Didlet walked around the giant cat and stood beside Feige, looking at the poor kitten opposite. "It's pathetic, it's dangerous...... Are you going to save it?"

"Yes, that's obvious. The voice I heard directed me to save it. But I couldn't think of a safe way. ”

The black kitten was trapped in a broken mud nest, half-hung and half-squeezed stuck on a rock bulge that was in the middle of a near-vertical cliff with enough lethal distance up and down the cliff. Although there is only a four-meter gap between the kitten and Feige, these four meters are really deadly.

"The old cat's arms are not long enough to reach it, and it doesn't have the strength to do it. Fei Qi pointed to the expanding blood stains under the black cat's body: "It's going to die in a while, it's in too bad condition, even if it asks for help, I don't dare to agree." It's just you and me. ”

Didlet poked her head out of the cliff here, looked at the rocks below, thought for a moment, and said, "I have an idea. You tie me with a rope, and I can jump over these few meters. When I get over, I hold the cat and jump back as far as I can, and you pull me up with a rope. ”

"Do you still have rope? My rope is in the big backpack, given to Tron. Fei Qi waved his hand: "Di Li, even if there is a rope, this plan is too dangerous." You look at the rocks on the other side. That cliff is different from the stone on our side, it's too brittle. You can jump over it, but the impact will cause the rock to shatter, so you can't stand at all. If you look closely, you can see the damage caused to the mountain when the cat nest flies past. ”

Didrite looked closely, found the impact marks that Feige had mentioned, and nodded reluctantly. The ghost cat's nest is made of twigs, mud, and grass, and is not sturdy, and can shatter a cliff when swept away by a griffon. Her weight and speed hit her much higher than a mud nest, not to mention the sturdy armor that was like a ramming.

The degree of wind erosion of the fragile cliff is several times greater than that of this side of the platform, posing a major obstacle to rescue efforts. But if you think about it from another angle, if the rock is not fragile, the mud nest will just shatter on the rock, and then all the ghost cats will fall down, and there will be no rescue work.

Didriet looked in the direction of the mud nest and said, "I might be able to jump to ......."

Feige interrupted her, "Do you think the rock is brittle, so you want to jump to the side and stick your sword in it as a support, so that you can form a platform that can stabilize you, and then crawl over to save the cat?" He shook his head: "You can peel off the whole cliff and then crush you and the cat down, even if you tie a rope and can't save it." No, Dili, I'm not going to risk your life. ”

"Then ......" Dedellett looked at the cat squirming in terror, and became more and more anxious: "This is not good, that is not good, you should think of a way! By the way, can't you SUA, SUA move objects? How about floating that cat over?"

"I'm thinking about ...... too," Feige crouched down, looking hesitant, "The distance of the spell is enough, and the weight is enough." The cat looked like it was all hairy and wouldn't be heavy. But the problem is ......"

"Say no, what's the problem?"

"Can't move, that kitten has to be completely still. Feige was almost gritting his teeth. "The conditions for carrying an object with a spell are harsh, and once the object is locked, then any change in its shape will invalidate the lock. That is, I can make it fly towards us, but as soon as it stretches its legs or opens its mouth and screams, the spell will fail. It will fall out of the spell range before I can lock it up again with the spell, and it will die. ”

"Can't move, what if the wind blows the hair?"

"Blinking is pretty much the limit. Fei Qi sighed: "There is definitely room for improvement in spell handling, but it's too late to improve now." This method depends on the performance of the kitten. The longer it can hold out, the closer it is to our side, and the better the chance of success. This...... This is the only one that doesn't require anyone to risk their lives and has the highest success rate. ”

"No, I'll tie it up with a rope and jump over it. As soon as Didrite finished speaking, she found that Feige stretched out his hand to the black cat and said "SUA!"

Didlet's heart jumped to her throat, and she wanted to exclaim, but it suddenly occurred to her that her exclamation might scare the cat, causing it to move around, and then the spell failed, fell off a cliff, and fell to its death. The paladin held back her screams with an astonishing will, covering her mouth with her hands, her whole body stiffening. However, she noticed that the kitten on the cliff did not move, except for the turn of its head and the look at Feige.

"You're scared the hell out of me...... "Didrite realized that her voice was hoarse.

"Don't talk, I tried a spell to hold up the cat. Now I have to let it know that I'm going to save it, and it can't move. ”

"Can you talk to animals?" Didlett clearly didn't believe it. "Beast trainers don't have that ability, do they?"

"I can at least hear the cat bark in my mind. Feige suddenly froze, only his eyes slowly moved to the kitten's position, and then met the dark, bright eyes.

'Your mother asked me to save you, and I want to save you, so you have to concentrate. Feige meditated in his mind, just as he had made a pact with the dying ghost cat in a heart-to-heart conversation. 'Your life is tied to my spells, and an invisible force is connected between you and me. I will lift you up with the power of the incantation, and you will obey me: do not do anything while I carry you from the precipice. ’

"Mao?"

The kitten cub barked, then got up from the nest and came to the edge of danger, probing his head to look at Feige. Dedewlet was so nervous that she was on her knees, and she kept having the illusion that the kitten would kick into the air and fall, even causing a strange gurgling sound in her throat.

"Don't make a mess. Feige snorted. Didrite came to her senses, hurriedly put her hand on the emblem on the chest of the armor, and silently recited the name of the goddess, praying to her for courage and protection.

"Don't use magic, I'm worried about interference. Feige added. In fact, he was afraid that the magic would attract the attention of the goddess, and he was using a spell, maybe it would bring out some demonic breath, so it would be troublesome. After reassuring Dedelet, he continued to persuade the ghost cat cubs. 'Do you understand?' your life depends on my spells, obey orders, don't move! ’

"Mao, Mao......"

The pronunciation was inaccurate, but it should be a signal, right?Fitch stared at the kitten, and for a moment he felt a connection, a voice louder than the devil's pact in his heart. The sound is not a language based on words, but more like a piece of music that directly inspires emotion. That emotion is trust.

"SUA!" Feige cast a spell decisively.

The kitten cub floated up, then floated straight for Feige. The mountain wind blew sideways, and the kitten dangled like a cable car hanging from a rope. This shaking obviously affected the stability of the spell, but the kitten miraculously remained still, its gaze firmly locked on Feiqi, and its body did not move at all.

It curled up with its legs curled up and its tail pressed under its belly, giving all its trust to Feige. Didriet didn't know when she had stopped praying, and she didn't know when the tears were flowing.

The kitten floated over, then fell, falling into the crook of Feige's arm. It also knew that it was saved, and rolled and rubbed its pure black body on Feige's chest, then closed its eyes, stuck out its bright red tongue, and licked his hand. At this time, the mother cat let out a wail, and the kitten immediately raised her head, tried to open her mouth wide, and responded: "Mao?"

'Save them. The mother cat couldn't turn around and couldn't climb the edge of the cliff, so she couldn't see what was going on there.

There's only this one. Other...... The others were swept down by the griffons. Feige took the kitten and showed her. 'What else do you think? Should I release it, or should I keep it? Winter is coming, and releasing it is actually a dead end. Only by raising it can there be hope of survival. ’

'Devil, you ......' the she-cat stopped talking. It looked at Feige, looked at the kitten, then stretched its long tail over, rolled the kitten out of Feige's arms, and put it on the **. I'll feed it one last time, and then you can take everything. ’

"Didlet, could you please do me a favor. Feige looked at the kitten who was lying on her mother's stomach and was still milking, and did not know many things, and suddenly said to the female knight, "I want to keep this cat, but it needs a little time to feed." Can you go after Tron now? ”

"I'll mark you with my sword on the road, don't get lost. And...... Don't wait too long. Didriet looked at the kitten, patted Feige on the shoulder, and then decisively began to chase after the looming figures of Tron and the others.

Milk is blood, filtered with love. The ghost cat cub is petite and can't drink much at all, and soon has a full burp, and its eyes are foggy and want to sleep. The previous attack of the griffon, combined with the fear of hanging on the edge of the cliff, had already made it very tired. However, before it could sleep, the she-cat curled it up with her tail and put it back into Feige's arms, then patted it reluctantly.

"Mao ......" the kitten chirped his mouth, squeezed it to his chest, and closed his eyes with confidence.

'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, death hurts. I can't give it milk anymore, so ...... Devil, put an end to this. The she-cat stretched her head forward vigorously, exposing her neck, and then closed her eyes.

Fitch held the kitten in one hand, removed the spear with the other, and stabbed it hard. The spear is a two-handed weapon, completely less effective than the Soul Harvest Dagger, which is sharper and sharper. But Feige didn't want such a soul to be a part of hell, and returning to nature was a better option.

But his hands still felt the heat absorbed by his soul, more warm than any before. The contract still came into effect, and the mother of the ghost cat recognized the contract, and her soul became the income of the contract demon.

That's how the world works. Feige looked at the kitten in his arms, he could only accept it all.