Night World Players

Chapter 45 I’m a snow ferret!

"Dean Yin... Dean Yin!"

The moment she spotted the snow-white creature, Ishtar's elegant twin ponytails drooped on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Last noticed that the presence of the psychometrician next to him was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her figure seemed to be painted as part of the air, blending into the train carriage and becoming one with the surrounding environment.

The lights on the carriage ceiling flickered, but not a single beam of light could reach Ishtar's figure.

Clearly, she was standing not far away from me just a few seconds ago, talking to me face to face, but in the blink of an eye, I felt dazed, as if she had never really existed.

If Rast did not have absolute control over his memory attic, he might have subconsciously ignored Ishta's existence after this trance.

"The Hidden Path"

After the ability is activated, one's presence will be greatly reduced, and one can pass through the noisy crowd silently without being noticed.

The first thing that Last thought of was the ability of the first level of the Hermit Sequence in the "Library of Fools".

After activating the "Secret Path", Ishtar, whose presence became extremely slight, retreated silently step by step towards another car at the rear.

However, just as Ishtar was about to completely disappear in this carriage——

When Rast saw the snow-white creature that looked like a big cat, a malicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A silver moon appeared in its ruby eyes.

The next moment, accompanied by a slight fluctuation in space, Ishta's figure suddenly froze and then disappeared on the spot.

There was only one person and one animal left in the empty carriage, and the roar of the moving train could be heard faintly.

After doing all this, the snow-white creature did not even glance at Ishtar who had suddenly disappeared, and the shadow of the silver moon in its pupils flashed away.

It stood up gracefully from its seat and looked at Rast with interest.

A third-level hermit just disappeared without any resistance?

Last fell into deep thought as he looked at the snow-white creature in front of him with its lazy demeanor and extraordinarily graceful movements.

During his time in the Blue Harbor, he had indeed encountered countless people of different personalities, ages, and genders...

So no matter what type of person he faces, Rast can put on the most appropriate mask and respond with the most appropriate and decent attitude to achieve his goal.

However, he was a little inexperienced when it came to this creature in front of him that he couldn't tell whether it was a fox or a cat.

After all, the Iron Cross Plague cannot infect animals other than humans. For Last, who is devoted to clearing the Deep Blue Harbor, it is not worth studying in depth.

The only thing he knew about cats and dogs in Deep Blue Harbor was that he would strike up a conversation with cat or dog lovers using pets as a topic.

Last looked at the unknown creature with white fur and red eyes in front of him, thought for a while, and finally came to a conclusion -

"Meow meow meow?"

"Meow! I'm a ferret, you know what a ferret is!"

"Besides, you've been hanging around in that damn place called Deep Blue Harbor for hundreds of years. Don't you feel ashamed or embarrassed to still speak in such a cute tone?"

The snow-white creature was furious on the spot, and Rust felt as if he even had goose bumps. "It is true that I have experienced hundreds of years in Deep Blue Harbor, but in the loop, most of the useless memories have been deleted by me."

"In order to prevent myself from giving up hope of escaping from Deep Blue Harbor, I used self-hypnosis to solidify my mental state and permanently anchor it at the age of seventeen—"

“This is the time when hopes and ideals are most ardent, when we are most unwilling to yield and bow our heads… even when we experience numerous setbacks, pain and suffering, we will not give up.”

Luster smiled and sat down on the seat opposite the snow-white creature.

"If not, I would be an old man now, lying on a sickbed day and night, waiting for my soul to slowly decay and decay... I would not have met Hiltina, and I would not have come to the real world and appeared in front of you like this."

"Besides, I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of."

"As long as I can achieve my goal, I don't care if I speak in the tone of a child or an old man, or even if I disguise myself as a pitiful person of the opposite sex."

He opened the freezer in the car, took out a few bottles, skillfully mixed a drink, and brought it to the table.

"Anyway - no matter what, thank you Dean Yin for your help."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to sit here freely now."

"I added some mint flavor that cats prefer. I hope Dean Yin likes it."

"You guy..."

Dean Yin sat on the bench in the train, looking at the drink placed in front of him. It seemed that considering the animal's size, it would be inconvenient for him to drink directly, this guy was so thoughtful as to put a long straw in the cup.

It has a thousand complaints in its heart.

For example, I have said that I am a ferret, not a cat, and what kind of prejudice is it that cats prefer mint? Catnip and mint are not the same thing at all, etc...

But looking at the cup of tempting green drink with a refreshing smell, Dean Yin finally chose to restrain his desire to complain.

It stretched out its little paw, grabbed the straw and took a sip.

The taste is really good, reminding it of rolling mountains, quiet forests, and a small town at the foot of the mountain.

Dean Yin used his furry tail to silently bring the glass to his side.

It narrowed its eyes and looked at Rast who was looking at it with a caring look like a small animal. "I have been watching you since you came out of the night world. From what I have observed, Ishtar did not tell you these things, or she herself does not have the authority to know."

"So, how did you know that I helped you with the college's risk assessment?"

"Just because Istar called me Dean Yin just now?"

"That's not it."

Last also mixed a glass of wine for himself. He held the goblet and sat down opposite Dean Yin.

"At best, what Ishtar said can only make me conclude that you are the director of the Institute for Magical Creatures. After all, her expression, as if she was caught speaking ill of the teacher behind his back, is too straightforward."

He picked up the goblet and stared at the rapidly changing scenery outside the train window: "As for other things--"

“I’m just guessing.”

(End of this chapter)