Mystery: But the Witch's Path

Chapter 126 The Apprentice Cat

"It's fun! Just think about it, once we train it to Sequence 8 Clown," it can perform acrobatics and bring us joy, not to mention the magician that follows, performing magic tricks—" Altair replied in a serious tone.

After thinking for a moment, Vivian refused, saying, "No, I don't want one because I don't think it's very fun. If you want to play, you can raise one yourself."

There are no shortage of resources at home on the way back.

"I'd rather have an apprentice cat than waste my time on that. Because if it successfully takes the potion, it can open doors for me."

"Yes, I've made up my mind. I need to get an 'apprentice' cat."

"Once it becomes a magician, it can also perform acrobatics for me."

As she spoke, Vivian clapped her hands in self-congratulation at her own cleverness.

Altair readily agreed, saying, "Okay, okay, okay, you can play if you want."

After saying that, Altair kept thinking to himself, "I really want to have a pet clown to amuse myself."

"I remember two years later, when Klein first came to Backlund, he was struggling financially—why don't we bring him here—"

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May 15, 1347, Backlund, Queens, Sheffield Manor.

After lunch, Altair returned to her bedroom, where she was now wearing a burgundy velvet nightgown and leaning back in a velvet dressing chair.

At this moment, her neckline was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and the delicate pearl necklace around her neck. Her robe was draped diagonally, revealing a section of her fair calves, which made the wine red color even more intense and alluring.

Perhaps out of boredom, she rested her chin on one hand, her fingertips casually twirling her falling blonde hair, while her other hand stretched out naturally and rested on a small table covered with lace cushions.

Meanwhile, the personal maid, Eileen, knelt before the small table, took the silver grooming kit handed to her by the other maids, opened it, took out the nail file she needed, and then put it in the box to the side.

Eileen gently pressed the ivory nail file against the edge of Altair's rounded nails and began to trim them slowly.

No matter how slender and long Altair's fingers were, Eileen could always trim them into rounded and delicate shapes with a nail file.

After trimming his nails, Eileen set the nail file aside, took the lanolin cream handed to her by a maid, and gently lifted Altair's fingertips again to apply and massage it in.

Just as Altair was completely immersed in the maids' gentle embrace, a British Shorthair blue cat suddenly darted out from behind the closed door, but its sudden appearance did not elicit any gasps from the crowd.

Because after passing through the door, it ran straight ahead without slowing down, rushed into the inside of the wall, and disappeared.

A few seconds later, Vivian, the cat's owner, slowly walked in. After glancing around the room and not finding her cat, she said to Altair with displeasure, "There's a saying: like master, like servant. Look at you, you're not setting a good example at all—Pansera has picked up all your bad habits."

Upon hearing Vivian's words, the languid Altair finally raised his head slightly and looked to the side.

Then she discovered that "Pansera" was enjoying the maids' grooming services just like she was, looking even more languid and comfortable than she was.

After feeling everyone's gaze, Pansera sullenly said, "You bad woman, what are you barking about like a dog? Pets are supposed to be like this. I have such good conditions, why can't I enjoy them?"

"Also, I now seriously suspect that you're jealous of my master—who told you to raise such an active cat? You deserve it! Enjoy it."

After sensing Pansera's thoughts, Altair mentally gave it a thumbs up. Turning to Vivian, he said, "I feel alright. After all, we have the means." Vivian shook her head slightly, no longer discussing the topic, and instead instructed the maids, including Eileen, "Once their nails are trimmed, arrange for them to bathe and choose their attire according to the highest standards—tonight's banquet cannot afford any mistakes."

"Understood, understood," Altair replied with a smile, leaning on the dressing chair.

In the evening, Altair and Vivian left Sheffield Manor by carriage and arrived at Uncle Rafe's house.

After the carriage arrived at Strauss Estate in Queens, the two disembarked and went to the villa's reception area.

After walking a few steps, Altair saw his Uncle Rafe, dressed in military uniform, standing at the door chatting with a group of middle-aged and elderly "army friends".

Altair stepped forward and quickly greeted him, "Good evening, Uncle Rafe."

Before Rafe could react, Altair greeted the person next to him, "Good evening, Leo—, good evening, Forrest—"

After Altair finished his greetings, everyone said in unison, "Good evening, Altair."

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Altair then asked, "Uncle Rafe, what are you two chatting about?"

Before Rafe could reply, Forrest, standing next to him, said, "Everyone's talking about you, of course. Let me tell you, you'd better keep an eye on your Uncle Rafe. He's been praising you to the skies, calling you smart, clever, cute, and incredibly beautiful—he's used it all on you."

Upon hearing this, Altair smiled and said, "Count Forrest, I think Uncle Rafe's praise is quite right. After all, these are all synonyms for me, Count Altair, and—"

As soon as Altair finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter, "Good~ good~".

After everyone finished exchanging pleasantries, they followed the host, Rafe, to the banquet hall. What came into view was a lavishly decorated hall, with sparkling crystal chandeliers and huge wall paintings showcasing wealth and taste.

As soon as Altair entered the banquet hall, he saw a huge long table set up on one side, covered with a gorgeous tablecloth. The edges were filled with various exquisite porcelain and silver plates, while the center was decorated with all kinds of delicacies, desserts and drinks.

As for the guests, most of them, like Uncle Rafe and his entourage, wore the same uniforms of the Kingdom of Rune army, with only their ranks differing.

However, this is not absolute; a small number of men still wear tailcoats.

As for the ladies, there were no restrictions; they wore magnificent long dresses and various hair ornaments, showcasing the elegance of the aristocratic class.

The officers who arrived early had already gathered in small groups to talk about various matters, big and small, in Rune or Backlund, as well as the situation in the Southern Continent.