On the lawn of a detached house in West Backlund.
A child who looked two or three years old toddled along on short little legs, happily hugging a large golden cat with glossy fur. But at that moment, a trace of helplessness suddenly appeared on his chubby face, while the maids and nanny around him simultaneously wore blank, dim-witted expressions.
"Why did you start keeping cats too? The characteristics of the Assassin Pathway aren't easy to get now, are they?" A faintly teasing voice came from outside the yard. Klein Moretti walked in, wearing a half-height silk top hat and a double-breasted formal coat, with a silver-inlaid cane in hand.
"Nowadays, any household in Loen that doesn't keep a cat gets treated like some country bumpkin who just arrived. Though I don't really mind..." Mature words came from the child's mouth, but halfway through, he seemed to remember something. He blinked hard twice before asking somewhat hesitantly:
"You aren't that guy in disguise, are you?"
"That guy? You mean Feng Xue?" Klein could not help but laugh, then shook his head.
"He went back to East Chester County to settle some family conflicts. By the way, why aren't your parents home?"
"Father went to Feynapotter for further studies. Mother is attending a tea party next door at Mrs. Cullen's, and probably won't be back for another hour." Though he had changed families, the God of Luck, Will Ceres, was still called Will. He waved his hand helplessly, stood up with some difficulty, and asked thoughtfully:
"What did you come to see me for? Oh, by the way, did you bring a gift?"
"Nothing in particular. I mainly came to see how you were doing. Besides, with so many believers, why are you still short on ice cream?" Klein smiled, then