Chapter 899: Chapter 52: Learn to Meow with Me

The next morning.

Since connecting eyes across the sky with the Elf Three Kings, Xili, Celebrian, and Rose seemed to have broken through a barrier, becoming even closer.

Early in the morning, they went out together, laughing and chatting, heading to the market in Turin City to purchase supplies, leaving Luo En alone in the empty house.

With nothing else to do, Luo En played a few rounds of the variant Gwent card game with the old man Gandalf in the courtyard. Then he wandered out to visit the library of Turin City to investigate the matter regarding the Fafnir brothers.

As he walked and paused along the way, taking in the scenery, Luo En couldn’t help but marvel at the unique forging culture of the Dwarves.

Almost every household had a forge for crafting; the sounds of hammering raw embryos and quenching metals were incessant. From small farming and cooking utensils to large weapons and warships, all were produced in the workshops of the Dwarves.

It could be said that every adult Dwarf was a skilled artisan, and the entire city of Turin was like a massive armory.

Moreover, compared to the Elves’ over-pursuit of perfection and refinement, Dwarven craftsmanship focused more on mass production and practicality. In a word, it was the embodiment of durability and generous supply.

With the integration of the Seven Dwarf Clans now complete, once war broke out, the united Dwarf Clan could provide a steady stream of weapons and equipment to their allies.

Thinking of this, a flicker in Luo En’s eyes indicated that the thoughts churning in his mind seemed to have unveiled a corner of the mist shrouding this Dragon Disaster.

As he walked and pondered, a figure among the crowd caught his attention.

A tall woman, with a body so ravishing it could lead to sin. Her long silvery-gray hair draped over her exposed shoulders, exuding a sense of looseness and laziness, but the stern black gown below radiated an aroma of blood mixed with roses.

As Luo En’s gaze shifted to the woman’s face, a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

Freya.

Or rather, Freya, who had used Illusion Technique to change her hair and eye color.

Seemingly sensing that subtle spying from within the crowd, Freya halted her steps, with the initial laziness gone from her demeanor, then quickly ducked into a narrow alley, making use of the crowd and the buildings to hide her trail.

Such heavy stealth.

Could this be something shady?

Luo En muttered to himself, then tucked in his aura and quietly followed.

After several turns, Freya arrived at a low and dim alley.

After carefully checking the surroundings, she breathed a sigh of relief and tossed some jerky on the ground, calling out firmly:

“Come here!”

After a rustling noise, several proud and scheming creatures scurried out from the shadows, rushing to Freya’s feet to compete for the jerky on the ground.

“Don’t rush, there’s more.”

While scolding these little gluttons, Freya crouched down and took out more jerky.

Instantly, more hungry little beings emerged, vying to show off their skills for the food.

A black-and-white patched cat climbed onto Freya’s lap, gently flicking its tail. The delicate white cat jumped on top of Freya’s head, blending in with the silver hair. A frail kitten circled at her feet, occasionally making pleading mewing sounds.

This affectionate comportment clearly indicated that Freya’s feeding them was not a one- or two-day affair.

At the moment, the Valkyrie, surrounded by cats, held a calico cat in one arm, happily stroking it, while tossing jerky with the other hand:

“There’s enough for everyone, enough for all!”

Hidden around the corner, Luo En saw this scene and was simultaneously amused and dismayed.

Almost forgot, this woman Freya is a certified cat lover.

So it’s all about disguising, taking detours, and making it look like a spy exchange, only to sneak over to feed and stroke cats?

Though somewhat disappointed, Luo En stuck to the principle of not returning empty-handed and snapped a few photos of Freya with the Shadow Crystal Stone, serving as an archive of her dark history.

By now, Freya had fed a dozen or so feral cats, and like a queen, she rose and surveyed her territory.

When she approached a pile of metal embryos and saw the unfamiliar face in the crevice, she raised an eyebrow:

“New here? Come out and let me see you.”

Hearing the query, the orange cat in the crevice glanced skeptically at Freya on the outside, then turned back around and continued to sleep in the shadows.

“Don’t understand?”

Freya, experienced in handling countless cats, pondered for a moment, then crouched down on the ground mimicking a cat, and communicated with the newcomer hiding in the metal embryos using the cat language:

“Meow~ Meow meow~ Meow?”

“?”

The orange cat looked back at Freya, its gaze more puzzled and even with a hint of disdain.

In fact, not just the orange cat but even her former boss Luo En, upon seeing Freya’s nodding and tail-wagging behavior, couldn’t help but cover his face, finding it hard to bear the sight.

Who would have thought that the steel-blooded Rose on the battlefield had such an odd side in private.

Wondering who would look more like a cat, her with cat ears and a tail attached, or the orange cat under the metal embryo.

At this moment, the Valkyrie King, oblivious to her shattered dignity, upon seeing the persuasion fail, hmphed coldly:

“Huh, quite arrogant!”

She squeezed half her voluptuous body into the crevice between the metal embryos, reaching for the orange cat that was curled up in the corner, determined to capture this uninvited guest and thoroughly cuddle it in her arms.