"Then do you know where that black cat can be found?"
After hearing Zheng Qing's description, Ilena's eyes lit up as she pressed for more.
Jiang Yu gave her a meaningful look, then glanced at Zheng Qing. She lifted her coffee cup and smiled without saying a word.
It would not have been appropriate to say nothing. But he could not reveal everything, either. At the very least, Zheng Qing felt he needed to conceal his other identity. That made this a real test of conversational skill.
The young publicly funded student cleared his throat and answered vaguely:
"Well, I heard people say it had been seen near Linzhong Lake... but you know how cats are. They always like wandering around. Maybe it only occasionally strolled near Linzhong Lake. The two mice in our shop also said they had seen a black cat in the Silent Forest, though they didn't know whether it was the same one."
With his dual perspective, he naturally knew why Ilena was interested in a black cat. Just two days ago, he had dealt with the Gypsy witch in the Silent Forest while wearing the black cat's identity. So when answering her question, he did his utmost to blur the direction of her attention and simply mentioned every possible place.
"Can that black cat talk?" Ilena asked quietly again.
Zheng Qing froze—he needed to seriously consider whether he had ever spoken in front of a certain Little White Cat, seriously recall whether the black cat had spoken on the night it found the snake slough, and seriously consider whether "he," as a third party repeating hearsay, ought to know the answer to that question.
This was important. After all, one of the two people sitting beside him was his girlfriend, while the other was very