"Tell me, what brings you here today? You're not the sort of child who wastes time."
Rat Immortal did not continue reminiscing. His slender toes tapped against the hardwood armrest of the black grand chair, neither hurried nor slow, and his tone remained as calm as before.
Colmar hesitated for only a few seconds before directly taking out the note and asking, "Was this your intention?"
Rat Immortal raised his brow slightly. Without any visible movement, the note flew from the witch's hand, drifted lightly down before him, and unfolded in midair.
He carefully read the message on it.
A moment later.
"Child, you know me." Rat Immortal returned the note to the witch. The whiskers at the corners of his mouth twitched. "If that had been my intention, I would have had one of the children in red vests explain it to you in person."
Colmar felt greatly relieved and let out a long breath.
"I'm very hurt," Rat Immortal immediately added. "By your suspicion."
A sweet smile immediately appeared on the witch's face. "Actually, this note was only an excuse, so I'd have a reason to come visit you."
"Hm?!" Rat Immortal tilted his head and looked at Colmar sideways, drawing out a suspicious sound through his nose.
"I brought you gifts too." The witch swiftly pulled a bundle of fine silk scarves from her pocket, taking them out one by one as she muttered, "This red one was for New Year this year, this blue one was for Christmas last year, and this yellow one was for Mid-Autumn Festival last year..."
The witch counted them out one by one. There were thirty or forty in all, bundled together in a dazzling array of colors, quite beautiful.
Of course, beauty alone could not move an elderly rat—it was