Chapter 122
I Don't Care About Motor
Chapter 122 I Don't Care About Motor
"Isn't this my room? Hey, get these stupid Modokas to clean it up! I'm moving all my claw-grinding posts over here! And don't forget the bigger mushroom you promised to make me!"
Snowball nimbly climbed up Zag's trouser leg and onto his shoulder, meowing incessantly.
The investigator's eyes were immediately glued to it, and he couldn't help but let out a strange cry that humans often make when faced with a feline, cautiously asking, "Oh, it's so cute! Can I pet it?"
Although Zag was pleased that someone praised Snowball, he still replied, "That depends on its temperament. It's not very good-tempered, and even I can't easily touch it."
"Oh, little kitty, believe me, I mean no harm. Can I pet you? Cute little kitty—"
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As the investigator spoke, he tentatively reached out towards the snowball.
Snowball first leaned its entire upper body back, but then realized that the hand was still reaching towards its head, so it couldn't stand it anymore and slapped it with its claw.
With two loud thuds, the investigator's hand was struck, making a heavy sound, and the investigator wisely withdrew his hand.
Well, Mr. Sentinel's kitten does have a bit of a bad temper.
He sighed dejectedly and said, "I should be grateful that it didn't scratch me; it seems it was still merciful to me."
Zag shrugged: "It's always been like this."
After quickly packing his things and receiving the key to the sentry post from the investigator, Zag returned home and began formally packing his luggage.
Winter blankets, warm fur coats, and a complete set of steel plate armor are purely personal preferences.
However, when it was Zag's turn to pack up Snowball and Helford's house, Mrs. Marsh's eyes were almost overflowing with reluctance.
"Actually, wouldn't it be better for Snowball and Coal Ball to stay at home? You have so much to do every day, it's probably not easy for you to take care of them. What if they go hungry?"
Mrs. Marsh finally couldn't help but speak up.
Although Zag didn't want to be the bad guy, it would be too cruel not to mention that he was somewhat inseparable from Snowball, Coalball, also known as Herford. If he stayed with Mrs. Marsh forever, he would never be able to speak or communicate with anyone, which would be too cruel.
So he thought for a moment and deliberately said, "I've gotten used to sleeping with them and I can't really live without them—well, but I might not have time to cook for them at noon. How about this, I'll have Coal Ball take Snowball home every noon, and you can prepare lunch for them."
In this way, the old lady can do something every day, see Snowball and Herford, and not feel wronged that Herford has to keep being a dog all the time.
Mrs. Marsh could only compromise: "Fine, fine—actually, I can prepare it and send it over, including yours. Anyway, I don't have much to do every day. What if Coalball doesn't know the way, or gets kidnapped?"
Zag said, "No, your health is more important. I'll write our zip code on Coalball's collar later. Besides, Coalball is smart enough; I'll find a magical item from the association next week to hang on its collar and everything will be fine."
As if in agreement with Zag's words, Herford immediately stood up, placed his two paws on Zag's waist, let out two howls, and wagged his tail rapidly.
Seeing how much Helford relied on Zag, Mrs. Marsh had no choice but to agree with her son's statement, though she still looked a little depressed.
While packing, Zag patted Snowball's head and whispered, "Snowball, come back and keep Mrs. Marsh company more often when you have nothing to do. I'll offer you more dried fish."
"Who cares about your dried fish now!" Snowball rolled its eyes and licked its paws. "Mrs. Marsh's creamy fish bread is the best! Don't worry, I'll come back often to eat the creamy fish bread she serves me!"
Upon hearing this, Zag felt slightly relieved.
Although Snowball has a harsh way of speaking, an arrogant personality, and is stingy, he is generally quite reliable.
That very night, unusually, it didn't take over Zag's pillow, but instead went to sleep in the attic.
Seeing Zag's question, Snowball snorted, "That's my own room! Is it a problem if I want to sleep there!?"
Zag immediately soothed him, "No problem! Of course, no problem! It's my honor to stay wherever the great Snowball wishes!"
This strange behavior can only be attributed to Snowball's special affection for the attic.
However, just as night deepened and Zag was fast asleep, a dark, fuzzy cat cautiously pried open the door to the second-floor balcony, stood quietly on the balcony railing for a moment, then leaped down into the garden below, squeezed through the gaps in the fence, and disappeared into Domino Street.
Half an hour later, in an alley near the North District dock, several cats of different colors surrounded a particularly small calico cat, lazily lying in a corner filled with garbage and sewage, bathed in the silvery moonlight.
The calico cat flicked its tail, smacked its lips, and said, "What a rare guest! I thought you were like Little White, someone who would never come to a place like this!"
Snowball, with a stern cat face, squatted in front of the calico cat, wrapped its tail around its two front paws, and said with utmost seriousness, "One penny a day, including room and board and three meals a day, do me a favor."
"You want my help for just one penny?"
"Two pence can buy a whole basket of miscellaneous fish at the dock, enough to feed these stupid cats!"
"I don't need that money!"
Although Sanhua said that, she still asked, "What kind of busy are you?"
Snowball, still with a straight face, replied, "I'm going to stay at the sentry post with Zag. He's going to be a sentry at East Harbor starting next week. I'm worried about Mrs. Marsh being alone. You can stay with her; I have a whole room for you! And you've tasted her cooking—it's absolutely amazing!"
"I don't need to be fed by humans!"
"That's my offering!"
"Who are you trying to fool?"
"Zag knows I'm a fairy! And he can't live without me! I even guided him through enchanting on Wednesday!"
"But Mrs. Marsh has no idea!"
"I don't care about ordinary Modo!" Snowball raised its kitten paw, intending to lick it, but found it covered in dirt. Having been raised to be a clean freak by Zag, it hesitated, then awkwardly lowered its paw, adding, "But Mrs. Marsh is unhappy, and my dragonborn will be unhappy too, which will affect his offerings to me! I'm doing this for my own good!"
"Okay, whatever you say!"
Instead of calling out Snowball's stubbornness, Sanhua raised the price: "Two pence! I want to raise all the cats in East Coast Harbor!"
Snowball asked, puzzled, "Why do you keep them? They're even dumber than Motorola!"
Sanhua scoffed, "You only know about Modo and the Dragonborn, of course you don't understand!"
Thinking that she would still need Sanhua's help to take care of Mrs. Marsh, Snowball didn't argue, but just snorted unconvinced, "Hmph!"
Sanhua knew when to stop—she'd seen Snowball and Little White fight to the point of clawing each other before—so she asked, "Should I go tomorrow?"
"Now, I'll tell you where my room is. You can stay here for now; it's better than this place!"
As he spoke, Snowball glanced at the alley with disdain, then turned and led the way.
[Snowball's Rant]: Why would I care about Mrs. Marsh? That human? Ordinary Mordo? I'm just trying to put that stupid dragonborn at ease so he can earn money to support me! That's all!