Chapter 23 Cats, Gifts, and Bells
That was the breed of cat known as the British Shorthair in Anvis' previous life, with a blue-grey back and a snow-white fluffy belly.
These curious little creatures have a very long history, with records of them existing since the beginning of human history.
"My Lord, do you like this Carcosa shorthair cat?"
The owner of the cage was a Catan merchant wearing a thick white turban. He was the deputy leader of the caravan and was leaning against a wooden carriage loaded with goods, puffing on a slender, patterned silver hookah.
Seeing Avis stop, he quickly put down his pipe and began to introduce himself enthusiastically in the common language with a somewhat strange pronunciation.
"You have a good eye. She is a little female cat, now four months old, and very human. Her strength can be raised to level four at most. She loves cleanliness and is a very good choice for a pet."
"And, in the countryside where we are, there is a special folk legend about them!"
As he spoke, the experienced businessman exaggeratedly prolonged his tone, then deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in a very mysterious tone.
"Legend has it that their original origin is actually the dark side of Purple Moon Amis! There, there are several mysterious kingdoms that belong only to cats! Every full-moon night, they will leap from the tallest eaves of the building and step into that world!"
Countryside legend?
Avis smiled in his heart.
Initially, he took these legends very seriously, but after carefully studying countless similar legends, he finally realized that he could just laugh off such folk tales.
Because their original origins are often the hallucinations of some civilians who want to put their children to sleep, or some drunk guys.
However, it is good for coaxing Fiona.
"Then choose this one—"
………
The Sounida Mountains in the far north of the Saint Messiah Empire.
This place has gone deep into the uninhabited area in the far north of Santa Messia. The surrounding area for thousands of miles is a cold wasteland covered with ice and snow. The extremely cold frosty wind blows here all year round, covering everything with a layer of dead silver.
Sounida means 'the land of eternal night' in the ancient Mani language.
The nights here are very long and as pure as gems. The stars in the sky are extremely clear, and colorful auroras change in the night sky from time to time.
On the top of an unnamed mountain in the mountain range, stands a low, extremely dilapidated stone tower.
The tower body is also covered with ice and snow. Built of ancient black gneiss, it is somewhat tilted, as if it will collapse at any time.
But when the first player landed on the continent, the stone tower suddenly blurred. Without any warning, a slightly illusory bell sound echoed between heaven and earth.
The sound of the bell was not very loud and clear, but it carried an ancient and desolate charm, as if it came from the eternal river of time and space.
Several ice bears walking on the snowfield raised their heads and looked into the distance in the direction where the bell sound came from, their eyes full of confusion.
Soon, the sound of the bell crossed the desolate and cold wasteland and reached a small, simply decorated church in the center of the town guarding one side of the wasteland.
In the prayer room inside the church, an old man wearing a solemn crimson robe and with a slightly thin figure stood in front of the altar, closing his eyes and praying silently.
On the altar made of white quartz, there is a golden cup, which contains a little holy and warm light.
The light was extremely bright, yet not dazzling at all, just like the God's impartial love and selfless benevolence bestowed upon the world.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a black priest robe hurried into the simple yet solemn prayer room. He bowed solemnly to the old man who was praying in front of Guanghui.
"Your Excellency Archbishop Gormore, half a minute ago, the Tower of Destiny issued an early warning!"
Although the old man's aura was very ordinary, the visitor did not dare to neglect him at all.
Hearing the visitor's words, the old man bowed his head towards the altar and slowly raised his head.
Although he did not turn around, the visitor seemed to see those blue-gray eyes that were vicissitudes of life and full of wisdom.
"Has His Holiness the Pope issued any revelation?"
"It has not been laid, Your Excellency."
Hearing this, the old man lowered his head again, as if he was lost in thought.
The visitor did not show any impatience, but waited for the old man's decision with a solemn expression and great respect.
The old man in front of him is a true saint and a living legend in the Vatican.
Of course, it is not the legend of strength or rank, but the experience.
Archbishop Gormore, a ninth-rank peak clergyman, had personally experienced the Day of Judgment and survived to this day. He was the closest to God among the seven archbishops of the Holy See. Another current archbishop of the Holy See was once his student.
At the same time, he is also the teacher of the contemporary Pope——
His qualifications were sufficient to run for Pope, but he refused to run, citing God's revelation, and instead fully recommended his own students.
He voluntarily came to this far north near the edge of the world to guard the Stone Tower of Destiny, as if in self-exile. He practiced asceticism in this simple, nameless chapel, always practicing God's will with himself.
"Please inform His Holiness the Pope that everything is God's will."
The middle-aged man bowed respectfully again and then slowly left the prayer room.
The old man resumed his prayer posture, but there was a hint of compassion in his expression.
When the question was first asked, the bell had not yet reached the Holy City.
If His Holiness has given revelation, then the revelation did not come from the Pope himself.
But God.
………
There was no formal dinner for Fiona's birthday. Due to the long lives of professionals, they usually did not celebrate their birthdays specifically. Avis's act of giving a gift was just a private act.
When Anvis returned to Moonfall Castle, Fiona was in her room, curled up softly on her pink bed, reading a huge book.
She was wearing a comfortable white chiffon dress, slightly revealing her jade-white collarbones on both sides. Her long, soft light golden hair was draped on both sides of her shoulders, shining with a pale white fluorescence, and her temperament was as pure and flawless as crystal.
But judging from her slightly pouting pink lips, the little princess was not satisfied with this arrangement.
Fiona's personal maid Anne accompanied her in reading, which was a task assigned to her by the Duke through butler Leonard.
She was a half-elf with light green eyes, tall and well-proportioned, with long, smooth black hair draped over her shoulders. She was about the same age as Avis's personal maid Erica.
Due to Anvis's 'diligence', the Duke felt that he should occasionally urge Fiona to study, after all, she was not young anymore, so the current scene happened.
“Knock knock—”
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Anne stood up gently, bowed slightly to Fiona, and quickly left the room, returning a moment later.
"Miss, Master Anvis is looking for you."
"Brother? Please come in."
The girl spoke with a tone of surprise, as if she had suddenly found a savior. She glanced at the book in front of her, her small nose wrinkled slightly, and she quickly closed it and put it aside, her movements were elegant and practiced.
——She didn't like books with more pages full of words than illustrations.
The new year has arrived.
(End of this chapter)
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