Beelzebub's question caught the black cat off guard.
Before it could figure out how to answer, the Sin Eater at its side eagerly chimed in, "Of course, it joined! I went along too, and it felt amazing... And there was the Straw Man—it burned too! When it roared, 'Burn Zheng Qing to death,' even the leader carrying the sacrifice nearly fell over!"
The black cat listened blandly, without even the urge to defend itself.
Because everything the Sin Eater said was true.
The Pig-headed Wizard, on the other hand, seemed quite satisfied. He tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken in his hands and held it out to the black cat. "Since you're a 'comrade,' I can't make things too difficult for you... If you're not hungry, then you're not hungry. I'll lower the difficulty a little!"
As the saying went, don't slap a smiling face, especially when this pig head was not only smiling but offering food. But ever since The Horn Newspaper's report came out, Zheng Qing had rarely eaten food handed to him by others. Even when asking someone to buy him lunch, he required the lunchbox to bear the cafeteria's sealing charm, ensuring his safety as much as possible.
"Thank you, but I'm not very hungry right now."
The black cat politely but firmly declined the chicken leg, then urged, "Time is limited. Let's finish tonight's assessment as soon as possible."
"Not hungry?"
Mister Gluttony blinked, smacked his lips, and stuffed the chicken leg into his own mouth. There was something strange in his tone. "I have to admit, that's terrible news for your assessment tonight."
Before he finished speaking, he pulled out a stack of tablecloths and a lunchbox from his robes.
When spread open, the tablecloth formed an irregular square, nearly four