In front of the house hangs a wooden sign with a knife chopping on a steak that looks likely to be a butcher's shop.

Catherine took a long time to arch to the front of the store. The tall wooden doors are old and thick, but the brass handles are shiny and apparently frequent.

"Tom tom" Catherine slammed her forehead against the wooden door, making a dull sound. She "knocked" on the door three times, her forehead turned red, and her head hit a little dizzy, but no one in the room responded.

Is there no one in this house?

Just as Catherine was a little discouraged, the "creak" wooden door opened. The tall wooden door merely opened a gap that allowed people to pass through, and a head poked out of it.

Catherine was stunned. It was a cat's head, or a black cat. The black cat looked left and right for a moment, but didn't see anyone, and was about to retract its head.

"Hello, it's me knocking on the door. Catherine spoke quickly.

The black cat lowered her head, and only then did she notice Catherine arching by the door. He looked at the "caterpillar" with interest, thought about it, and retracted his head.

"Squeak squeak......" The wooden door was pulled back a little bit, almost half-open. But there was a black rumble in the door, and Catherine couldn't see anything.

The black cat came out from behind the door and stood on its hind legs like a human. He was about two-thirds the height of Catherine, and wore a bloodstained and greasy apron around his waist. "Hiss-hiss-" The black cat whistled like a rattlesnake wagging its tail.

After a while, three more black cats dressed similarly came out of the door. Four black cats act together. Carry Catherine on the ground into the door.

There was nothing to see in the dark house, and Catherine tried to shout twice, but the black cats had no intention of communicating with her at all.

After five minutes in the dark, Catherine could detect the black cats carrying her a few times, and what appeared to be a flight of stairs down. Finally, there was a light in front of me, a semicircular door. The black cat carrying Catherine saw that its destination was about to arrive, and it obviously sped up. They gasped for breath and finally walked through the semicircular door.

The room in the door was spacious, but there was a strong smell of blood. To the right of the door is a knife sharpening table, on which are placed about a dozen quick knives of length and shortness. In the middle of the room was a guillotine. The blade was pulled high. Flashing with a cold light. Blood flowed everywhere on the ground, but there were no bodies or pieces of flesh in sight.

Catherine was covered in hair, and it looked like a slaughterhouse no matter how it looked. The four black cats didn't bring themselves here to talk.

"What do you want to do? I'm the Overseer of the First Expeditionary Force. Catherine saw that the situation was not good, and cried out.

However, the black cats did not respond to Catherine's screams. With a "bang" he threw her next to the guillotine. They muttered a few words in a low voice. One of them walked over to the sharpening table. I picked a half-meter-long sharp knife and began to sharpen it on the grinding wheel. The blade makes a "bang-bang-bang" sound on the rotating grinding wheel, accompanied by sparks. The other three black cats bypassed the guillotine and didn't know what to do.

Cold sweat broke out on Catherine's forehead, and she desperately shouted, "Hey. You see how thin I am, I don't have much meat. I know a savage, the size of my three, with very thick meat. But no matter how much he shouted, the black cat who sharpened the knife only sharpened the knife and ignored Catherine.

The other three black cats returned, dragging a cauldron. The pot was big enough for Catherine to bathe in it. The female mage's face turned pale, and there was no need to ask if this must have been prepared for herself.

The black cat who sharpened the knife threw down the knife and came to help, and the black cats lifted the cauldron and lifted it up together with great force. Catherine couldn't figure out what they were going to do, but the cauldron, which seemed to be rather heavy, slowly lifted itself off the ground and rose.

"Whew", and the cauldron flew upward. Catherine followed and looked up. There is a stove on the high ceiling, and four white cats wearing top hats stand on the stovetop next to the stove to chop vegetables. One of them, the white cat, took the flying cauldron and put it on the stove, added water to light the fire, and continued to get busy.

The black cats gasped for a few minutes, and it seemed to take them a lot of effort to lift the cauldron up to the ceiling. When they had enough rest, they came and fiddled with Catherine, dragging and dropping the guillotine.

"I'm so skinny, it's all bones. I'm too skinny and have no oil and water. Catherine shouted in a hurry, twisting desperately, "Get your master out, I am the overseer of the First Expeditionary Force, and you cannot eat me." ”

The black cats didn't listen to Catherine. Two black cats pressed her to the edge of the guillotine, one went to get the sharpened knife, and the last went to the wall. There was a rope that hung the blade of the knife.

Catherine had been screaming since the moment, and her voice was already hoarse. At this time, her throat hurt like fire, and she saw that the black cat was about to pull the rope, and a mouthful of fire brewing in her throat spewed out. The fire was like a flying snake, and it entangled the unlucky black cat at once.

A raging flame ignited on the black cat, and he screamed and rolled all over the ground. The other three black cats hurried to help. They circled around the rolling black cat, not knowing how to extinguish the flames on him.

Catherine saw the opportunity, and opened her mouth to spew fire again. Even the three black cats were on fire. The four black cats were burned to the ground, screaming, jumping and running, but there was no way to deal with the burning fire.

After three or five minutes, the black cats were silent, and after seven or eight minutes, the black cats burned to ashes.

Catherine let out a heavy sigh as she suddenly looked up at the ceiling. The white cats were gone, only the boiling water in the cauldron, gurgling and bubbling.

Most of the white cats slipped away when they saw that the situation was not good, or they might go to rescue the soldiers. Catherine flipped off the guillotine and crawled towards the sharp knife on the ground. The cleaver picked out by the black cat was less than three fingers wide, and the blade was unusually sharp. The net wrapped around his body was lightly slashed on the blade of the knife, and it broke in an instant. The net fell to the ground and turned back into blood and a few pieces of internal organs.

But the blood and the entrails were not at ease, and they jumped up like living creatures from the ground, flew up to the ceiling, and threw themselves into the cauldron of boiling water. The side dishes cut on the stove also seemed to come alive, and they jumped into the pot "crackling".

A pot of broth was quickly cooked, and a rich aroma wafted out of the pot. But Catherine vomited gastric juice after smelling it, because she only smelled the rancid stench of her own blood and internal organs.

A square door opened on the wall diagonally opposite the stove, and four white cats poked their heads to look at it. They sprang out, picked up the pot of broth, and slipped back the door.

Catherine let them run away again, grabbed her sharp knife, and with a leap of her spirit, pursued them through the square door. (To be continued......)