Zheng Qing did not care whether Hank or Shi Yuan had any more questions. After quickly settling D&K's and the little monk's troubles, he felt immensely satisfied, as though he had taken a dose of Fortune Potion.
Better still, while solving those problems, he had found an excellent place to transform.
It was killing three birds with one stone.
In this cheerful mood, the black cat trotted lightly beneath the Cat Fruit Tree. The evening breeze rustled through the air, carrying the tree owner's scent outward. The little furballs dozing on the branches opened their eyes one after another, pairs of amber and emerald pupils glittering in the darkness—waving branches, densely packed eyes, and uneven meows mingled together, making the great tree seem, for an instant, like something from the depths of the Starry Sky.
"Damn it!"
The Sin Eater wearing a White Mask jumped down from a nearby sycamore tree and muttered a curse. "Couldn't you pick a more normal place next time? Look at this sort of thing too often, and you'll have nightmares at night!"
The black cat had seen several visitors from the Starry Sky, so the terrifying atmosphere surrounding the Cat Fruit Tree did not frighten him. Instead, he saw through its falsehood at a glance.
"You could prepare a few Nightmare Dolls for yourself." The black cat glanced at him and offered his suggestion lightly. "...I hear they work rather well."
"I think beating it would work even better." As he spoke, the wizard approached the Cat Fruit Tree, spread his arms, waved them about, and made threatening noises in an attempt to scare away the little furballs on the branches.
But with the black cat beneath the tree, the furballs above were not frightened in the slightest. Instead, they rose in twos and