Chapter 1323 Chief Rat Catcher

"Good evening, Mr. Pastor." Medea politely smiled back at the young priest.

"My name is Peter, and I am the local pastor in the village. If you need my help with anything, please don't hesitate!"

The young pastor said with a smile.

"Oh, what a coincidence! Mr. Peter, we are planning to go to the village hall to ask you and your colleagues about the cockatrice." Medea looked happy.

"cockatrice? There's something to talk about, come with me."

Peter climbed up the steps and saw the rabbit mantle blocking the way, so he had to stop, put his hands on his hips, and shouted angrily:

"Katie! How many times have I told you? Stop leaving disgusting dead rats at the door, why can't you remember!"

"Also, from now on, you are not allowed to bask in the sun at the door, and you will not look at your own appearance. If you lie down at the door, no one else will dare to come to the village office to do business."

"Hey! Katie! Don't play dumb, I'm talking to you! Are you listening to me, you vain and arrogant fat girl?"

The cat cat named "Katie" seemed to understand Peter's reprimand, turned around and stared at him meowing and roaring, then suddenly jumped up, curled up into a ball of meat in the air, like a meteor crashing into the arms of the young priest.

"Wow!" The young pastor staggered back from being bumped by her, and fell down the steps.

Katie jumped forward, raised a pair of furry front paws, and slapped her head and face in a row.

Peter received a "meow meow punch" and was beaten into a daze. When he came back to his senses, Katie jumped up the steps with her plump buttocks twisted, grabbed the doorknob by herself, and opened the door skillfully. into the house.

At first, Joann wanted to stop the manul attacking Peter, but he soon noticed Katie's cat claws, deliberately retracted the sharp claws, and just patted the young pastor's cheek with the soft palm pad .

As a senior "cat stroking expert", Joan could of course see that Katie was just playing with Peter, otherwise she would show her sharp claws and scratch the young pastor with a single slap.

"Damn fat cat, just wait for me..."

Although Peter was not scratched, the scorpion's strength was quite strong. This slap, which was as fast as the wind and thunder, made his cheeks flush and his head go numb.

"Mr. Pastor, are you okay?" Ruby asked with concern.

"I'm fine, Katie is the animal companion of Druid Bafula in the village, and also the 'chief mouse catcher' of our village. If her character is not so arrogant and arrogant, but more docile and well-behaved, It's a pretty good cat."

Peter rubbed his cheeks with a wry smile, stepped up the steps, opened the door, and invited three foreign visitors into the room.

"If you're not in a hurry, come in and have a cup of tea. About the cockatrice, you might as well sit down and chat slowly."

Joan followed Peter into the village office. The spacious hall was decorated like an office. A girl heard the door open and turned to look at the door.

Joan just happened to look at her four eyes, and couldn't help being slightly startled.

The girl in the room seemed to be about the same age as Peter, with a slender figure, wearing tight leather armor with woodland boots, a short grass green cloak with a golden wheat ear emblem on her coat, and a fluffy tail proudly raised from behind her hips. Her short hair was black and beautiful, but it couldn't cover her slightly trembling cat ears. The slender pupils of the pupils were unusually shiny, revealing curiosity.

Ruby and Medea followed Joan into the house, and they were surprised when they saw the girl for the first time.

"Hey! Outlanders, look at you staring at me blankly. Is this the first time you've seen a cat person?" The girl in green asked loudly.

The girl's tone was a bit rough, but it could be heard that she was not hostile.

Medea and Ruby nodded quickly.

It was indeed the first time for them to see this kind of humanoid creature with feline features, that is, the "cat people" that the girl in green said.

Joan calmed down after the initial accident, in fact, he is no stranger to cat people.

When he was studying in Port Layton, he made friends with a catwoman reporter named "Little Meow", and he didn't expect to meet Meow's clan here.

In his opinion, the green-clothed girl on the opposite side is six to seven points similar to Sister Meow in appearance, but it cannot be inferred that the two are related.

Two catgirls, one was born in the New World and the other lived in the Old World. The geographical environment separated by oceans makes it impossible for them to have a blood relationship.

As for the similar appearance of the two, it doesn't really explain anything. It's more likely that it's just the common racial characteristics of cat people.

When aesthetics crosses races, "face blindness" becomes a common phenomenon. For example, in the eyes of humans, all dwarves look similar, and it is difficult for you to distinguish the difference between two equally handsome elf faces. The reverse is also true. Perhaps in the eyes of cat people, all human beings look similar and lack the appearance characteristics to distinguish their identities. Only by getting along with each other for a long time can they match a person's appearance with his identity.

"Hi~ Bafula, these three visitors have something to discuss with us, are you free now?"

Peter asked the Catwoman.

"Of course I'm free." Catwoman showed a friendly smile to Joan, Medea and Ruby, then turned to Peter and said, "Go and get some drinks for the guests."

"You have hands and feet, why did you let me serve tea and water?" Peter protested unconvinced.

"Because you are younger than me, and you can't beat me." Catwoman waved her paw at the young priest confidently, "Hurry up and serve tea, or I will beat you!"

"Can't you act like a lady in front of guests?" Peter couldn't help complaining.

"I'm already a lady, I don't need to pretend!"

Bafra shook the cat ears on her forehead triumphantly, suddenly remembered something, and stared at Peter with a straight face: "Little monkey, did you bully my Katie again just now?"

"Why, that fat cat sued you again?" Peter rubbed his cheeks that were red from the cat's paw, and said aggrievedly: "The fact is just the opposite, it was Katie who bullied me..."

"If you don't take the initiative to provoke Katie, she won't take the initiative to attack you." Bafula was obviously protecting her weaknesses.

The manul, who was squatting on the desk and licking his paws, meowed, as if echoing his master's accusation against Peter.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you two unreasonable guys." Peter laughed angrily, shook his head, turned and walked into the kitchen next door.

Bafula turned her head and glared at the mantle, grabbed the soft fur on the back of her neck, and lifted it up.

"Don't think I don't know what you've done! Although I defend you in front of Peter, it doesn't mean that I condone your nonsense. Hurry up and get rid of those dead rats outside the door!"

Thanks to the book friends: tce, this week rewards 600 starting coins; Xingchen love novels, this week rewards 200 starting coins