The evening breeze blowing from behind pulled up the hood behind the gray robe, covering the black hair of the cheese. Cheese hasn't had a haircut in a while, and lately he's tied his hair haphazardly with straw rope at the back of his head, which is why he doesn't wear a hood much now. As for why he didn't just cut the hair that was in the way, it was mainly because the mage had his own considerations. In the eyes of spellcasters, hair is a possession, and many materials or mediums for magic and witchcraft require it, and it seems that hair is special compared to other hairs on the human body. However, as with other magical mediums from living beings, while hair does not decay for a short time, it loses its activity shortly after leaving its owner's body, so the best way to preserve it is to keep it on your head. Of course, not everyone's hair is magically held in place like a mage.

"Is it really necessary for us to hurry at night, though I would like to get out of Schalle as soon as possible, but that will make it impossible for Naren to find me. Batu said reluctantly, and at the mention of Schaler he looked behind him with trepidation, as if he was afraid that something terrible was coming after him. During his few days in the Department of Schalle, the boy had witnessed too many things that he had not seen. Who made him the guide of the gray-robed mage? But even so, Batu was more worried about his eagle, and Naren couldn't fly at night, so Batu had to let it find a place to rest and come back to him tomorrow.

"Don't complain, Atta has been carrying you on her back for so long and hasn't seen her say anything, are you still a man?" Cheese replied with a hint of teasing, as he reached out and lowered his windswept hood. The wind was blowing from the direction of the Shalle, and there was something special about it. The mage sensed the smell, but said nothing. After all, the affairs of the Charle were their own business, and the current Cheese had neither the mood nor the time to care about them, and Lothar's safety was his top priority now.

"I'm just—" Batu tried to contradict the mage, but he noticed the absent-minded look on the face of the female swordsman walking nearby, and swallowed it back in his throat. After the three of them had walked some distance further, the boy asked with some concern, "Are you okay? Are you tired? It's okay, I can carry you on my back!"

Cheese glanced at him and didn't say anything. Of course, the mage knew that Atta's condition was not due to fatigue, in fact, the lady's physical fitness was comparable to that of Lothar, and what bothered the female swordswoman was obviously their previous conversation on the hill, and the memories that were still whirling in her mind between clear and vague. Sometimes, the most difficult questions can be answered in the most unrelated ways, and the same is true of troubles, and it is better to pull her out of the snare than to get into her troubles.

"Ah, I, I'm fine. Thank you. Atta blinked and smiled at Batu, who immediately perked up and walked with more momentum than before.

"Tsk, what a superficial guy. Lady Atalanta is obviously prevaricating, but you really think it's okay, do you care? That's why I say that humans, especially human males, are creatures who don't understand anything and only live in their own imaginations. The high-pitched and somewhat caustic voice struck Baturu, and the boy who had been counted down immediately turned to look back at Cheese, for there were only three of them here, and it was obviously the Grey-robed Mage who would utter such sarcastic words except for Atta. However, like Batu, Cheese now has a blank expression on his face.

Atta seemed to remember something, and she began to rummage through the grass around her with the moonlight and starlight, and sure enough, a black shadow swept past her hand and stopped in the clearing between the three of them. It was a black cat, or rather, it looked like a black cat. He had a cat-like body, the size of a cat, with cat-like hair, ears, and a tail, and his coat was pitch-black, with the exception of a large patch of white hair on his chest. But other than that, he didn't look like a cat. The proud black cat landed on his backward feet, wearing well-made deerskin boots on both feet, and in addition to this, he wore a white shirt with a collar that reached to the belly and was decorated with tassels on the collar and cuffs. Outside of the shirt, the black cat wore a red leather coat with two rows of gold buttons, only now he didn't close it, but only tied it up with a belt around his abdomen. It is worth noting that he also has a thin sword pinned to his belt, which can already be regarded as a long needle for humans, but it is still very suitable to hang on the cat's waist.

Dressed in human-like clothes and able to speak, the cat held a narrow-brimmed hat decorated with green feathers in her hand and bowed gracefully to Atalanta, like an actor on a theater stage. "It really makes me happy to see you safe and sound, my dear lady, and I beg your pardon for rushing to your side now. But rest assured, I swear in the name of the king that with me, you will not be threatened again. ”

"Evil, demon!" Batuul, visibly frightened by the strange creature, took a few steps back, his hand pressed on the hilt of his sword, and he looked like he wanted to draw it but didn't dare.

Cheese didn't react so much, and after a brief moment of surprise, he immediately realized the identity of the cat-like creature in front of him, the cat fairy. People in some places also refer to them as cats in boots or cats in clothes based on their appearance, but in fact, these creatures that look like cats are not cats, they do belong to a type of goblin, and they are also a few goblins who have contacts between the goblin country and this world like the yew people. They even have their own king, who the black cat just swore to. Moreover, the king of the cat fairy is not the same as the king of the goblin, but since the cat goblin is indeed a part of the goblin, the king of the cat goblin will be a vassal to the king of the goblin, and the relationship between them is like the lord of the fief and the king of the suzerain. It's just that the cat goblins really value the title too much, so they insist on calling their leader the king, and the other goblins don't care, it's just a title anyway.

"Kailas, is that you?" Atta asked, a little surprised and a little uncertain, as she half-crouched down so that her eyes could better meet those of the cat elf.

"Looks like you've remembered me, oh, there's nothing more honorable than that. The cat spoke in a subtle tone, but his eyes sparkled with the same joy as a female swordsman. Then he was picked up by Atta and began to circle in place, "Ma'am, I'm just as happy as you, but can you put me down first, I'm a little dizzy." ”

Atta didn't let go of the goblin she called Kailas, but just stopped spinning and hugged the latter to her chest, and it could be seen that she was really happy, "Let me introduce you to you, this is Kailas, my cat when I was a child, oh no, my friend when I was a child!"