According to the records, when one hears the crisp and tender ow, it signifies that the most crucial part of the "Orange Cat" is complete.
What's left?
Eat the Golden Acorn that has blended various base materials.
And then?
Feel the changes that the "Orange Cat" has brought to oneself.
Arthur didn't hesitate and directly took the Golden Acorn out of the iron pot.
From its appearance, it was smaller by several sizes than when it had just been thrown in, and its shape had beco round, with a pale gold color.
It looked a bit like a golden date.
The scent was also sowhat similar, with the unique aroma of dates.
After observing for a few seconds, Arthur directly tossed the greatly changed Golden Acorn into his mouth.
The texture was a bit doughy but filled with an oily broth. Upon taking a bite, although it wasn't as crisp as a date in the imagination, without pits, a satisfying sensation arose when chewed heartily. The savory flavor was just right, at least far less than 50 grams of salt would be.
The savory oils combined with the soft texture...
"Stewed stead bun in an iron pot!"
Arthur's eyes brightened, his throat moved up and down, and he swallowed all the food in his mouth.
Although by the standards of the 'Mystic Side,' this transford Golden Acorn should be referred to as 'Ritual Object,' the appearance and taste, especially the latter, made it hard for Arthur to call it a 'Ritual Object.'
In the end, he chose to refer to it as 'Food.'
After all, whose ho-cooked stewed stead buns could be 'Ritual Objects'? It's not like they went to Harbin where even the frozen pears are artfully plated.
Is it delicious?
"Delicious!"
Arthur answered without any hesitation.
It certainly wasn't lip service but the most genuine feeling of Arthur at the mont. Aside from the iron pot stewed cornbread, what else could compete with a stewed stead bun in an iron pot?
Even if stewed dishes could be mixed with rice, they would still fall short.
Arthur's response was instinctive.
But after he spoke, the young 'Spirit dium' beca alert, and then his vision changed—
First, he saw Pendragon eating cat food, owing cheerily as if expressing its deliciousness, then curling up and falling asleep after it was full.
Then, he saw Pendragon eating dried fish, two bites for each piece, excitedly declaring its deliciousness before curling up and sleeping after the al.
Next, he saw Pendragon eating the 'Police Chief's biscuits, gobbling them down as if a bulldozer, finishing half a bowl in one go, then curling up in the 'Police Chief's cat nest and sleeping.
About dozens of scenes passed by, all about eating until full, then sleeping upon waking up.
'Why does it feel like watching a glutton?' Arthur thought subconsciously as he watched Pendragon in the scenes.
Then, more scenes appeared, and Arthur saw fragnts of Pendragon's days as a stray: either stealing other cats' food or on his way to do so.
Once he got robust, he started gathering other cats to take over territories from cats of other streets.
Just like a snowball effect, he quickly took over the district with the most abundant food.
Seeing this, Arthur's mouth curled up slightly.
'Truly my cat!' He assessed, but then a scene appeared that made the young 'Spirit dium's eyes narrow.
The vagabond!
That crazy, crazy man who 'taught' him swordsmanship.
He...
Was feeding Pendragon.
The man happened upon Pendragon, plump and round, in a small alley behind West Mok Avenue; although rounded, it didn't stop Pendragon from continuing to seek food.
Or rather, Pendragon's added cuteness from being plump made people feed him unconsciously.
The ragged vagabond was just like that.
Moreover, while feeding the little cat, he would unwittingly pour out his heart.
His words contained everything, including the so-called 'Swift Bird Swordsmanship' breathing thod, ditation thod, many secret techniques, and also many unknown secrets of the 'Mystic Side.'
However, the haphazard narration often made Arthur frown.
But one thing, the vagabond very firmly described.
It was about the Countess of South Los.
'Such a unique charm!'
That's how he referred to the Countess of South Los.
Afterward, he said one more thing.
'I never expected! Never expected!
It would be like this!'
Just as Arthur continued to listen, the other's speech beca jumbled again, and through Pendragon's perspective, the beggar was very elusive, with bizarre occurrences frequently happening around him. Without doing anything, hands would extend out from the walls, and sotis, while simply lying there basking in the sun, his shadow would rise on its own and strangle the beggar's neck.
This had startled Pendragon several tis.
But Pendragon quickly got used to it.
'No wonder you remained so calm despite encountering so many killers and slling the scent of blood; so this was the reason!'
Arthur had already found it strange that Pendragon was so unfazed.
In his opinion, cats should be very sensitive creatures.
Yet, Pendragon seed sowhat dull, not causing a fuss or making a scene, eating the cat food when fed, and sleeping after he had his fill.
This once made Arthur worry whether his cat was ntally ill.
Fortunately, that was not the case.
'Then after the broken leg, covered in injuries...'
As Arthur contemplated, the scene shifted. Pendragon saw a doll holding a long kitchen knife, bearing so resemblance to 'Anna.'
However, unlike 'Anna,' this doll was really moving on its own.
The doll appeared alone in front of Pendragon.
It sliced at Pendragon, knife after knife.
Pan fought back, but to the other, Pan's strength was like trying to stop a car with outstretched arms.
With a single slash, its hind leg was almost completely severed.
Even though he knew what happened later, Arthur's eyes still narrowed slightly, with a chilling intensity rising in his gaze.
He, rembered that doll.
Pendragon was tornted to the brink of death.
That 'beggar' appeared once more.
'Useless.'
Leaving behind just that remark, the beggar turned and left, leaving Pendragon to wait for death in the alley, just like any other stray cat.
'Very good!'
Arthur silently appraised in his heart.
He, rembered that beggar once again.
Afterward, the scene froze.
Everything ca to a halt.
But not the heart.
On the contrary, Arthur's heart started beating even more vigorously and powerfully.
Thump, thump, thump!
Each throb was like the beating of a war drum.
Each thump pumped a large volu of blood throughout his body.
And the speed was increasing.
The heart was about to burst!
He was about to face death!
Arthur felt this clearly, but what was clearer was that crisp, youthful ow.
ow~
The heart about to explode cald down, and although death still lingered, everything that had stopped remained so, yet in a trance, during this lingering death, Arthur found sothing extraordinary within this halt—
Light!
Orange light!
These bits of orange light began to gather, clinging onto him, entering his heart, and with the heart's pounding, spread throughout his body.
In front of Arthur's eyes, text began to appear one by one.
[Orange Cat, assessnt in progress...]
[Base material assessnt passed...]
[Spirituality assessnt passed...]
[Willpower assessnt passed...]
[Orange Cat, complete!]
...
A sense of relief spread throughout his body, and Arthur felt as though he were soaking in a bath.
This comfort made Arthur want to close his eyes uncontrollably.
But in the next mont, the young 'Spirit dium' suddenly opened his eyes wide—
No, sothing's wrong!
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