The catgirl seemed a little unaccustomed to it; she didn't dare to look up at Viktor, her eyes filled with timidity.
But her gaze kept sneaking glances at Viktor, a mixture of fear and a strange anticipation.
Victor has a good memory; he recognized the catgirl immediately as the one whose head he had petted.
Mocking words rang in my ears from the side.
"Wow, your sister's pretty good to you, she knows you like the younger type."
Vega stood on the armrest of the chair, chuckling, his tone carrying an indescribable teasing.
Viktor simply replied to Vega coldly:
Are you kidding me?
In the human understanding of this world, demi-humans are animals that have not yet been civilized.
No matter how much the catgirl in front of you resembles a human, it cannot change the stereotypes humans have about them.
If you were to develop any feelings for such a creature, it would be just like suddenly becoming interested in your own cat or dog.
Some people might like this style, but in aristocratic circles, if someone did such a thing, once it got out, it would be equivalent to losing all their reputation.
Lia couldn't possibly be unaware of these things, so the reason she sent the child to her side was quite simple.
"You want to try and see if demi-humans can learn magic? Your sister really treats you like a useful tool."
"Perhaps she thinks that I, her brother, am omnipotent."
Viktor's confident voice rang out calmly, but he was met with a disdainful look from Vega.
It just gave a cold laugh:
What makes you so shameless?
Victor did not respond to Vega, but instead fixed his gaze on the catgirl in front of him.
Her hair was long and neatly styled.
Her long white hair cascaded down to the floor, and her animal ears had a few white hairs.
When she makes eye contact with Viktor, she subconsciously avoids his gaze.
What's your name?
Victor's voice rang out softly, but the cat-girl in front of him seemed not to understand.
Her mind was racing, trying to understand Viktor's language.
However, having never received an education, she could not understand what a 'name' meant.
Only that non-standard pronunciation slowly emerged from her throat:
"Wo...Wo..."
"Can you barely understand human speech?"
Victor beckoned to her, gesturing for the catgirl to come closer.
The cat-girl understood Victor's gesture and obediently approached him.
She wasn't wearing shoes, just small white socks on her feet, and she walked very quietly.
Just like a real cat, it walks on the wooden floor without making a sound.
She was very petite; even standing next to Viktor, she could only look him in the eye when he was sitting down.
Viktor stretched out a hand, as if expecting something, and the cat-eared girl obediently squatted down.
With its head tilted back, it nestled against Viktor's legs, like a kitten, quietly waiting for its owner to pet it.
So Victor got his wish and placed his hand on her head.
Slowly stroking it back and forth.
He casually rubbed those soft ears.
The fuzzy texture travels along your fingertips.
This made Viktor feel a bit emotional.
It's a real shame that most people in this world discriminate against demi-humans.
They simply don't understand the beauty of animal ears.
The cute little cat girl was also very comfortable from being petted, and she purred softly.
The moment you touch the cat-girl, a health bar and level appear above her head.
Lv5.
It was a fairly ordinary level, but it still told Viktor that the physical foundation of demi-humans was indeed much higher than that of humans.
Before having a formal profession, the highest level an ordinary person could reach was level ten.
Once you reach level 10, you will need to choose a profession to continue leveling up.
Occupations are mainly divided into four categories.
Agile thieves, powerful warriors.
Tank-type knights and mages who use magic systems.
Other types of professions are basically derived from these four major professions.
Among elves, the more common "Ranger" and the "Assassin," who emphasizes agility, are both branches of the Thief class.
For example, the [Magician] is also a branch of the mage class.
If you are a player, after reaching level 10, you only need to choose a class to continue leveling up.
But NPCs won't work.
For example, the cat-woman girl in front of him.
To become a Dharma Master, one must possess the corresponding wisdom.
And demi-humans, creatures with little intelligence who act solely on instinct, want to become mages.
Disaster.
Of course, there is another way to go.
“Vega”.
Victor's voice rang out softly, and the crow rolled its eyes and flew to the top of the cat-girl's head.
In the end, it still comes down to me.
As soon as the words were spoken, a jet-black feather fell from its body.
The feathers slowly fell to the floor, gradually spreading out as if turning into ink, drawing a pitch-black magic circle.
There were no superfluous runes or patterns, only pure black, radiating an ominous light.
At the very edge of the massive formation, two circles were formed, connected by a long strip of black ink.
The cat-girl and Vega each stood in a circle, and at the same time, a strange light flashed in Vega's eyes.
Suddenly, the cat-girl's body trembled violently, and her upright tail drooped down as if it had lost control, leaving her kneeling blankly on the floor.
A vast ocean of knowledge instantly flooded into her mind.
The immense pressure caused the catgirl's eyes to roll back, and her brain felt like it was about to burst, causing her unbearable pain.
The black formation gradually began to glow, and the ink-black shadows, like tentacles, danced around the room.
The lone, faint candlelight illuminated the dark shadows, while moonlight streamed into the room, creating an eerie and unpredictable atmosphere.
A blue light flickered in Vega's single eye, as if a thin thread connected it to the catgirl's forehead.
Soon, the candlelight in the room stopped flickering, and the black formation returned to silence, slowly dissipating.
The cat-girl remained kneeling on the ground, not even raising her head.
But a dark, unwavering faith flashed in his eyes.
Victor looked at the white-furred catgirl and slowly said:
I love the vanilla scent on you.
"From today onwards, you shall call me that."
Vanilla.
She did not raise her head, but continued to lie prostrate on the ground, her forehead touching the floor, her attitude extremely respectful.
A soft yet steady voice slowly rose from beneath Viktor.
"As you command."
"My master."
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