A deep, shadowy tunnel revealed itself in the rock strata at the very bottom, soaked through with brine. Cat lamps carrying pickaxes, their lamps gleaming brightly, shook their bodies, scattering powder from their fur, then let out huge yawns.
Cat lamps weren't afraid of pneumoconiosis, and neither were witches.
Jiang Han withdrew her gaze and looked toward the profound passageway.
Cat Bo patted her fluffy belly and waddled forward with gurgling noises, like a massive cat slime in motion, waving her claws as she explained:
"Cats made a treasure tunnel and a harvest tunnel deep inside the burrow."
"Cats store all the spoils, seized goods, and tribute meant for the lord in the harvest tunnel."
"..."
Thud!
Her fluffy belly wedged itself in the tunnel entrance, and after that embarrassing sound of flesh colliding with rock, Cat Bo's explanation came to an abrupt halt. In its place came the witches' badly suppressed snickers.
No matter how many times one saw Giant Cat Lamps getting stuck because of their plump builds, it was impossible not to laugh.
Cat Bo's eyes shifted. Without a word, she took a step back and turned around.
"Cats can get in if they want to."
Her voice was dry, sounding both like an explanation and a glimpse of wounded pride. It started low, then suddenly rose sharply, as though someone had stepped on her tail, lending her voice a heavy shade of frustration.
"Giant cats all can!"
"Yes, they certainly can. I remember the Giant Cat Lamp in our office once demonstrated squeezing through a cave."
Better not stroke her fur the wrong way... Jiang Han thought.
She had rigorously used "certainly can" to strengthen her tone, then provided an example to prove that she truly believed it. At the same time, she subtly reminded Miss