Creator's Steam Fairy

Chapter 152

"Sailor boy, why don't you lower your proud head and have a look."

The warm voice also brought a trace of dissatisfaction. Forrest looked carefully in the direction of the voice, and finally saw the talking... cat?

The black-backed and white-bellied cat was wearing a top hat and was standing in the shadow of a dark alley corner with a cane. There was a suitcase the size of a kitten in front of him. Stretch Claw lifted the top hat on his head and said, "I'm from Chester and I'm going to Longtinyon. You seem to need some help."

Forrest just thinks he is crazy, where is he?what is he doing

Did he fall into the magical hypnotic magic in ghost talk novels, otherwise, how could a kitten dressed like a cat talk to him?

Still from Chestershire, how come your Cheshire kittens can talk?

Is he ignorant, or is the world abnormal?

"Come with me, you can't resist the devil's claws. If I hadn't been attracted by the great magic and happened to be nosy, you might become a sacrifice tonight."

The black-backed and white-bellied Mr. Cat picked up the pocket suitcase, tapped the ground with the cane in the other paw, turned around and led the way, and said, "Mr. Rodriguez is so kind. I can't bear to see young people die for no reason."

Mr. Rodriguez, what a soft-hearted kitten.

"What do you know? What's going on in this town?"

After Forrest asked, he felt ashamed. If his former colleagues knew that he asked a kitten for information, he would be the object of ridicule for the rest of his life. He quickly changed the subject and said, "I still want to Go to the telegraph office and find a way to send a telegram to the rifle regiment so that they can deal with the problem here."

"If you don't have the power to deal with the darkness, it's better not to be curious about the darkness." Mr. Rodriguez, who walked gracefully with his tail up, did not look back, and said while combing his beard: "There is no need to worry about the situation here, I think you can Wait with me on the corner of the street. Before dawn, all evil minions will be killed."

"why?"

"Meow."

So that's the case, do you just use meowing to perfunctory the questions you don't want to answer?

Mr. Rodriguez, what a crafty kitty.

Forrest was still deep in trance and surprise, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing on the side of the street near the town square with the talking cat.

The shadow cast by the fence covered their figures. Even though they were standing so brightly on the street, Forrest felt that it was difficult for him to be spotted.

He always felt that it was irresponsible to leave Loria alone to face the danger, but he also thought it was best to listen to the kitten who called himself Mr. Rodriguez.

The noise not far away was getting louder, he should at least help Luria... Just thinking of this, the talking cat seemed to know what he was thinking, and it sat on its small suitcase, curled up Lifting up his cat's legs, he looked like an elegant gentleman: "Boy, don't make trouble, the great magic has unfolded, stay here and enjoy this good show with me."

Mr. Rodriguez, what a calm kitten.

Forrest leaned against the corner, looking at the black back and white belly, like a cat in a high-collared white shirt and a black coat, took out a small pipe out of nowhere, and slowly added some plant debris into it, Asked him, "Is there a fire?"

Of course, Forrest squatted down and lit a pipe for Mr. Rodriguez with a match. He was unable to think about how weird this scene was.

Absurd night, absurd cat, absurd self.

He might as well use the unburned match to light a cigarette for himself, and when one person and one cat smoke, Rao Forrest has to admit that Mr. Cat's every move is very elegant, even with The mint pipe looked very mature and stable. Perhaps it was because it looked so reliable that he couldn't help but listen to it.

Mr. Rodericks, what a classy kitten.

The cat took a puff from the pipe, played with its whiskers very comfortably, sniffed the smell in the air, showed its sharp canine teeth and asked, "Is your shredded tobacco from the West Sea?"

"Exactly." Forrest nodded in agreement, and then asked, "What is your...is this smell?"

"It's Suleiman Nepeta. It's fried and then dried and chopped. It's the most refreshing." Mr. Rodriguez explained: "If you want to say a common name, it's also called catnip."

Although he doesn't smoke often, Forrest's understanding of tobacco is far better than his meager occult knowledge, so he chatted with this talking cat gentleman about tobacco.

From tobacco chats to the choice of manicure knife and soap, and from Boracia sausages to Burberry's tarpaulin raincoats being purchased by the Army on a large scale, they chatted unexpectedly.

It's just...Forrest is a little puzzled, where is the magic that Mr. Rodriguez mentioned?

……

You have to be obedient, you can't leave home after dark, and you have to go to bed on time, otherwise the monsters wandering in the dark will come to bite you, and being bitten by monsters will be very, very painful.

An ordinary boy in an ordinary family in the outskirts of Bihu Town, like other nine-year-old boys, he has long since stopped obeying his parents unconditionally, and he has more or less understood that ghosts are just used to scare people in fairy tales. Children's hypocrisy.

In the middle of the night, he got out of the quilt, turned on the kerosene lamp furtively, but blocked most of the light with the hood, and then excitedly poured out his treasure from the iron box—a fully equipped toy soldier company.

He deployed the artillery, defended them with infantry, and let the cavalry occupy the position of the window sill, but saw a group of figures in black robes lined up silently on the street that should be empty outside the window.The boy turned up the kerosene lamp a little bit, looked out the window, and saw that some of those people were dragging iron chains and carrying shackles in their hands; some were holding books in both hands, as if the book was extremely precious; The axe, there are dark red marks on the axe, which looks very ominous.

They were silent, with their hoods covering their heads, and they walked slowly with the team, passing by the boy's window, without any reaction to his peeping, the leader walked to the nearby houses from time to time, They put a small flower on their door... Only when the team was about to enter the town through his house, the figures in black robes with long swords at the end of the team suddenly turned to the boy, letting him see what they look like.

They were monsters with ferocious horns and a human body with a sheep's head.

The boy believed his mother's words and those fairy tales again.

153 The gap between cats and cats

She shook her ears, wagged her tail, and put away the small mirror helplessly. Well, this time she knew that her fur was indeed pale pink.Although I don't know why the furry ears and tail popped out suddenly, but at least it matches the hair color, and it looks quite coordinated.

It's as if they've always been there.

It's just... Luria pinched the two pink cat ears on her head. What's the meaning of these things?After coming out of the head, the hearing has not changed at all.

She wagged her fluffy tail back and forth, thought for a moment, and suddenly ran towards a wall.

Ow.

Poor Miss Loria slammed straight into the wall, but she didn't jump over the high wall like a cat as lightly as expected, and turned into an elegant and dexterous elf at night.

What's the use of her ears and tail!The fluffy pink hair on the tip of the tail exploded all of a sudden.

Luria, who was clutching her red forehead, angrily tugged at the dangling pink tail, and then let out a rather unpleasant cry... Fortunately, those who chased her were at the moment when the magic succeeded. She was thrown away, otherwise, if people listened to it, her elegant and holy image might never be restored.

Damn... the ears and the tail don't seem to serve any positive purpose other than making her look like an anomaly and adding a rather nasty weakness to her?

She felt that she was no different from them except that she had a little more magic power, a little lifespan, and was very good-looking than ordinary people. She was just an ordinary human being...but now she had strange ears and tails It looks very different.

Judging from the records in the book, human beings treat alien races very cruelly... Loria was a little panicked, she was afraid of being hunted down by the empire and took her to the zoo, even if the naturalist society——God no longer responds to their present, Will the former partner still protect her with cat ears and cat tail?

Get rid of it quickly, headache.

Fortunately, she probably has some intuition that the abnormality of her body is related to the mobilization of a large amount of magic power. When the magic is over, she should be fine if she hides for a while, right?

Miss Fenmao drooped her ears and took advantage of the night to hide in the kitchen of the hotel. Fenfenxiong hid herself cats and dogs, and reversed the magic power according to her previous experience. Everything in front of her eyes became blurred. Wait a moment It became clear again, but everything seemed to lose its logic, its position changed, and its shape changed with time. There were gray shadows floating in the air, bowing to her from time to time, and the darkness farther away was following her magic power. squeezed out a little bit.

"All the ground under my feet is the sanctuary of God, and all evil will be warded off."

She imitates the structure of divine magic to perform magic, and here she seems to be omnipotent.

Here, everything is presented in a way that is incomprehensible, but it also gives her a certain sense of vulnerability, but her magic is unimpeded.

She still can't control the result of the magic power, but she can decide how much effort to use... At first, according to the description in the notes, she wanted a group of priests of the goddess to come, but now thinking about it, it should not be enough, so let's bring another group—— — Presumably the magical creation projected by her mind image should be beautiful, lovely, intelligent and exude a holy light.

Bits of starlight gushed out from her fingertips, carrying her expectations, dyed the color of her soul, filled her body with magic power, turned into light clusters of different sizes and drifted away, and when the magic power was about to bottom out, Lori Ya thought it would be better to get a bigger one, and poured everything into it, and the chubby light ball, which was a few circles bigger than her, disappeared in a flash, and at this point, the "mind image" was completely completed.

She swung her tail and blinked, and the world in her eyes returned to its true appearance.

But, is it really what it looks like?

Miss Luria, who didn't realize that she seemed to have become a little more dexterous, picked up a large piece of cheese, sat on the high-backed chair, naturally rolled her tail to her waist, squinted her eyes, and broke the cheese into small pieces with her hands. Pop the chunks into your mouth and chew slowly.

Now this town is full of her magical creations, she can naturally sense the corresponding situation, anyway, before the cat ears and tails disappear, she made up her mind to hide here.

As for whether her magic can kill that black and red evil thing?

Do you know how amazing magic power she spent?

If you use it to rub a fireball, it is enough to completely burn this town to ashes 180 or eight times.

……

Just when Forrest was about to ask Mr. Rodriguez where he could see the magical magic that Mr. Rodriguez said, bursts of neat steps and deep bleating sounded into his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a group of figures in black monk robes appeared in his sight.

Through the dim street light, he saw the leading black-robed monk stop for a moment in front of the first two houses, go up to stick a small blue flower, and then move on, but suddenly yelled at the door of the next house.

It was not a human voice, but a sheep-like cry, but it was more solemn and solemn than a sheep. He lifted his hood to reveal a sheep's head with horns.

"Don't be afraid, this is an illusion, and it is not evil."

Mr. Rodriguez took a sip of his pipe, with a hint of excitement in his voice, he explained: "They are bringing down judgment on this unjust place, have you seen that little blue flower, it is a symbol of the goddess of life , pasted on the door means that there are no sinners here and deserve God’s protection.”

Forrest opened his mouth but didn't say what was in his heart. He wanted to ask the monsters with human faces and sheep's bodies before, and now there are a group of monsters with sheep's heads and human bodies.

And look at this horn, is this a goat?

"Then they are now..." Forrest pointed to the goats carrying chains and long swords in the queue, watched them break into the door, grabbed two men from inside, and asked hesitantly: "Who are those two men?" Is it a sinner?"

He is human after all, and he feels a little uncomfortable seeing monsters catching people.

The sheep-headed man holding the book in both hands stood in front of the two chained people, and bleat, bleat, moo, like some kind of mysterious language, which he couldn't understand, but felt that there were some unique rhythms in it.

"Exactly."

Mr. Rodriguez seemed to have some unknown skills. He shook his slick cat ears and said, "This is the pastor's judgment according to the holy scriptures. He is reading...these two gentlemen committed theft. The crime of being unfaithful to each other."

hiss.

Forrest took a breath. He thought of the stories about trials in the old calendar that he had heard when he was young. It was said that the thief would have his hands cut off. It was too bloody!Those who are unfaithful will be hanged on the city gate to show the public... Huh?Are these two cheating on each other?

For a moment he didn't know what to say.

Chapter 154 Judgment

"Can I...can you help them?"

Leaving aside the issue of these two being unfaithful to each other, he can't bear to have his hands cut off just for theft. Evil deeds need to be punished, but they shouldn't be punished excessively, even if they have nothing to hide, even if they are habitual offenders .

Civilization and law are the right way for human beings to fight against their own evil, not lynching, evil law and so-called God's judgment... If theft and murder are the same crime, how fair is it?

"I don't quite understand what you mean, young man." Mr. Rodriguez was stunned for a rare moment, staring at Forrest with his bright yellow round eyes for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "I think you are Misunderstood, don’t worry, let’s see.”

After the sheep-headed priest finished reading the judgment, the sheep-headed men who were pulling the iron chains searched some coins from their homes, took some, and returned some.

Mr. Cat explained: "This is a fine for stolen goods."

The two screaming and terrified people were pressed to the ground, their pants were stripped off, and their buttocks were slapped with iron chains, it hurt so much.

Mr. Cat explained: "This is a punishment and humiliation for theft and infidelity."

In the end, they confessed their mistakes in pain and tears amid the grunting of the sheep head priest.

"This is the last step, tears of repentance." Mr. Rodriguez spit out a smoke ring, watched it spread and gradually disappear under the dim streetlight, and sighed: "Which god would be keen on torturing weak mortals? In their eyes, there are no mortals at all... Our scriptures are different from what you think, even so, they are the laws compiled by the first sages, as for those you think, they are the unique interests of people themselves later. "

"I see."

Mr. Forrest is a little embarrassed. The meaningful words of this Mr. Cat always make him hear some irony towards human beings, but there is nothing to refute... In terms of the variety of ways to mess with one's own people, humans are indeed called primate of all things.

But fortunately, people are always moving forward slowly and firmly amidst repeated tragedies.

At least that's the case in most societies.

Blue flowers were pasted on the door of the fourth house, and the boy from the fifth house was dragged out. Under the eyes of his parents who were about to faint with fright, a group of goats pressed their heads and screamed.

That is to scare him, Mr. Rodriguez explained: "The pastor said that the kid always likes to brag that he was beaten by his father with a 7.8-inch steel pipe, and I hope he can correct it."

Forrest was speechless for a while, and he didn't know whether to complain about how a cat can understand the meaning of bleating, or should he praise these sheep-headed monsters as the honest and trustworthy little guards of today?

Of course, what he wants to say most at the moment is that this young man has gone through this experience—seeing how he rolled his eyes in fright, he will obviously change, and he will change too much, to the extent that he will have a psychological shadow on the steel pipe from now on.

At worst, he would use a ruler to make gestures before speaking.

Then there are two more blue flowers, and a cook, yes, the cook of the diner where he eats dinner, and the guy was fed something not so good because he never washed his hands before work... Forrest I very much agree, thinking of Mr. Mao's overly straightforward retelling, he can't wait to go up and kick the chef twice.

He never eats in dirty diners again!

But these sheep-headed monsters are really good. After such a tour, the public health level of the town will surely rise in a straight line.

The shopkeeper who lived behind the shop next door to the small restaurant was also dragged out. Forrest was wondering why the sheep-headed man with the beheading ax swung away when everyone seemed to be silent before being approached. Its long robe reveals a robust body that is almost no different from that of a human being. It involuntarily raised its axe, while the priest holding a book bowed his head and chanted some kind of low-pitched ballad.

This is?Before Forrest asked the doubts in his heart, the beheading ax fell, and there was no process of reading the crime, and the shopkeeper's head rolled away in the blood.

The sad expression on the face of the murderous goat monster does not seem to be fake, but the elegant cat beside him explained in a deep voice: "Murder of the same kind for no reason, more than one."

He almost forgot that there was a terrible crime hidden here.

Just when Forrest was about to sigh a few words, the group of sheep-headed monsters came towards them. Fortunately, Mr. Rodriguez was smoking his catnip pipe, and the cat's face was gone. A little panicked... Its strange erudition gave Forrest confidence that nothing should happen...

In the next second, he was pushed to the ground by those monsters. Unlike before, only the priest was speaking, and the surrounding goatmen were all bleating and whining in low voices.

Mr. Cat explained: "Don't be afraid, they say you have too much hairspray on your head, which is not good for your scalp, and they want to clean it up for you."

"I understand your kindness, but people shouldn't interfere with other people's hairstyles..." Forrest, who was pinned to the ground, screamed, "Wait! What are you doing!"

The big beheading ax that was still dripping blood was lifted up in his peripheral vision.