Chapter 1592 (1/2)

The paw suddenly touched didn't surprise the female swordsman. She had a hunch when the flower cat ran over just now.

Some connection of more than five senses connects her with her only two relatives, and one of them is still in the goblin world and has already expressed his killing heart for her. At this moment, only one person can appear behind her so leisurely and greet her so intimately.

Kairas's eyes were shaking in the dark. What kind of emotion did they contain? Anger? to be puzzled? sympathy? Or happy?

Atta doesn't understand, not because she can't read other people's eyes. In other people, she can keenly capture and have empathy, but precisely because the cat goblin is too important to her, she can't read anything. In other words, even if you read something, you don't dare to judge it.

”Come with me.”

You don't need to really say it, or even agree on the code or mouth shape, but you can feel the meaning of the other party from the body movements. This is the opposite of reading mood.

In short, one person and one cat walk around the fence in the night. With their ability, they can leave here, stay away from those underground holes and mages, find the gray robe and pretend that nothing has happened. No one cares, not even many people know.

In fact, Kellas did have this idea in the process of leading the way, but it was soon rejected by himself. He can't do this. He can't let the desire to protect atta overshadow her own judgment and will. She is no longer the child who needs him to stop all problems.

When did it start? While running? In hair town? Or earlier, on the grassland, even when the grey lion met the grey robe? When do children grow up and when do they have thinking and action beyond their guardians' expectations?

I'm afraid this is an unanswerable question. Despite the existence of adult rites, growth often sprouts earlier than rituals.

”It's safe here. If someone approaches, they'll help us watch.”

They are a group of cats, a group of wild cats moving in this fence and lawn and even the whole school of life. One of the most eye-catching is the flower cat who just helped distract the mage's attention. It came to the cat swordsman and intimately made a deep cry. The latter stroked his chin several times in response.

”Do you know her well?” Atta's tone was a little strange, because it was obviously a female cat in front of Kellas. Well, cat, goblin, cat, I heard that the relationship between the two species is not so alienated.

”She is a brave, intelligent, tough and leading lady.” Carras said this in a tone that made it impossible to combine his description with the cat.

”She once raised three children independently with a broken hind leg. Isn't it a great feat? For a mother who can only make a living by claws and teeth.”

”Well, yes, of course, I mean.” Personally, atta regarded the black cat as her father, especially after she recovered her memory. So she was not ready to catch the topic.

Fortunately, carras didn't intend to go further on this topic. He turned and jumped onto the low wall to make himself equal to the female swordsman. In a serious tone, he said, ”are you looking for the captured goblin?”