Chapter 23 Cats, Gifts, and Bells

It was a breed known as the 'British Shorthair' in Anvis' 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.

"My lord, 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. .

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!

Whenever 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 tilted slightly 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 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 at the direction where the bell was coming from, their eyes full of confusion.

Soon, the bell crossed the lonely and cold wasteland and reached a small church with simple decoration 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 was a golden cup, which contained a little holy and warm light.

The light was extremely bright, but not dazzling. It was like the great love of gods that treated everyone equally and selflessly bestowed 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 front of the light, the old man who was praying silently saluted solemnly.

"Your Excellency Archbishop Gormore, half a minute ago, the Tower of Destiny issued an early warning!"

Although the old man's aura was very ordinary, the visitor 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 full of vicissitudes of life and full of wisdom.

"Has His Majesty the Pope ever issued a revelation?"

"It was never laid, Your Majesty the Archbishop."

Hearing this, the old man lowered his head again, as if 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, 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 person closest to God. Another archbishop currently in 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.

However, as if he was in self-exile, he voluntarily came to this far north land near the edge of the world to guard the Destiny Stone Tower. Practicing ascetic practices in this simple, nameless chapel, I always practice God's will with myself.

"Inform His Majesty the Pope, 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 His Holiness the Pope has already issued a revelation, then the revelation did not come from the Pope himself.

But from God.

………

There was no formal dinner for Fiona's birthday. Due to the long life of professionals, they usually do not celebrate their birthdays specifically. Avis's act of giving gifts was just a private act.

When Avis returned to Moon Castle, Fiona was in her room, curled up softly on her pink bed, holding a huge book and reading.

She was wearing a comfortable white gauze dress, slightly revealing her white jade collarbones on both sides, and her soft light golden hair was scattered on both sides of her shoulders, shining with pale white fluorescence, and her temperament was as pure and flawless as crystal.

But from her slightly pouting pink little mouth, the little princess was not satisfied with this arrangement.

Fiona's personal maid Anne accompanied her to read, which was a task assigned to her by the Duke through Butler Leonard.

She is a half-elf with light green eyes, tall and well-proportioned, with long black and smooth hair draped over her shoulders. She is about the same age as Erica, Avis's personal maid.

Because of Avis's "diligence", the Duke feels that he should occasionally urge Fiona to study, after all, she is not young anymore, so this scene happened.

"Knock knock--"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Anne gently stood up, bowed slightly to Fiona, and quickly left the room, returning again after a moment.

"Miss, Master Avis is looking for you."

"Brother? Please come in."

The girl spoke with some surprise, as if she had suddenly found a savior. She glanced at the book in front of her, her small nose wrinkled slightly, and quickly closed it and put it aside, with elegant and skillful movements.

——She doesn't like this kind of book with more pages full of words than illustrations.

The new year is here, goo--