Were Sin Eaters' robes really that heavy?
If he took over, would he, as a cat, still have to wear a wizard's robe? Or would the Seven Deadly Sins prepare a suitable vest for a cat?
At that thought, a series of strange figures suddenly surfaced in Zheng Qing's mind: the cat immortal Karinta, Master Shifu the raccoon from Panda Abao, and the like. He imagined himself in a long robe, wearing a tiny White Mask, standing upright beneath the shadows of a group of tall wizards.
He could not help but shudder.
It can't be that bad, the black cat reassured himself, unconsciously quickening his pace back to the dormitory. But when he passed a bulletin board and saw the somewhat faded hunting team recruitment plan posted there, he silently counted the days again and was startled to realize that the Seven Deadly Sins' second assessment, scheduled for next Saturday, would fall on October 3rd—the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Although the old almanac for that day did not list travel as taboo, and Zheng Qing did not need to reunite with his family while staying at school, it was naturally best not to go out during an important holiday if possible.
He turned, wanting to find the two masked figures again and discuss changing the date, but the space beneath the Cat Fruit Tree was already completely empty. The tree itself was empty too—not even a single cat remained.
The black cat could only dejectedly resume his journey back.
This time, it took him even longer than before to forget everything related to the Seven Deadly Sins.
By the time he returned to the dormitory, it was already two in the morning. Two snores of different weights came from Fatty Xin's bed. The