Arthur immediately noticed the young girl's gaze.

Acquaintance?

I think I've seen it at Malinda Salon.

After a little thought, Arthur confirmed the identity of the other party.

And at this time, the other party has already come over.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Credos, do you remember me?"

The young lady greeted generously.

"We should have met at Malinda's salon!"

Arthur said truthfully.

At the same time, his eyes swept over the cat in the other party's arms.

The black and white symmetrical cow cat, a little thin, but full of spirit, and not afraid of life, in the arms of the young lady, looked around curiously, if it had not been for the lady's firm holding, she would have jumped down by this time.

Hearing Arthur's words, the young lady was very happy, she really didn't expect Arthur to remember her, and immediately introduced herself excitedly.

"I'm Linda, Linda. Camille. ”

"Are you here to choose a cat to be a pet?"

"Black cat! It must be a black cat! ”

"Only a black cat can match your 'spirit medium' ability!"

The lady in front of her said to herself.

In the local legend of South Los, it is said that the black cat is the favorite of the 'medium' and the 'witch' - because the black cat itself can communicate with the souls of the dead.

Some people are convinced of this.

Others?

It's just that I simply think that the black cat is psychic because some people were scared by the black cat in the dark at the beginning.

After all, cats themselves walk silently, and with the cover of night, it's really normal to be scared by a black cat.

Especially when the black cat appeared in the cemetery, there were many associations.

However, Linda. Camille clearly falls into the former.

Facing the young lady's expectant gaze, Arthur shook his head very dryly.

"No, it's an orange cat."

"Huh?"

"It's an orange cat?"

"However, the orange cat is also very cute and chubby......"

Linda. Camille looked surprised, and subconsciously wanted to find a new topic, but Arthur's unexpected answer made the manuscript that the lady had just thought of useless, and now she was looking for it again, naturally she couldn't do it, so her voice became stammering.

The two young ladies who were traveling with me clearly noticed this.

The two immediately walked over to relieve their friends.

With Linda. Like Camille, the two young ladies were clearly from well-to-do families, one with a round face, moist eyes, and a lovely look, and a pure white cat with a round face and long gills in her arms.

The cat was lazy and didn't want to move at all, just lying in the arms of its owner, purring in its belly.

The other lady was wearing a veil and couldn't see her face clearly, but the cat in the other party's arms made Arthur look twice, this is a long-haired cat with light coffee ears and just the right face, blue eyes.

Even if this cat is held by its owner, it still gives people a fairy feeling.

'Nice looking cat. ’

But the price should be expensive. ’

Arthur glanced at the pearl that the owner had embellished in the middle of the cat's forehead, and the crystal pendant the size of a pigeon's egg hanging around his neck, and he had a fairly correct evaluation in his heart.

"Ancy, Jesse, this is Mr. Credos, the 'medium' who has recently become famous in South Los Centrale!"

"Mr. Credos, these two are my good friends, Ancy and Jesse."

Linda. Camille immediately pulled the two friends to introduce them, it was a kind of ostentatious tone, but the round-faced Anne frowned subconsciously when she heard Arthur's name.

Although it was fleeting, it was noticed by Arthur.

At the same time, Jesse, who was wearing the veil, also took a step back slightly.

The reaction of the two Arthur saw it clearly.

Subconsciously, Arthur thought of Amy, the hostess of the 'Joel Jock Sword Club'.

There is no doubt that both men have secrets that must never be discovered.

The resistance of the two friends, Linda. Camille doesn't realize that she wants to pull Arthur into their afternoon tea party.

For Arthur, Linda. Camille was indescribably curious.

When she saw the newspaper, she kept imagining what the 'psychic' would look like.

Cloak? Crystal ball? Ouija board? Black cats?

The images she had seen came to this lady's mind, and when she saw Arthur in the salon of the Long Night, although she did not see the cloak, crystal ball, Ouija board, or black cat, she was not disappointed, but felt more and more that the 'medium' should be like Arthur.

Able to communicate with the dead, gentle and polite, and most importantly, empathetic.

It's a pity that this psychic medium already has a place in his heart.

Linda. Camille wasn't as bold as those women.

Of course, those bold women have probably been terrified in recent days.

That lady of the long night was terrifying.

Luckily, she had no other thoughts, just curiosity.

Linda. Camille told herself.

But in the face of the lady's expectant gaze, Arthur shook his head.

He hasn't forgotten what he's here for.

What he needs is to complete the [Cat Orange] ceremony, not to participate in the tea party.

"I'm sorry!"

With these words, Arthur walked over to the old woman.

He wanted to ask the other party specifically about the price of the orange cat.

"Adult tiger-striped orange cat?"

The old woman handed Arthur the glass of water and confirmed Arthur's request.

"Yes!"

"Do you have it here?"

Arthur asked, nodding.

"Not here, but in the next room – if you don't mind finding a cat of your own in an adoptive way."

The old woman observed Arthur's expression as she spoke.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he found that Arthur did not have any displeasure.

There are not many people who own cats in South Los, but most of them are bought by wealthy people at a high price, and few people choose to adopt them, because it will reduce their status.

will be perceived by others as a loss of identity.

In particular, some nobles and businessmen attach great importance to this.

As for civilians?

A good cat is one who can catch mice.

Arthur guessed what the old woman meant, but for him, it was a grown tiger-striped orange cat.

Other?

Doesn't matter.

"Please follow me."

The old woman greeted the three young ladies, and after gesturing to the men on the side, she led Arthur to the side room.

Behind Arthur, Linda was a little disappointed.

However, the lady was soon pulled into a new topic by the two girlfriends.

In the warm light, three well-dressed young ladies sat around the tea table, holding their cats in their arms, and talking softly.

There was a lot of laughter and a harmonious atmosphere.

Coupled with the kitten in the arms of the three people, it gives this picture a layer of soft light filter, which makes people yearn for it.

Suddenly—

"Ahh

Jesse, who was wearing a veil, sneezed.

"Jesse, are you alright?"

Linda and Ancy looked at their friends with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"Or cat hair allergy, right?"

"I used to be fine, but I don't know why I suddenly started to have allergies."

"I'm wearing a face tosh, but it still doesn't work."

Jesse waved his hand repeatedly.

"Jesse, you should be fully recovered and come back to the 'Cat's Best Friends House'!"

Linda sighed.

"I'd love to be here every day if I could, it's heaven - allergies are just a small thing, right, Lily?"

Jesse picked up his cat and kissed it again.

This scene made Linda sigh again.

And Anqian on the side took out the snacks she brought.

"Try it, my special snack!"

"Delicious sweetheart!"

Linda praised.

Jessica also spoke highly of it.

The three of them were drinking tea, eating snacks, and petting cats.

As usual, every customer who enters the store will notice the three of them, and then when they see Lily in Jesse's arms, they will cast envious glances and start asking the guys in the store if they have similar cats, and when they get a negative answer, the envious gaze grows stronger.

Jesse, who was wearing a face towel, couldn't see the expression, she just put Lily on the table so that everyone could see it more clearly, and a big smile appeared in her eyes.

Suddenly, a smile broke out.

Then it dissipates.

Only pain remains.

Jesse clutched his throat and fell to the ground.

(End of chapter)