppeteer was really sleeping.
He was still thinking about how to start talking when he saw the puppeteer already sitting on the sedan chair. He immediately became anxious, pounced on him with a meow, and grabbed his trouser legs: "Wait, Master, I burned that pile of manuscripts!"
The puppeteer was stunned for a moment, but did not blame him for burning the manuscript. Instead, he tried to lean back, raised his feet awkwardly and kicked a few times, trying to pull Woody off his trouser legs: "Who is your master! Don't call me master, I was just forced by the sword master to help!"
Wodi didn't expect the puppeteer to react like this, but although the puppeteer shouted loudly, he actually didn't do anything serious. Even when he kicked his legs, he only used 30% of his strength. So he just thought that the puppeteer was just being tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and just stuck to the puppeteer's legs without moving.
"Alas, you cat, you are really rude," the puppeteer sighed repeatedly, and stopped struggling. He just jumped onto the sedan chair with one leg, sat comfortably, and then pinched the leopard cat's neck with two fingers to lift him up. "Well, you burned my manuscript, maybe we are destined to be together. Come on, follow me back to the house."
Woody nodded quickly.
[Why did they burn the manuscript? It was predestined. This puppeteer is really weird.]
Cat Toy whispered in his mind.
Being stared at by the puppeteer, Woody didn't dare to be distracted and chat with the cat toy openly. He just curled up in his arms motionlessly, as obedient as a fake cat.
"There are three branches of puppet making," the puppeteer closed his eyes slightly. He didn't notice what Wodi was thinking, or he was too lazy to care about these trivial matters. He got straight to the point and talked about the serious topic. "The first one is the simplest. It uses spiritual things as puppets and uses methods such as sealing, poison, curse and even mental control to make them work for you. It is also called the art of driving."
He paused and smiled, "You must have seen a lot of similar control techniques from the sword master. These are the knowledge that my god gave me back then, but after coming to the human world, I didn't care about anything, so I gave them all to the sword master to save her from bothering me all day long."
Woody pretended to be surprised at hearing interesting gossip, blinked his eyes and looked up at the puppeteer.
Of course he knew that to a puppeteer, those ordinary people who suffered because of the puppetry, and the super-powered people who were cursed and tortured to the point of wanting to die but unable to do so and had to become lackeys of others, were no different from the incompetent stupid fish in the pond that could be roasted and eaten at any time.
But he is also one of the incompetent fools in the eyes of the puppeteer.
There is an essential difference between the Biluo Organization and the Twenty-Eight Mansions. Even if it is not clearly shown by the puppeteer, the division does exist, but is concealed by the appearance of peace and tranquility in the castle.
Woody felt that he should keep this in mind.
"The second type is to use non-spiritual objects as puppets." The puppeteer had no idea how many thoughts were going through the little head of the cat in front of him. He continued to speak lazily, "Puppets, stone puppets, pottery and porcelain, it's nothing more than that. You may think that the puppets here are spiritual and should not belong to this type, but this is because I have given them spirits, and the manpower, material resources and financial resources consumed are beyond your ability to do now."
He decisively rejected this path, but Woody became more interested and asked, "Master, why do you want to possess spirits for puppets? Will their fighting power become stronger?"
"Why are you only thinking about combat effectiveness? What a vulgar thing." The puppeteer glared at him and scolded him, "It's just like you cats giving birth to kittens, and then never seeing them again until they can take care of themselves. Isn't it for the harvest? Of course it's for the sense of accomplishment of bringing life to the world!"
Woody: “…”
Unable to empathize, he kept silent.
"As for the third branch, perhaps you will be interested."
Shaking his head helplessly, the puppeteer had obviously anticipated that Woody and he would not share the same ideals. He did not say much and easily changed the subject.
"As I said earlier, in the art of puppetry, there are those who use inanimate objects as puppets, and there are also those who use spiritual objects as puppets. But in fact, there are also some people who use themselves as puppets, dividing their bodies into multiple bodies. People in the world call them vests. This is roughly the situation..."
"Kitty, have you ever heard of one soul with multiple bodies?"
Woody was startled.
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