Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 763 - 123: Hehe, I Must Survive
Weak and uninteresting.
If it were normal times, Little Dark would have squashed anyone who dared offend her, but now, she was studying the habits of cats for a competition in three days, and she had just learned the attack methods of the city's ruffians.
Open mouth, expose teeth, then swing paws to create afterimages.
She increasingly felt the magic of cat claws. To those whom cats are close to, they are soft, pink cushions, but in a fight, they extend sharp claws to leave a bloody mark on the body — most of these stray cats were abandoned after attacking their owners.
Thus, tonight, a strange sight appeared in the Imperial Capital.
No fewer than ten night-walking residents witnessed a black stray cat jump out from a hidden corner to brutally attack an extraordinarily dark-skinned unfortunate soul. They didn't know what this dark-skinned friend did to anger the cat, but seeing him get his arm scratched and face clawed up made the city's residents deeply worried about the recent stray cat proliferation.
This string of reports immediately caught the attention of the Imperial Knight Order.
Besides the current members being dedicated and responsible, another important reason was that, since the new cabinet's formation, the security in the Imperial Capital had greatly improved, leaving them enough manpower to manage incidents of stray cats attacking people.
The Other Shore, having just crawled under her blanket, received a barrage of phone calls from her subordinate, forcing her to don her knight's armor again and head to the barracks because of a stray cat.
This was an extraordinary time.
The joint summit held by the Astrology Guild was still in progress, gathering top talents from both inside and outside the empire, and the Imperial Knight Order was responsible for maintaining the city's image. The night after the conference, they would tour the Imperial Capital — it would be catastrophic for the city's image if stray cats suddenly emerged and injured them.
From the descriptions of 'dark-skinned' and 'face unseen at night' from the public, the Knight Order members deduced that the attacked were likely foreign visitors, which only increased the urgency of the matter.
The Other Shore convened a special task force overnight to handle the stray cats. The only good news was that the victims in these dozen or so reported cases seemed to be the same unlucky individual, as 'dark-skinned' was rare in the empire, and even rarer at night to the point where residents couldn't see his face.
"Knight Commander…"
A young knight shared his opinion. He was a representative of the empire's new generation of knights and had a background in the Truth Society. After seeing the enthusiastic recruitment ads of the Imperial Knights, he plunged into this glorious career to ensure events like the dragon attacks depicted in the ads would never happen again.
Some skeptics pointed out that the Imperial Knight recruiting ads were misleading because the last dragon attack occurred more than thirty years ago — back when Henry VI was in his prime. They questioned the claim that "such events are happening across the empire."
"Maybe the situation isn't as bad as they think. This seems more like a personal vendetta."
Dozens of citizens witnessed the attacks in various parts of the city, seeing the same black cat and the same victim.
It may sound unbelievable, but the black stray cat seemed quite intelligent. It not only remembered the faces of its enemies but also mastered skills like tracking and ambushing.
Even after racking their brains, the knights could not figure out what the dark-skinned fool did to provoke the black cat, causing him to be chased through half the Imperial Capital.
They all deeply sympathized with the victim.
"You guys continue the investigation, I'll think of a way to prevent this from happening again."
The Other Shore immediately thought of Ethan, who had rich cat-rearing experience. Every cat she had seen was friendly with Ethan, and he had two big cats at home. Perhaps Lindong and Little Dark could mediate using their understanding of feline language, at the very least ensuring no foreign guest would get scratched during the summit.
With this in mind, the Other Shore strode towards Ethan's house.
Meanwhile, somewhere in a dark alley of the Imperial Capital.
Once the noise around subsided, a shadow poked its head from a half-open trash bin, enduring the pungent smell of garbage, gasping heavily. Its whole body was burning with pain, perhaps because it was too weak now, the wounds inflicted by that damned black cat hurt more than any battle before.
The pain made it tear up.
But…
As a born combat master, it finally saw through the black cat's weakness, winning a victory in this chase!
"Ha, ha — let's see who has the last laugh now!"
The shadow declared its victory while gasping.
The black cat's greatest weakness was her cleanliness — though such a quirk was rare in a stray cat. When it hurriedly took refuge in the trash-filled alley, the black cat snubbed and left.
It seemed its injuries were so severe that it couldn't even take down a stray cat.
What if it had been stray cats other than the Cat King?
No, it still couldn't do it!
After suffering a dozen attacks, the shadow had developed a severe psychological aversion to cats. Even when it hunted prey, it didn't cruelly attack a dozen times; it could see the black cat attacked it not for food but purely for entertainment.
