Chapter 593 - Night Raid (1/2)

Chapter 593 Night Raid

Maromatha now loved the Golden Sons.

Each one was a professional and spoke nicely to her.

Facing werecats, this powerful group was willing to dispense with posturing and play with them.

Maromatha didn’t know if it was her imagination, but… she felt that some Golden Sons placed themselves in the position of slaves.

It was unbelievable.

It was almost impossible.

She felt that most werecats were weak and lacked common sense. All other hybrids had almost ostracized the werecats because they couldn’t stand the werecats’ habit of meddling with everything when they clearly didn’t have much power.

It was quite difficult to get the Spatial Magic Tower to take them in.

But, the nature of it was more for their exploitation.

It had been centuries since the werecats began depending on the Spatial Magic Tower. But their total population had hardly ever changed.

It was not that the werecats had a low fertility rate. On the contrary, the werecats’ fertility rate was quite high.

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On average, there were three newborns in one litter.

Although the newly-born werecats were tiny, much smaller than human infants, they were much easier to raise than human babies.

As long as there was a little milk, they could grow like crazy.

But even so, the total population of werecats hadn’t increased, and this was quite telling.

The werecats could survive in the Spatial Magic Tower but couldn’t thrive.

This was why Maromatha had been seeking change.

Her talent as a scout was extremely rare amongst the werecats, but for the sake of change, she took the initiative to become a spatial Mage.

As for the Golden Sons, she had a preliminary understanding of them from her contact with Roland. Now, she had spent several days with a large group of them and even lived alongside them.

This was quite a strange group, but also a group with a defined bottom line.

Although the werecats and the Golden Sons had some conflicting views, it was mostly the Golden Sons who backed down.

And they loved to say things like “seek common ground and put differences aside,” “common development,””live in harmony,” and so on.

This left a deep impression on Maromatha. She had the feeling this was the magnanimity that the dominant races should have.

She even had the idea of having her entire race follow the Golden Sons; otherwise, she wouldn’t have helped convince the werecats to follow them to the encampment.

After they’d come over, they would have to find a place to stay.

…Preferably the kind where they could live permanently.

Maromatha was one of the rare kitties among the werecats who had a vision.

Of course, because of a lack of knowledge and experience, she didn’t have much of a vision. It was just better than most lazy, shortsighted werecats that simply got on day to day.

This was all thanks to her becoming a Mage and reading more books.

Earlier in the oasis, she had been thinking about how she should organize the werecats after following the Golden Sons and seek to grow her race without harming the interests of the Golden Sons.

At first, she had no clue.

Upon seeing Roland, though, she suddenly remembered that she had talked to and listened to the Golden Sons earlier.

These people rarely avoided having werecats around when they talked about things.

So she gathered a lot of information.

For example, information about Roland, and also some things about a few of his friends. After seeing him, Maromatha suddenly had an idea.

The idea was to bring the werecats to the human world and become a subordinate race of the Golden Sons.

Forever leaving the world of hybrids.

They might as well leave a world like the hybrids’, where it was all about the size of one’s fist and there was no kindness or goodness.

“Roland, can all the werecats move to your friend’s Wetland City?”.

Her eyes widened with anticipation as she stated her request and looked at the man in front of her.

Roland froze as he turned his head to look at the werecats nearby, thought for a moment, and said, “I think that’s a good idea, but I’ll have to get in touch with my friend; he’s the mayor of the city after all.”

“I understand.” Maromatha took Roland’s hand, her small, smooth palms gently holding his fingers. “I hope you can put in a good word for us. Is that okay?”

“That’s what I should do,” Roland said with a smile, “but I think, even if I don’t say anything, you werecats should be able to settle in Wetland City.”

“But with you speaking, I think the chances of success will be much higher.” Maromatha’s tail curled up and the end twirled around. “Please, I’d appreciate it whether it works out or not.”

“There’s no need.” Roland pulled his hand out of Maromatha’s palm. “Just wait, I’ll contact him.”

“Mhm.”

Maromatha nodded repeatedly, then stood off to the side, waiting patiently.

Roland pinged Betta in the guild chat.

Roland: “Betta, there are werecats, about ten thousand of them, who want to join Wetland City, will you take them?”

Soon, Betta replied: “Is that the werecats I know? A humanoid creature with cat ears and a

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Roland: “Yes.”

Betta: “I’ll take them, of course. I’ll take as many as there are. Where are they now? I’ll send a small force to pick them up.”

Roland: “They’re at the Spatial Magic Tower, across the sea.”

Betta: “That’s a bit troublesome. It’s too far away, and traveling by boat, with the danger of a shipwreck, every death of a werecat is heartbreaking. Brother Roland, do you have any good ideas?” Roland: “Good point. Let me think about it.”

Exiting from the guild chat, Roland had a stern look on his face.

Maromatha’s heart went cold as she saw his serious expression.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Your friend isn’t willing?”

“Of course he’s willing, and very willing.” Roland explained, “It’s how the werecats will get to Wetlands City that’s the problem. After all, Hollevin is on the other side of the sea.”

Hearing that that was the problem, Maromatha sighed in relief. “That’s not a problem-we can build a boat to get there.”

“But the sea is prone to storms and accidents.”

“There are always accidents in life.” Maromatha stroked her short hair around her ears, her petite frame exuding a grace unique to exotic creatures. “As long as half of us can get there, it’s a big victory.” “But we wouldn’t think so.” Roland thought for a moment and said, “Perhaps I have an idea. But it will have to be after the Spatial Magic Tower is defeated.”

Maromatha looked at her people and smiled happily. “We can wait. By the way Roland, you took care of me a lot before, and now you’ve helped me solve such a big problem, but there’s nothing I can do in return. So… I’ll cook you a barbecue that’s unique to werecats.”

Roland was full of doubts; did the cat-people thank others by giving them food?