Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In

Chapter 114: Chapter 102: Can the Proud Cat be Shy? _3 Chapter 114: Chapter 102: Can the Proud Cat be Shy? _3 Luo Xi: “…”

[Traveler, you feel your foot being stepped on.]

[You look down and realize that Cat Cat is stepping on you.]

[Lena glances at you, “Let’s go.”]

[Squeak—]

[The door of the cottage opens automatically.]

[Traveler, as you exit the cottage, some people eagerly enter.]

[Is this shop really that popular?]

[Lena lowers her voice, “Ten pounds of Essence Crystals, that’s outright extortion. If it were outside, I’d certainly extort a batch back from them.”]

[Wei’er whispers, “So are we going to try and find someone in that retirement home now?”]

[Lena shakes her head, “That retirement home is filled with retirees from the Winter Legion; it has ample security forces. It’s as difficult as reaching the heavens to sneak in, unless a big-shot is willing to take us in.”]

[Wei’er falls silent.]

[Lena consoles the girl, “It’s all right, there will always be opportunities, at least now we know that someone survived that day.”]

[“It’s just that Sister Lena, you’ve spent so much.”]

[“Ha-ha, this little money is nothing. Ever since teacher taught me how to draw scrolls, I have never been short on cash again.”]

[Lena looks at the road they had come from, “Since we’re already here, it’s not bad to browse the black market’s street stands. If we’re lucky, we might even pick up some treasures. Shall we take a look?”]

[Cat Cat nods: “Mhm.”]

[Traveler, you nod in agreement as well.]

[Thus, you head towards the street stands at the exit of the long street.]

[The dazzling array of street stand merchandise passes before your eyes one by one.]

[You squat down and examine an item on one of the stands.]

[Materials: Genus Rat Origin Beast fur, unrefined essence ore…]

Luo Xi: “…”

It’s like a street full of junk dealers.

[Lena says, “That’s what black market street stands are like, pay the fee and set up, so the quality of goods is hit or miss.”]

[Wei’er suddenly stops, lifts her head, and looks towards somewhere.]

[“What’s the matter?” Lena asks.]

[“I think I sense something familiar,” Wei’er says, walking over there.]

[Traveler, you follow Wei’er and eventually reach the stand of a stall owner wearing a bull mask.]

[You look in the direction of Wei’er’s gaze.]

[It’s a black magical staff, appearing quite ordinary, put up for sale on the stand.]

[The stall owner smiles, “What would you like to purchase, customer?”]

[Wei’er lowers her head, seemingly disappointed.]

[“Nothing, let’s move on.”]

[Traveler, you squat down and touch the staff.]

[Instantly, you feel your hat getting unbearably hot.]

…

Not a ripple stirred in the Wine Tasting House.

After receiving another group of guests, the wine house didn’t open its doors again, and the front door was firmly closed.

The person behind the counter wearing an owl mask took off the mask hanging on their face.

Surprisingly, beneath the mask is not the face of a wizened old person, but rather a beautiful woman’s face, with arched willow-leaf eyebrows above her black pupils, with gray hair that had been tucked under the mask now let down, cascading beside her and reflecting the dim light of the tavern.

She mutters to herself, “It’s been three years now; why are there still people trying to investigate the events of that day? Isn’t living well enough? Or could it be they are also related to what happened back then?”

“No good, I need to search for clues about that incident as well. Why are there more and more things happening in Winter City…”

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A bit better than yesterday.