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The cat, with its furrowed brow and pained expression, didn't sense the angry shouts and roars.
I only felt a warm, gentle touch on my head, and a slender hand was stroking me.
The key is the stroking technique. Not only is the pressure just right and very comfortable, but it also gives Saifei a familiar feeling, just like her mother often strokes her like that.
This person...
Just as doubt and a hint of inexplicable anger arose, her body's instincts betrayed her. Sai Fei'er narrowed her cat-like eyes, and even let out a soft purr.
Are you hungry?
"Ah? I am a little hungry."
Sai Fei'er looked somewhat bewildered, and answered subconsciously.
What's with catching a thief and asking if they're hungry?
"Want to grab something to eat together? It's on me."
The gray-haired, golden-eyed youth's enthusiastic invitation surprised Sai Fei'er even more.
Aren't you going to yell at me?
Why do you say that?
"I stole your things."
She tried to deny it when caught red-handed. She had just lied, and only that naive girl named Ku Sanyueqi would believe her. No one else would.
"Yes, that's certainly not commendable behavior, but it's alright, I forgive you."
"What? You're forgiving me like that?"
Sai Fei'er almost thought she was hallucinating; she was quite puzzled and a little surprised.
She looked Qiong up and down suspiciously, and tentatively asked.
Why?
Even the Ohmans aren't this easy to talk to.
"How should I put it, is it intuition or déjà vu or something, you're from the Phyllis race, right?"
The gray-haired youth pointed a finger at Sai Fei'er's cat ears and tail.
"So what? Does Ohmma give special treatment to the Phyllis tribe?"
"Of course not, the laws of Ohma treat all subjects equally."
"However, I'm the least afraid of having my money stolen."
The gray-haired youth shook his head and sighed, then spoke with utmost seriousness.
"I'm afraid of being sexually assaulted, especially by the Phyllis tribe."
"Clam?"
Sai Fei'er's mind went blank for a moment. After confirming that she hadn't misheard, she looked at the young man with a strange expression.
He had an upright posture, deep and three-dimensional features, sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards to his temples, a straight nose, and especially those naturally noble and aloof golden eyes.
If he doesn't speak, he gives off the impression of a beautiful young man.
His voice gives off a warm and cheerful vibe, like that of a sunny, cheerful young man.
Indeed, few women can resist this face, let alone its striking contrast, but...
"Hey kid, do you have a problem with the Phyllis race?"
Because the Phyllis tribe has a relatively small population, Saifeier still has some racial sensibilities.
Their tribe is related to cats; perhaps there are a few thieves, but they're not lustful succubi. Where does this prejudice against stealing their bodies come from?
"Because I was once sexually assaulted by a girl from the Phyllis tribe."
Qiong shrugged and said in a serious tone.
"..."
Sai Fei'er's features contorted in pain; if someone else had said that, she would have definitely burst out laughing on the spot.
However, Qiong's gender-swapped face, resembling a galactic succubus, lends considerable credibility to this claim.
This made Sai Fei'er wonder to herself, "Who is it?"
Who is it that has so tarnished the reputation of the Phyllis race?
What exactly did they do?
This person was left with the stereotype that the Phyllis tribe is attracted to men!
"Is this your reason for forgiving me?"
"I suppose so. After all, even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. Besides, the feeling you give me is very similar to that Phyllis girl who stole my body."
Sensing that Qiong's gaze held a hint of tenderness, a touch of regret, a dash of nostalgia, and a hint of teasing, Sai Fei'er's eye twitched.
"Fine, I stole your things, I'll take that as an insult."
Whom do you look down on?
Does she look like her?
Would Sefalia really steal someone?
This person didn't seem to be lying. After all, the two were complete strangers, and it was he who stole the items from the man. There was no reason for the man to lie to him, and he even took the initiative to forgive him as a thief.
This is probably true.
Hmph, don't let her find out that it was that clansman who did this, she'll definitely teach him a lesson!
"I'm not insulting anyone. That Phyllis girl took my body and left. I actually searched for her, but I couldn't find a single clue."
The machine of dawn, which appears to be sinking in the sky, mimics the sun burning red in the clouds, perfectly replicating the twilight of the setting sun.
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, Sai Fei'er's disdain for that fellow clansman was replaced by a burning desire for gossip.
Cats are known for their curiosity.
She loves listening to this kind of gossip.
"Could it be that he's realized he actually likes her and wants to win her back?"
Qiong glanced at the cat, whose eyes were now burning with a strong desire to watch the drama unfold, and a pleased smile curved her face beneath her Persona.
Cat II, complete.
"You want to know? It's not that I can't tell you. I finally met a member of the Phyllis tribe, and I wanted to ask you about her whereabouts. But I'm hungry. Shall we go get something to eat together?"
Qiong pointed in the direction of the food street and asked.
"Let's go."
Sai Fei'er's eyes lit up. Free gossip and a free dinner—how could she miss such a good deal?
"Grey, here you go."
Saifeier handed the crystal ball back.
"Grey?"
Qiong took the cat bait that she had prepared specifically for catching cats and casually put it in her pocket.
"I see your hair color is a very rare gray, is it okay to call you Gray?"
With her cat ears swaying and her cat tail bobbing, Sai Fei'er crossed her arms behind her head, striking a carefree pose.
"We gangsters are always casual about how we address people, so you can call me whatever you like. By the way, my name is Sai Fei'er, which sounds faster than the wind, like a chivalrous thief, right?"
"Okay, take it."
Cat III, the show begins.
Qiong took Saifeier to a random shop on the food street, and while they ate, Qiong told Saifeier the story from the prepared script.
"No way? You can even forget what the other person looks like?"
"What? You suffered a head injury, and some of your memories are hazy? Oh, that's alright then."
"Grey, you don't seem like a heartless person."
Needless to say, the Masked Fool's social skills are exceptional, and coupled with Sora's understanding of Cypher as Phyllis, the two quickly became acquainted.
"Time is money, and since we just spent time together, consider it my treat! See you next time!"
After finishing her meal, Sai Feier glanced at the sky and realized it was quite late, so she said goodbye to her new friend.
After some discussion, Saifeier felt...
Hui Zi is a good person, I can get along with him!
Cat III has come to a successful close, and Director Qiong waved goodbye to the actors with a smile.
This sets the stage for the storyline.
Over the next ten days or so, Qiong kept the pace under control, occasionally bumping into Sai Feier. The two gradually became close friends, almost to the point of being able to put their arms around each other.
Two weeks later, at the agreed time.
As promised and as Phyllis requested, Cerberus, in the name of Empress Caesar, declared:
The great cause of chasing fire has once again achieved a triumphant victory!
The gods, who had been tricked by the prankster, had already submitted. The seed of their scheme had been captured by the Moth of Fire, awaiting the Golden Hero to complete the trial of their trickery.
Having accomplished two goals in a short period of time, Kerudela used this as an excuse to host a grand banquet.
The entire city of Ohmma was immersed in a sea of celebration.
Rumors circulated in the marketplace that His Majesty Caesar planned to designate the day of Zagres's fall as a holiday to celebrate how the order of the law had restored order to the chaos brought about by Zagres.
Establishing a holiday means having a day off!
This led to an unprecedented surge in discussions among the Empire's residents about the fall of Zagres and the progress of the Fire Chasing Journey.
Dawn on the Cloud Cliff.
The palace was formerly the Cloud Cliff Sacred Path, the daily workplace of the Senate.
Cerberus was given one of the titles by which the world called the Dictator.
After taking control of the Holy City, she swiftly abolished the corrupt Senate, and the Empire no longer used the Senate system, with all power falling into Caesar's hands.
This process naturally encountered resistance from the Senate.
The Senate once maintained an assassination squad called the Cleansers, which specialized in assassinating members of the Golden Clan for their sordid activities.
Its leader, Caesar, attempted to assassinate Cerrudra when Caesar first arrived in the Holy City, committing regicide.
Kelder was executed according to the law.
Those who murder their rulers should be torn to pieces thirty million times, their bodies turned into livestock fodder, their spirits and flesh transformed into dung on the earth.
Kerudela's tactic of making an example of someone to deter others successfully intimidated the rest.
Darius, a follower of Caenis, surrendered immediately and defected.
The accomplices should have been beheaded and sunk to the bottom of Cloud Cliff Lake, but Caesar granted them a pardon, allowing them to atone for their crimes through meritorious service, thus demonstrating Caesar's justice.
They casually took in the cleaners and treated them like dogs.
Help Caesar with some of the dirty and hard work.
Don't let Krystal's occasional moments of vulnerability, embarrassment, and shyness fool you when she's teased by Qiong and the members of the Firemoth Squad. In front of outsiders, she's the Supreme Commander, the Crowned One.
Ruthless and cold-blooded.
No one dared to challenge her authority.
However, the more this happened, the more enjoyable it was to have Her Majesty the Empress pinned beneath her at night.
Inside the hall.
"In the marketplace, everyone is talking about this matter. Hasn't it created enough buzz?"
Krydera sat upon her magnificent throne, a symbol of supreme power, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.
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