Chapter 581 - Dont You F*king Pretend (2/2)

Maromatha turned around and replied seriously.

For the past two days, Maromatha had been taken care of and fed, and what she used was given by the other side.

So instead of hating the girl who watched over her, she was quite grateful.

“Maro, how many of you werecats are in the Spatial Magic Tower?”

Maromatha was immediately a little wary. “Why are you asking this?” “As you should know by now, we want to attack the Spatial Magic Tower,” the female player said seriously as she stared into the catgirl’s eyes. “But there are many people in Tebesia who are innocent, especially you werecats. I think you can go talk to them and withdraw before we attack. If not, your people better not make a move, or we will hardly hold back once we strike.”

Maromatha’s expression froze at first, then became one of helplessness. “But where can we go after we leave the Spatial Magic Tower? It’s the only place willing to shelter us now.”

“Us.” The female player pointed at herself with bright eyes, then pointed at the other players who were working next to her. “We are willing to shelter you, if you’ll come with us.”

“But!”

Maromatha looked hesitant.

The female player laughed. “You don’t believe in our strength, right? It’s okay. You’ll know clearly after we bring down the Spatial Magic Tower. But I still suggest you go back to Tebesia and evacuate your people before we attack; otherwise, it won’t be good if something really happens.”

Maromatha bit her plush lips and asked with a confused expression, “Why are you being so nice to me, or us werecats?”

Werecats had sharp instincts, and after two days together, Maromatha had noticed that this group of people had no ill will toward her and were even quite fond of her.

Of course, their desire was there, but more than anything, they adored her.

Hearing Maromatha’s question, the female player raised her hands high and said rightfully, “Many of us like cats, kittens, and big cats. Gentle cats are cute, proud cats make people crazy, and we have a t.i.tle: cat slaves!”

Maromatha’s mouth dropped open in shock at the statement.

At the Red Magic Tower, Roland was still living a regular little life.

Cla.s.ses, magic experiments, and then occasionally taking Marilyn the catgirl for a stroll.

It was quite pleasant.

Happier by the day.

Delpon was safe and he didn’t need to worry at all.

With Andonara guarding the place, a Legend or two going over there would just be a gift of experience.

And Vincent, who recently stayed in the Magic Tower, made a post on the forum.

Congratulations to my Magic Tower Boss Roland on his super flying s.h.i.+p.

The post started with pictures of a large flying s.h.i.+p from all angles, even aerial shots.

A dozen pictures of a huge black flying s.h.i.+p like a proud maiden resting on the green gra.s.s.

It was thrilling and mind-blowing to look at.

The second half of the post said that the flying s.h.i.+p was Queen Andonara’s trophy, but wasn’t the Queen’s Roland’s woman!

The post unsurprisingly became a hot topic, with players replying with envy.

“d.a.m.n, a flying s.h.i.+p. This is the first time I’ve seen one. This thing can be used as an air carrier, right? How much money must it be worth.”

“d.a.m.n, I don’t even have a flying mount, and he already has a flying s.h.i.+p, and it was a woman who gave it to him. The difference between people is despairing. Should I delete my account and start over again?”

“If there is any pretty boy with a charisma growth of 10 or more, go and lure the queen away. I’m now annoyed when I see Roland and his woman showing love. Whoever does this, I’ll pay a million RMB as a reward.”

“‘One million is too little, right? This flying s.h.i.+p is probably worth a billion.”

“If this really existed in reality, I guess it would really start at a billion.”

”Yo, talk like this game isn’t real enough.”

“So the women in the game are so useful. Is it too late for me to become a Bard and go pick up a n.o.blewoman?” “It’s useless, I’m also a bard. I’ve picked up a n.o.ble widow. But, she will not do anything, that is, she can’t defend me from the enemy, and will not give me flying s.h.i.+ps. All she does is squeeze out my energy and life essence every day. Every day, she boils tonic soups for me to drink, and said she’d help give birth to ten or eight children; I have not left the city for a year. All I’ve done is either sleep or chat with you guys online. I had aspired to be the strongest PK player, but now I’ve been stuck at level 5 for a year. You guys mustn’t learn from

me.”

“Wait, is it true what you said, upstairs? That’s so enviable… no, disdainful. May I ask, does your widow know other lonely n.o.blewomen? I am not trying to do anything, just want to study and criticize this degenerate behavior, lest other players get trapped. As the saying goes, If I do not go to h.e.l.l to help the suffering beings there, who else will go[1]?”

“As a femininely dressed player, to this objectification of women, all I have to say is… anger, s.h.i.+vering, and cold sweat (doge).”

Roland naturally also saw this post.

He was tempted to teleport back and check out his flying s.h.i.+p, but thinking that Morton was still in the Red Magic Tower, he held back and stayed here, at ease, dangling as bait.

This same day, he took the catgirl for a walk again, and shortly after, he saw Morton approaching from the opposite side. Roland immediately changed his expression to one of bitterness and hatred.

Morton walked up to Roland and said with a grim look on his face, “Don’t pretend, I know your woman is powerful. Now, I’ll tell you one thing: this ends now, okay!?”

(1) Kșitigarbha