Chapter 559 - I Really Can (1/2)

Chapter 559 I Really Can

The black-haired catgirl was very beautiful, but she seemed rather cold. She had condescendingly proposed a demand, but for some reason, she almost sounded like she was imploring. She was that kind of person who made the toughest declarations with the most cowardly expressions.

Roland disliked her tone, but noticing the slight fear on her cute face, he was more or less amused and asked, “Why do you want to buy my cat?”

“She’s my family. I’m going to take her home.” The black-haired catgirl stepped forward and curtsied. “Esteemed Mr. Roland, please sell her to me.”

“I’m not going with you!” Marilyn jumped out and shouted, “This is my home! I don’t know you at all. Why should I go with you?”

“But you’ll only be someone’s slave in this place.” The stranger looked at Roland and Marilyn’s necklace that signified her ident.i.ty as a slave. “Why are you staying here when you can go?”

Marilyn became even unhappier. “It’s none of your business whether I stay or not, is it?”

Hearing that, the black-haired catgirl frowned. “As a compatriot, I’m obligated to take you back to our clan. Listen and come with me. I’ll pay a decent amount of money to Mr. Roland.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Marilyn grimaced. “Also, this is my home. You get the h.e.l.l out of here. I’m used to living alone. I don’t want to be with anyone except Master.”

The black-haired catgirl apparently looked miserable at this moment.

After a moment of silence, she asked Roland, “Sir, can you order her to come back with me as her master?” “What do you think?” Roland asked her back.

The black-haired catgirl said with a bitter smile, “I know that you certainly won’t.”

The cat-humans were very expensive on the slave market.

They were the best goods besides the elven slaves.

Also, they weren’t as risky an investment as elven slaves, who might attract Druids before they were sold.

The population of cat-humans was only slightly higher than that of the elves, and they weren’t very strong.

Although cat-humans were great scouts and a.s.sa.s.sins, too many hybrids had natural-born anti-stealth abilities.

Many of them had night vision and keen noses.

In the human world, cat-human Rogues and a.s.sa.s.sins were rather tricky to deal with. They were quick and smart, but they weren’t really a powerful species among the hybrids.

As it happened, cat-humans were very pretty, like the vulpera. Many human beings and hybrids liked their appearance.

Therefore, it was rather dangerous for a cat-human to wander alone outside.

“Mr. Roland, I know it’s unlikely to happen, but please consider my suggestion.” The black-haired catgirl looked at Roland with supplication in her eyes. “She should go back to the clan with me, where she will live a happy life.”

Marilyn jumped out again. “No, I won’t! My life is the happiest when I’m with Master.”

Roland patted Marilyn’s head. “Okay, go back and take a rest.”

“Oh, okay.”

Marilyn grimaced at the black-haired catgirl and then hopped back to her room.

The cat-girl became very frustrated. Watching Marilyn walk away, she heaved a sigh and stared Roland in the eyes.

“Mr. Roland, can we talk for a moment?”

Roland pointed at the pavilion in the yard and walked there while he said, “Of course we can, but I don’t know your name yet, milady.”

“It’s Maromatha.”

The black-haired catgirl walked quickly and followed Roland. She was rather short, as all catgirls were. The other hybrids were generally much larger.

“So, what do you want to talk to me about, Miss Maromatha?” Roland sat on a chair and made a have a seat gesture at the visitor. “If it’s about Marilyn, you might as well drop it. I won’t force her to go if she doesn’t want to.”

“Why not?” Maromatha asked anxiously. “I’m her compatriot. I’m taking her away for her own good.”

“This is the first time we’ve met. I don’t know you at all,” said Roland in a peaceful tone. “I don’t know your personality at all. You claim that it’s for Marilyn’s sake, but who’s to say that you aren’t a liar?”

Maromatha instantly became angry. “I never lie. You can’t insult my…” “And I should take your word for it?” Roland looked at Maromatha in the eyes and interrupted her. “Although Marilyn is naughty and misbehaves every day, she’s a friend in any case. I don’t know who you are or where you’re from, yet you expect me to hand her over to you because you claim it’s good for her? Do you take me for a fool? Or is there something wrong with your head?”

At this moment, Roland spread out his mental power and imposed it on the visitor.

Maromatha felt that a mountain was on top of her, both physically and spiritually.

She could barely catch her breath under the pressure.

Even her body was slightly trembling.