The equipment and ammunition were all exceedingly delicate items, and there was no small quantity of them. Even if they could not use their cat tails to retrieve things after entering the Dead Magic Zone, Jiang Han felt they would not lack supplies. The only problem was...
She swept her gaze across the entire cabin again and raised a question. "But... cats, nine-tenths of this stuff is food and drink, and top-grade food and drink at that. Meow-ao, don't you think one-tenth of the space for supplies is a little too little?"
"Not little at all, meow-ao!" Cat Carlo patted her belly. "This is the most reasonable way to swipe some funds, meow-ao."
"In theory, the food we bought could give every errand cat assigned by the lords an extra two months of supplies—using that glittering Witch's money to feed cats, meow-ao! But if we really bought it and distributed it from here, the cats would get tossed into the cat-washing machine... meow-ao."
"So, meow-ao, the cats only need to load these quotas into supply pods and throw them down. Then the cats can go pick them up themselves! Meow-ao!"
Cat Carlo revealed the slyness of a Cat Lamp.
Jiang Han was also certain that if they simply used Eileen's money to buy food outright, being put in the cat-washing machine would probably be the lightest punishment. They might be sent straight into hamster wheels to run for a week or two.
But this way, reasonable losses were no big deal.
Thump thump thump!
Another six or seven supply pods were launched into the Dead Magic Zone in one go, while several return backpacks flew back up.
"Have quite a few Cat Lamps already been organized to go in?" Du Lingxuan asked.
This was what she cared about