That was the breed that Anvis had called the 'British Shorthair' in his previous life, with a blue-gray back and a snow-white plush belly.
These curious little things have a long history, and there have been records about them since the beginning of mankind.
"Sir, have you taken a liking to this Carcosa short-haired cat?"
The owner of the cage is a Catan businessman wearing a thick white turban. He is the deputy leader of this caravan. He is leaning next to a wooden carriage full of goods, clicking a slender and patterned silver hookah.
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Seeing Anwes stop, he quickly put down his cigarette bag, spoke a somewhat weird pronunciation of Common Tongue, and introduced him enthusiastically.
"You have really good judgment. She is a little female cat. She is four months old now. She is very humane. Her strength can reach up to level four. She loves to be clean. She is a very good choice for a pet."
"And, in our countryside, there is also a special folklore related to them!"
As he spoke, the experienced businessman exaggerated his tone, then deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in a very mysterious tone.
"According to legend, their original origin is actually the dark side of Purple Moon Amys! There, there are several mysterious kingdoms that only belong to cats!
Every night when the moon is full, they will jump from the tallest eaves of the building to that world!"
Country legend?
Anvis smiled inwardly.
At first, he took these legends very seriously, but after carefully studying countless similar legends, he finally found that he could just laugh off such folk tales.
Because their original origins are often the hallucinations of some civilians who want to put their children to sleep, or some drunk guys.
However, it would be nice to use it to coax Fiona.
"Then, just choose it——"
………
The far north of the Santa Mecia Empire, the Sounida Mountains.
This place has penetrated deep into the uninhabited land in the far north of Santa Mecia. It is surrounded by thousands of miles of cold wasteland covered with ice and snow. The extremely cold frost wind blows here all year round, covering everything with a layer of deathly silvery white.
Sounida is the "Land of Eternal Night" in ancient Manni language.
The nights here are very long and as pure as gems. The stars in the sky are extremely clear, and from time to time there are colorful auroras changing in the night sky.
At the top of an unnamed peak in the mountains, stands an extremely dilapidated low stone tower.
The tower body is also covered with ice and snow. The tower body, which is made of ancient black gneiss, is somewhat tilted and seems to collapse at any time.
But when the first player arrived on the mainland, the body of the stone tower suddenly blurred. Without any warning, a slightly illusory bell echoed between heaven and earth.
The bell is not very grand and loud, but it carries an ancient charm of incomparable vicissitudes of life and desolation, as if it has traveled through the long river of time and space from ancient times——
Several ice bears that were walking on the snowfield raised their heads and looked in the distance where the bell was coming from, their eyes full of confusion.
Soon, the bell crossed the lonely cold wasteland and reached a small, simply decorated church in the center of the town guarding one side of the wasteland.
In the prayer room inside the church, a slightly thin old man wearing a dark red solemn robe stood in front of the altar, praying silently with his eyes closed.
On the altar made of pure white obsidian, there is a golden cup, which contains a little holy and warm light.
The light is extremely bright, but not dazzling. It is like the great love of God that treats everyone equally and selflessly bestows kindness and grace on the world.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a black priest's robe hurriedly walked into the simple and solemn prayer room. Facing the bright front, the old man who was praying silently saluted solemnly.
"Your Excellency Archbishop Gormore, half a minute ago, the Tower of Destiny issued a warning!"
Although the old man's aura was very ordinary, the visitors did not dare to neglect him at all.
After hearing the visitor's words, the old man bowed his head to the altar and slowly raised his head.
Although he didn't turn around, the visitor seemed to see those blue-gray eyes that were weathered and full of wisdom.
"Has His Majesty the Pope ever issued a revelation?"
"It was never laid, Your Majesty the Archbishop."
After hearing this, the old man lowered his head again, as if he was deep in thought.
The visitor showed no sign of impatience, but looked solemn, waiting for the old man's decision with great respect.
The old man in front of him is a true saint and a living legend in the Holy See.
Of course, it is not a legend of strength level, but experience.
Archbishop Gormore, a ninth-level peak priest, has personally experienced the Day of Judgment and has survived to this day. Among the seven archbishops of the Holy See, he is the closest to God. Another current archbishop of the Holy See was once his student.
At the same time, he is also the teacher of contemporary popes——
His qualifications were enough to run for the pope, but he refused to run for office, citing God's revelation, and instead recommended his own students.
As if in self-exile, he voluntarily came to this far north land near the edge of the world to guard the Stone Tower of Destiny. He practiced hard in this simple and nameless chapel, always practicing God's will with himself.
"Inform His Majesty the Pope that everything is God's will."
The middle-aged man saluted respectfully again and then slowly exited the prayer room.
The old man resumed his praying posture, but there was a hint of compassion in his expression.
When the first question was asked, the sound of the bells had not yet reached the Holy City.
If a revelation has been issued by the Pope, the revelation did not come from the Pope himself.
But gods.
………
There was no formal dinner for Fiona's birthday. Due to the long lives of professionals, they usually do not celebrate birthdays specifically. Avis's act of giving gifts was only a private act.
When Avis returned to Moonrim Castle, Fiona was in her room, curled up softly and pleasantly on her small pink bed, holding a huge book and reading.
She was wearing a comfortable white gauze dress, slightly revealing her jade-white collarbones on both sides. Her long, light golden hair was spread on both sides of her shoulders, shining with pale white fluorescence, and her temperament was as pure and flawless as crystal.
But judging from her slightly pouted pink mouth, the little princess was not satisfied with this arrangement.
Fiona's personal maid, Anne, was accompanying her to study, a task the Duke had previously assigned to her through Leonard the Butler.
She is a half-elf with light green eyes, tall and well-proportioned, with long black and silky hair hanging on her shoulders. She is similar in age to Avis's personal maid Erica.
Due to Avis's 'diligence', the Duke felt that he should occasionally urge Fiona to study. After all, she was not young anymore, so this scene happened.
"Knock knock——"
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Anne stood up gently, bowed slightly to Fiona, quickly left the room, and returned again after a while.
"Miss, Master Anvis is looking for you."
"Brother? Come in quickly."
The girl spoke with some surprise in her tone, as if she had suddenly found a savior. She glanced at the book in front of her out of the corner of her eye, her small nose wrinkled slightly, and she quickly closed it and put it aside, her movements elegant and skillful.
——She doesn't like books with more pages full of words than illustrations.