N-A-A Chapter 257 Instigating the Cat
Chapter 257 Instigating the Cat
Chapter 257 Instigating the Cat (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
Klein, who had successfully stolen the "Desecration Card," was not in good condition at the moment.
Actually, he was in a pretty good mood at first. Later that day, Miss "Justice" sent him a message informing him that the bookmark in the exhibition hall was indeed strange, and it was very likely the disguised "Blasphemy Card" mentioned in Russell's diary.
To avoid missing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he acted decisively. Using Mr. Azik's bronze whistle and the special properties of the gray fog, he successfully infiltrated the museum in spirit form. Although he alerted the guards, he stole the bookmark without incident and escaped unharmed.
Who would have thought that not long after escaping, he would stumble upon a murder scene, and the perpetrator would turn out to be a huge demon dog!
"Ha!"
A deep, threatening growl came from the throat of the large black dog.
Suddenly, its body began to expand rapidly, its muscles bulging, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a terrifying monster two or three meters tall, rushing towards Klein with a foul-smelling gust of wind.
After dodging several fatal attacks using "Paper Doll Substitute" and "Phantom," Klein decisively changed his strategy. He shouted at the top of his lungs, with all his might, into the silent night sky:
"Murder!"
"Help!"
"Murder!!!"
These piercing cries for help instantly awakened the residents of the entire street and were clearly heard by the patrolling police officers.
This forced the demon hound to temporarily abandon its pursuit of Klein and frantically clean up the scene.
However, Klein hadn't run far when he saw a figure holding a revolver at the alleyway ahead.
Accomplices?
Klein felt a chill run down his spine and immediately made a snapping motion, ready to release an air bullet.
"Who's calling for help? Is anyone there?"
That voice—it sounds familiar? I think I just heard it this afternoon.
Bathed in moonlight, a figure slowly walked from the other end of the alley.
Lorne, holding the "Phantom," stared wide-eyed at the disheveled figure before him.
Klein had a similar expression.
"Why is it you again!"
The two of them let out the same wail in unison.
"No, we'd better run!"
Klein was the first to react and started running.
"What? What happened?" Lorne hadn't figured out what was going on when he grabbed him.
"Was it you who shouted for help?"
"No, it wasn't me." Klein turned his head away.
It's so embarrassing to be begging for help in front of this guy.
"Let me go! Run!" Klein roared as he struggled.
"No, that voice sounds like yours. What happened?"
"It's not shameful to ask me for help."
"I—" Klein wanted to say something more.
"Holy crap!!!"
A furious roar came from the alley behind them, interrupting their "reminiscing".
"My God—this is so unlucky—"
After running through several streets and confirming that the monster was not chasing him, Lorne stopped, leaning against the wall, and panting heavily.
The sudden attack left him no time to think. Instead of fighting back, he decisively chose to flee, just like Sherlock.
The detective was faster than him, using that strange teleportation ability to disappear in a flash—
Why are all the strange things happening today?
First, I encountered Sherlock and the Five of Clubs at the museum, and after a few words, Fors got angry. Then, during dinner, Fors teased me again, and on my way out, the "Mysterious Queen" cornered me on the street. Now, it's all over...
I even encountered a monster on my way home!
"Backlund is the capital, and this is even more exciting than being at sea! What are these official Extraordinary Beings doing?!"
"As expected, nothing good ever comes of running into that Sherlock!"
"Wait—where am I?" Lorne complained as he looked around at his surroundings.
"I never expected that I would end up on Rose Street without even realizing it."
"I shouldn't have left any traces, right?" Lorne quickly checked himself and confirmed that the "Machine" anti-divination passive was still in effect.
Just as he was hesitating whether to circle around the area a few more times to completely shake off any potential pursuers,
An orange figure descended from the sky like lightning, landing precisely on his head.
"Meow!"
That familiar touch—
"Ugh—ah! Ah! Rachel! I know you're excited, but don't just plop your head on mine!"
"Don't look so miserable, it's like I've abandoned you."
The orange tabby cat, Rachi, seemed to have made the neighborhood its territory, and it spotted Lorne as soon as he entered its "patrol range".
"Meow—" Laki jumped down from his head, lowered her head, and scratched the ground with her paws. She didn't make a sound, but showed an extremely human-like, aggrieved and sad expression.
"Alright, alright, I've brought you good news this time." Lorne smiled, picking up the increasingly heavy cat and walking towards number 69. "You're eligible for promotion."
"Meow!" Laki understood the words, and her amber eyes shone with excitement.
"When have I ever lied to you?" Lorne said to himself. "But—Latchey, is the food at Mrs. Griffin's house really that good? Have you gained weight recently? You're almost like Garfield."
"Do you know what Garfield is? It's a big, fat orange cat."
"Meow!" (No way!)
"Why did you come back in the middle of the night?"
"Whatever it is, let's talk about it tomorrow morning. Honestly, disturbing the old man's rest—"
Hearing Mrs. Griffin's muffled complaints coming from inside the room, Lorne felt a little embarrassed. He carried Rachel and tiptoed upstairs to his room.
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"Sigh, once I settle down, I'll still need to find my own house in Backlund. Renting is still a bit inconvenient. But the house prices in Backlund—hiss—" Sitting at his desk, Lorne couldn't help but sigh.
"Meow! Meow!" Rachel shook Lorne's arm with her paws, seemingly impatient.
"Sigh, I know, I know, don't be in such a hurry—"
Lorne took out the playing card from the inside pocket of his coat, and then took out the corresponding main ingredients, auxiliary ingredients, beakers, pure water and other utensils from his personal space.
The heart of the Demon Throat Honeydew, the complete venom sac of the Dark Lurker—
"What strange auxiliary materials, they even need walnuts that haven't been peeled—" Lorne muttered to himself.
Then, the last auxiliary material was placed into the beaker.
"Meow!"
Under Lachi's gaze, filled with surprise and anticipation, a black potion radiating an unusual luster slowly formed in the beaker. The potion was as black as ink, yet its surface shimmered with an oily sheen, and tiny bubbles continuously rose from it.
"This—is this really drinkable? Why does this potion seem to emanate a strong sense of malice—"
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Unlike Lorne's somewhat hesitant expression, Rachi looked excited. It leaped onto the desk, its cat eyes fixed on the liquid in the cup, as if it were looking at some priceless treasure.
"Are you sure you want to drink?" Lorne asked.
"Meow!" Laki nodded emphatically.
"Okay." After confirming that his spiritual intuition was unresponsive, Lorne pushed the somewhat strange-looking liquid in front of it.
"Meow."
"Glug, glug—" Laki curled up her pink tongue and licked the liquid in the beaker.
Accompanied by the entry of the magic potion.
"Meow!" it let out a sharp, satisfied cry.
The Instigator Cat was born.
Meanwhile, inside an underground stronghold in Backlund.
Sitting on the golden toilet he had just "borrowed" from the museum, Club 5 looked at the newspaper filled with news of a booming stock market and fell into deep thought.
"There was indeed that atmosphere in the exhibition hall, although it quickly dissipated."
"If we continue investigating, I'm afraid my own identity will be exposed—"
"Although Lord Antigonus is as stupid as a dog, he can still be a problem if you really run into him—"
"And that womanizer, he has traces of paranoia on him—" He sighed as he thought of this.
"Why make me do these thankless tasks when there wasn't even a referendum?"
He stood up and stretched.
"Backlund is going to be in chaos again."
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