Chapter 113 Cat squat
113.
Watching the people who had resolved their conflicts leave talking and laughing - Verlaine wanted to follow you, but you refused, and stated righteously that you were not the kind of capitalist who would prevent employees from getting together.
As for the people from the Flag Society and Wei Erlan arm wrestling with each other behind Zhongyuan Zhongye's back... well, it's just a little fight to amuse themselves, you will pretend not to see it.
You raised your tail proudly, thinking that the cat man is indeed a genius at solving problems.
However, you didn’t come to Leibo Street today to do bad things... No, today Cat came here to do serious business!
The newly appointed mayor sent a cat god statue to Leibo Street. You planned to see what it looked like. If it looked good, you would pry it away and take it home as a decoration. If it didn't look good, you would smash it and ask the mayor to make you a new golden cat man statue encrusted with diamonds.
Huh? The mayor doesn't want to? The little cat can't bear to hear this. If he is sprayed by the Pokémon, he will probably agree.
That's right... When you look at the enlarged bronze statue, you always feel that something is not quite right - the restoration is quite accurate, the gold foil on the outside is very beautiful and shiny, the posture is very good, and the handsomeness and charm of the cat man are displayed to the fullest.
I just can’t say it doesn’t look like it, but I can’t say it looks like it either…
"Nanquan, Hizen, what do you think?"
After you separate from the others, the knife spirit that was hanging on you in its original form will turn back into a sword man to protect you.
Hearing you ask yourself, Nanquan Ichimonji, whose attention was drawn to the little bird, quickly turned his head and answered without even reading the question: "I think... I think it's very good, meow!"
Hizen Tadahiro, who had been walking with a sullen face, looked away and said impatiently, "What's so good about this thing... I mean, when can we eat?"
You took out a portion of green peppers stuffed with meat and gave it to the stinky-faced NPC. The latter was at a loss as to what to do with the dish. He looked at you, then at the dish, and finally squatted at your feet and started chewing.
Nanquan Ichimonji squatted down with Hizen Tadahiro and stared at you pitifully.
You stuffed a portion of sweet and spicy dried fish into his hand, and after thinking about it, you also joined the cat squatting team.
"Master, this statue looks like you, meow."
"Yeah, because this is my statue, meow."
"Eh? I feel like the statue is its owner with a filter, meow..."
"Indeed, it's been beautified ten times."
"You guys..." Hizen Tadahiro, who was trying hard to swallow the green pepper stuffed with meat, looked at you in confusion, "Do you have to meow to talk?"
"You can join us, too, meow." You twitched your ears and calmly pointed to the south Izumi Ichimonji, "This is the lucky male Sanhua."
You pointed at yourself: "This is the handsome big cat man."
Finally, you pointed at Tadahiro Hizen and said seriously, "This is a sexy little wild cat."
Hizen Tadahiro's expression became even uglier, and it looked like he wanted to join hands with you, but he couldn't do that - so he turned his head away, picked up the bowl and continued to eat... but his speed and strength increased.
"It's... it's Superman!"
A familiar voice sounded from not far away. You looked up and saw the little girl NPC you had seen in the park before standing next to you.
She holds her mother's hand and looks at you with sparkling eyes: "Mom, there are so many Superman cats here!"
The girl's mother lowered her head and said something to her. The little girl hesitated for a moment, then shyly approached Tadahiro Hizen and handed her favorite cat doll to him: "Captain Cat without ears... No, don't be sad!"
“Even if…even if!” The little girl looked at Hizen Tadahiro boldly, her face as red as an apple, “Even if there are no ears! I will still like the new Catman!”
With a sullen face, Tadahiro Hizen stopped eating and said, "Huh?"
*
Before we knew it, a year and a half had passed since the end of the Dragon War.
A lot of things have happened in the past year or so.
First, Rimbaud, the veteran clerk who was good at wielding a knife, came back with two Frenchmen.
One said he was Mr. Rimbaud, and his name was Charles Pierre Baudelaire; the other one, who looked a little more ordinary, said he was just an unknown traveler and didn't tell you his name, but you learned from the system panel that his name was Victor Hugo.
OK, that sounds familiar, but not as familiar as Catman, like a word you learned in an English test.
The swordsmen who love literature and pursue elegance in Honmaru were more excited than the other when they heard the two names, and they kept saying excitedly, "Charles Pierre Baudelaire's failure to write poetry is a loss to the literary world," "Let me go, I'm going to kill everyone who is hindering the development of literature in this world," "What? So there is no miserable world anymore? What is the level of literature in this world?"...
Unfortunately, to outsiders, it's just the cute cries of a group of cute furry creatures.
You don’t quite understand what the level of literature in this world is like; it’s probably not very high. After all, when you’re searching everywhere for “books” and stuffing books from bookstores into your backpack, you’ve also flipped through those award-winning bestsellers. They don’t even taste as good as the works of your classmate who’s in the literature department of your university and always ranks last in exams.
Well, the light novel is also poorly written, not even as good as the story of the Daodao fan fiction.
Baudelaire followed Rimbaud. Before he saw you, he had a look of disdain on his face like a sophisticated city dweller looking at a country person. He would say from time to time: "Rimbaud, have you been staying in this remote country town for so long?"
"I told you not to be too open with your heart to the experimental subjects. I really like that face. You can always find one that suits your taste... Oh, I forgot that you have already become a father with a child. How is it? Did you taste it?"
Hugo said nothing, just twirled his beard and followed slowly.
Rimbaud, who didn't dare to urge the boss to walk faster, nor did he dare to talk back to the teacher, looked even more depressed and haggard.
When he returned to the knife and pet store, the first thing he did when he saw you was to rush into the back room: "Manager, I'm going to change into my work clothes."
Baudelaire, who was originally looking disgusted, lights up the moment he sees you: "Oh my God, the cat god is really...cute, can I touch your ears?"
You were in a state of confusion, and were petted like a cat by the reserve employee brought back by Rimbaud.
"How rude!" You struggled to get away from the Frenchman, straightened your messy hair, and said unhappily, "Cat Man is not just any cat! You are not allowed to touch him casually!"
"Sorry." Baudelaire withdrew his hand with regret, but his eyes still glanced at your ears and tail. He couldn't help but ask, "How can I touch your ears?"
"Cats are not just any cats. If you want to touch them..." You put your hands on your hips and swung your tail. "Touching the ears is two thousand, touching the tail is five thousand. If you don't touch the tail, you have to pay ten times more."
“Hahahahaha…” Baudelaire laughed heartily upon hearing your answer, “You are such an interesting…god.”
The Frenchman, who is very good-looking, winked at you, his eyes full of affection, and said, "Are you interested in having a French lover?"
"Ah?" You were confused. "Aren't you the clerk that Rambo brought back... You want to be the cat's lover?"
After thinking for three seconds, you gave an affirmative answer: "It's not impossible, but there are a lot of people who want to be cat lovers. Take a love number card, and the cat will call you when it's your turn."
Apart from anything else, every swordsman in Honmaru has a favorite number tag in his hand - you haven't called any of them.
"By the way, being a cat's lover..."
You stuffed a booklet into Baudelaire's hand and shook his hand with a serious expression.
"You need to know how to harvest and plant vegetables, and when the cat is not around, you need to help store the mature crops in the warehouse. You also need to know how to pet the small animals to increase their mood and product output... These are all in the instruction manual. I hope that as the 100th... uh, I forgot how many lovers in reserve, you can read and recite the entire text as soon as possible, strive to go ashore, and get the number plate of an official lover."
Seeing Baudelaire, who liked to use beauty as a pretext for violence, being embarrassed, Hugo, who had been standing nearby, laughed without any malice.
Baudelaire was a little depressed, but he couldn't say anything harsh to Hugo, so he just shook his head, pretended nothing happened, and went into the back room to find Rimbaud.
As for the incident in which Baudelaire saw Verlaine in the back room and a "fierce fight" broke out, let's not talk about it for now.
You tilt your head, confused: "Do you also want to be a cat's lover? Then I'll give you a number plate too."
"No, I came here this time..." Hugo took off his hat and gave you a standard gentleman's salute, "to thank you for saving the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers."
"It is also because of your appearance..." The old psychic, with traces of time on his face, smiled softly at you, "that we are sure that what we are doing is meaningful."
After becoming one of the "Seven Traitors" and forcing leaders of various countries to sign a peace agreement, he was hunted by other countries for a long time.
Even if he returns to his homeland, he will be warned by the top leaders because of the kidnapping of the politicians. He is under house arrest in the country and can no longer contribute to his beloved homeland, nor can he speak for those caught in the war.
If you think about it carefully, he and the other six "traitors" have not seen each other for a long time.
He had no idea what was happening to the others or whether they were okay.
He was lost and doubtful, but he remembered the miracle that happened only once on Chang'an Island; he remembered the soldiers who came back from the dead, and the dazzling light in their eyes when they talked about peace; he remembered the underage children who returned safely from the battlefield, hugged their families, and cried silently and painfully...
is correct.
Everything they do is for peace.
While using his powers in the apartment, he accidentally overheard the conversation between Rimbaud and Baudelaire, and learned about the existence and location of the Cat God...
This news made his long-silent heart beat again.
So he quickly packed his luggage and followed Rimbaud to Yokohama before anyone else could react.
Although he couldn't create grand miracles like the gods, and came to Yokohama just to express his gratitude face to face, but... Hugo thought helplessly, and no one told him that the real gods would look like this...
He is still a child. He looked into your clear eyes and sighed slightly. Who can let a child give to the world with peace of mind?
Suddenly, you received a loving look from the NPC. You deliberately chose a younger face when you made the cat man: "Meow?"
Is the NPC brought back by Rimbaud really reliable? Why does it feel like he is not 007 material?
That glass ear is pretty nice. Let him and the publicity officer shoot a promotional advertisement for killing mice.
As for this Guoguo... you stroke your chin, the knife-wielding people all say that he is very good at writing novels, why not put him and Xiaozhu together and let them write? They can also supervise each other and make progress together, and contribute to world literature.
For the first work... you hammered your palm and made a decision, let them write about the legendary cat life of a cat man working hard in Yokohama!