The black-haired cat-woman was very beautiful, but she looked rather cold.
The moment she opened her mouth, she obviously had an insufferably arrogant attitude, but for some reason, it gave off a feeling of pleading.
She was a special person who spoke the toughest words with the most cowardly expression.
Roland was rather disgusted by her tone, but he found it amusing when he saw the fear on her tiny face. He asked, "Why do you want to buy my cat?"
"She's one of my people. I'm taking her home." The black-haired cat-woman stepped forward and made a ladylike bow at him. "Honorable Mr. Roland, please sell her to me."
"I'm not going with you." Marilyn jumped out and shouted, "This is my home, and I don't know you. Why should I go with you?"
"But you'll only be someone else's maid here." The black-haired cat-woman looked at Roland and the collar that symbolized Marilyn's slave status. "Also, why are you staying here when you can leave?"
Marilyn was even more unhappy. "What does it have to do with you whether I leave or not?"
The black-haired cat-woman frowned after hearing that. "As one of my people, I have the right and obligation to return you to my clan. Be a good girl and come with me. I'll pay a considerable amount of gold coins to Mr. Roland. "
"I'm not going back." Marilyn grimaced. "I'm not going back. Also, this is my home. Get the hell out of here. I'm used to being alone. I don't recognize anyone except my master. "
The black-haired cat-woman looked rather uncomfortable.
After a brief silence, she said to Roland, "Sir, can you order her to go back with me as her master?"
"What do you think?" asked Roland back.
The black-haired cat-woman said with a bitter smile, "I understand. It's certainly impossible."
The cat-women were very expensive in the slave market.
They were second only to the elven slaves.
Also, they weren't as risky as selling elven slaves, who might be hunted down by the Druids.
The cat-women were only slightly more numerous than the elves. Also, they weren't very strong.
The cat-women were very suitable as scouts or assassins.
However, there were too many races among the Orcs who could hide.
Dogs, werewolves, tigers, lions, leopards, foxes, and so on.
He had night vision and a f * cking keen sense of smell.
In the human world, werecat scouts or assassins were quite troublesome. Sensitive, quick-witted, and quick in action. However, the werecats were not considered a truly powerful race in the Orc World.
It just so happened that werecats were very beautiful, similar to foxmen, and were quite popular among humans and orcs.
Therefore, it was quite dangerous for a werecat to walk outside alone.
"Your Excellency Roland, I know it's impossible, but please consider my suggestion." The black-haired catgirl looked at Roland with a hint of begging in her beautiful green eyes. "She should come back to the clan with me. She'll be happy."
Marilyn jumped out again. "Of course not. I'm the happiest when I'm with Master. "
Roland patted Marilyn's head. "Okay, go back and rest."
"Oh, okay."
Marilyn grimaced at the black-haired catgirl again and hopped back to her house.
The black-haired catgirl looked frustrated. She sighed as Marilyn disappeared and looked Roland in the eye.
"Your Excellency Roland, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Roland pointed at the stone pavilion in the garden not far away, where there were chairs and stools. He walked to the pavilion and said, "Of course, but I don't know your name yet, my lady."
"Maromatha."
The black-haired catgirl followed Roland quickly. She was rather petite, as all female werecats were. In comparison, the tigers, lions, and leopards were much larger.
"Then, Ms. Maromatha, what do you want to talk to me about?" Roland had already sat on the chair and made a gesture of invitation to the black-haired catgirl. "If it's about Marilyn, forget it. I won't force her to go if she doesn't want to. "
"Why?" Maromatha asked anxiously. "I'm her compatriot. It's for her own good that I'm taking her away."
"This is the first time we've met. I don't know you very well," Roland said in a rather peaceful tone. "Whether you're a good or bad person, you claim that it's for Marilyn's good, but nobody can say that you're not a liar!"
Maromatha was instantly angry. "I'm not a liar. You can't insult my … "
"Should I believe you just because you say you're not a liar?" Roland looked Maromatha in the eye and interrupted her. "Marilyn is mischievous and never does proper work, but she's my friend anyway. I don't know you, who you are, or where you're from. You say that it's for her own good, and I have to give her to you? Do you think I'm a fool, or is there something wrong with your mind? "
At this point, Roland's mental power had been spread out and oppressed her.
Maromatha felt that a mountain was pressing on her both physically and mentally.
She almost couldn't breathe under the pressure.
Her body began to shiver.
Seeing that her face turned pale, Roland knew that he was too excited. Then, he withdrew his mental power and said, "You can say that, even if Marilyn is willing to go with you, I would've advised her to choose carefully. Even if you're not up to no good, it's true that you want to take her back to the werecats. "
Maromatha slightly lowered her head and clutched her gray magic robe. "I really won't hurt her. I really want to take her back to the werecats."
"Even if your intentions are good," Roland continued. "But can you guarantee that Marilyn's life will be better after she returns to the werecats? Will she have a place to live there? Will she be able to find a job and ensure her living standard? Won't she be bullied by other werecats? After all, she's an outsider. "
The black catgirl was rather stunned by the series of questions.
After a long time, she stammered, "I've never thought about that … but I think it can be overcome."
Roland slightly shook his head. "Don't be hot-blooded. Your kindness seems to be trouble in the eyes of some people. I can't guarantee anything else if Marilyn stays here, but I can at least ensure her living standard and safety. "
Maromatha was convinced of that.
After she came to the Red Magic Tower, a lot of people looked at her with weird eyes.
Some were nasty, some greedy, and some were eager to hunt.
Had it not been for her magic robe that represented her identity, she would've been harassed or resorted to dirty tricks.
But when she chased after Marilyn, she sensed something different.
She was also a cat girl, but when Marilyn ran on the streets, people would look at her with fear in their eyes. It could even be said to be a little fearful.
It meant that Marilyn might be very important here.
What kind of status could a catgirl, who wasn't even a Mage, have?
So, there was only one possibility, and that was that the person behind Marilyn was very prestigious, so even a catgirl like her was greatly protected.
After learning that there was a catgirl here, she investigated Roland and learned how strong Roland was from the intelligence dealers.
Not only was he protected by the Great Elder of the Red Magic Tower, but he was also a super genius who beat up students the moment he joined the school.
None of the mentors below the Legendary level had much chance of winning against Roland.
"I …" Maromatha didn't give up, but she couldn't find any words or arguments to refute Roland. After a while, she heaved a long sigh and said, "Let's put Marilyn's matter aside for now. Mr. Roland, I'm here on behalf of the Monochrome Magic Tower. Before I came here, my mentor asked me to ask you a few questions. "
So, she was from the Monochrome Magic Tower.
Roland was slightly surprised.
Catgirls were more suitable as scouts and assassins, and it was easier for them to learn magic. Besides, spatial magic was the second most difficult school of magic to learn.
This catgirl was close to the level of Master. It seemed that she was quite talented.
"The Monochrome Magic Tower has always been close to the Red Magic Tower. Feel free to ask me any questions," said Roland with a smile.
"Our traitor has the ability to teleport. How did you catch him?"
Roland was rather proud of that. "Didn't the mentor of the Red Magic Tower explain it to you?"
"No!" Maromatha shook her head, her ear-length short black hair swaying, reflecting the luster and as soft as silk. "There was only one message sent to us: 'The man has been caught, come quickly!'"
That was truly the Great Elder's style.
Roland didn't think that his capture process was remarkable. It wasn't that he couldn't tell anyone. So, he said, "I know Spatial Anchor."
"But the traitor can do it too," said Maromatha in confusion. "He specializes in spatial magic, and you're an evocator. You can't be stronger than the traitor even if you also study spatial magic. He had enough time to escape before your Spatial Anchor took shape. "
"Oh, my Spatial Anchor is instantaneous."
"Even if it's instantaneous, there's still enough time …" Maromatha was suddenly stunned. "Wait, what did you say? Spatial Anchor is instantaneous?"
Roland nodded.
"Did I hear you right?" Maromatha pressed her temples with her hands. "Am I hearing things because I'm too tired? You're a Master Mage. How can you instantly cast Spatial Anchor? That's something that only a Legendary Mage who specializes in spatial magic can do. "
"But I really can."
"That's impossible …"
Roland secretly sighed. He didn't want to argue with her on such a boring question, so he snapped his fingers.
The air around began to twist, and several transparent chains darted out of the void and pierced into the mud, fixing the nearby space.
"It's really … instantaneous." The cat ears on Maromatha's head shook three times. She looked at the nearest chain for a long time before she came back to herself. Finally, she said, "You still don't need casting materials?"
"Casting materials free is my personal talent."
The catgirl was stunned for a long time again. Finally, she asked slowly, "Our mentor wants to ask, since you've caught the traitor once, you must have a way to deal with him. Can you escort him to the Spatial Magic Tower?"
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