Perhaps sensing the Vampire's gaze, the Yellow Flower Cat on the shelf twitched its whiskers and fell silent.
Then, after hesitating for a few seconds, it raised a paw and waved at the rows of eyes looking up from below, as though greeting them.
The gesture was so familiar that Zheng Qing sprang to his feet on the spot.
"Brother Huang?" the young scholarship student cried out, startling all the young wizards around him.
Duke Milton was neither startled by his shout nor inclined to stop the wizard's somewhat excited behavior. Instead, he remained silent, studying the scene with great interest. As for the "walnut rat" on the sedan chair, it had kept its eyes narrowed from start to finish, looking half-asleep, as though it disdained to spy on the interaction between some young wizard and a tabby cat.
On the shelf.
The Yellow Flower Cat tugged at an ear and snorted, which counted as an answer to Zheng Qing's greeting. Then it lowered its head again, holding that little dried fish and gnawing away with relish.
"Fuck! How are you here?!" Zheng Qing felt ten thousand alpacas stampeding through his heart as he instinctively looked around. "Did he come too? Is that shop next door... his?"
Naturally, he meant Mr. Wu.
Since there were several strangers present—not to mention Duke Milton, Zheng Qing did not think he had any particular friendship with that important figure of the rat clan—he had been a little cautious in his question, asking vaguely.
If that Yellow Flower Cat really was the one he knew, then it would definitely understand what he was asking.
The tabby cat perched high above did not answer the young scholarship student's question.
It remained wholly focused on gnawing its golden little dried fish, as though not even the