She is not an investigator.

But there aren't any cats here, are there?

Olivia suddenly realized that what she said made a lot of sense, so Igris didn't actually prefer rabbits, it was just because there were no cats here.

"Then let's get a cat."

Olivia pushed the plate back, and Iglesias naturally picked up her fork, ready to enjoy this hard-earned meal.

"But Igris, have you ever had pets before?"

No, what about you?

Judging from Igris's intuition, Olivia probably had a lot of experience with pets, otherwise she wouldn't be able to take such good care of Igris, and she would even know what to do without Igris having to say a word.

But if you put it that way, Igris would feel a bit like a pet.

"I did keep... a parrot."

"Oh."

Parrots, a rare pet often kept by the wealthy, are characterized by their tendency to read poetry collections they've stumbled upon from who-knows-where to their mimicking parrots. They pretend to be the world's most famous opera singers, reading in an jarring tone to satisfy their artistic sensibilities, hoping their parrots will naturally pick up famous lines and let everyone know they are incredibly artistic.

Igris felt it would be better to have a cat, at least then she wouldn't have to worry about the half-eaten loaf of bread in the kitchen being secretly eaten by mice in the middle of the night.

At least she had never heard of a cat stealing bread in the middle of the night.

"Oh, what is it? You don't seem to have any other reaction."

"How should I react? Should I feel excited?"

Igris, biting her fork, tapped her plate with her knife to remind Olivia that her plate was empty.

"Not really... but aren't you being a bit too indifferent? Aren't you curious about what it would be like to keep a parrot as a pet?"

Olivia cut another steak for Igris, four pieces as usual, but Igris felt she definitely couldn't eat that many, so she secretly put two pieces into Olivia's plate.

"It will be very noisy, there will be a big bird in the house that keeps saying some strange things."

"...Indeed, but parrots are actually quite cute."

Igris imagined herself holding a parrot, then compared it to holding a cat, but ultimately didn't find it cute at all.

Perhaps the cutest person in the picture above is herself.

"So what happened? Is the parrot still around, Lin Yi Ni &』|; Wu Jiu Jiu Ba?"

"It flew away."

Igris blinked, seemingly feeling that it wasn't good to remain silent forever, and said hesitantly.

"Then... please accept my condolences?"

Olivia didn't know what to say, but she seemed a little unhappy, probably because she wasn't happy with Igris's attitude.

“They told me that the parrot’s feathers should be clipped so that it wouldn’t fly away, but I always felt that if a bird can’t fly, what’s the difference between that and breaking its legs?”

"So it flew away."

"…Um."

The two fell silent, with only the sound of Igris eating echoing in the air.

"It's hilarious, isn't it?"

Olivia finally couldn't hold back and took the initiative to talk to Igris.

"I don't think so. Your parrot should be very grateful that you gave it its freedom, but this probably also shows that you're not really suited to keeping pets."

Olivia lowered her head, looking somewhat dejected. She stared blankly at the two extra steaks on her plate, which had somehow appeared, and then secretly glanced at Igris, who seemed oblivious to everything.

"You know what? I actually don't like eating meat."

"I can not understand what you say."

Olivia sighed helplessly, but still put the steak on the plate into her mouth.

"Where were we just talking about?"

"We talked about how you're not suited to keeping pets."

"..."

Olivia was silent for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"I feel like I'm just not suited to keeping pets that will run away on their own."

Igris nodded and said in a very cooperative manner.

"Indeed, after all, you gave them ample opportunity to escape."

"Then will you run away?"

"...I'm not a pet."

Igris stroked her chin, pondering as she spoke.

"But I might know what kind of pet would be suitable for you."

Olivia tilted her head, stuffed another piece of meat into her mouth, and looked at Igris curiously.

What to raise?

"turtle."

The Gods' Fool's Play - The Castle's Invitation: The Bounty is Closed

I released the second volume all at once, and there aren't many left. The progress of the third volume might be a little slower.

(Purple sweet potato pudding)

The Gods' Fool - The Castle Invitation: Chapter 41, Negotiation

Igris and Olivia ate and chatted, and Igris managed to fill her stomach, though she probably wouldn't want to eat meat for a while.

While Igris was resting in a chair, Nanko took the opportunity to come over.

"Igris, have you finished eating?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes."

Looking at Nan Ke's appearance, Igoris could roughly guess why he had come to find her.

It's likely that he explained the general situation to Buze, but Buze certainly wouldn't simply believe something that sounded completely unbelievable. So, a second person, Igris, was still needed to prove that it was indeed true.

Although it's highly likely that Buze won't simply believe it, they probably don't have any other options unless Igris gives her pocket watch to Buze and then the cycle begins again.

That would likely cause her to lose all her previous memories, but Nanko and Buze would remember, and all the plans would probably have to be decided and implemented by the two of them.

But Igris was definitely worried. No matter what, she had to see it with her own eyes, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble might arise, not to mention that there were still many things that were not clear about this matter.

Therefore, the best solution at present is to rely on Nan Ke, or rather, Igris's persuasive skills can indeed convince Buze.

"Shall we talk in the attic?"

When Nan Ke asked the question, he specifically glanced at Olivia, who was pretending not to care but had been repeatedly poking at her plate with her fork for a long time.

At least she hasn't said anything yet, so Nanko doesn't want to cause any trouble. He just wants to take Igris to the attic, where there won't be anyone else.

"Okay, but what about Rag? Have you taken care of his problem?"

Nan Ke scratched his head awkwardly and nodded.

“He… I originally hired him, so after the plan was canceled, I gave him some more money. He didn’t say anything, and I guess he’s about to leave.”

"Oh."

It would be a good thing if he could leave so easily.

"By the way, Olivia? Give me back my pocket watch."

"Oh…"

For some reason, Olivia seemed sullen. She handed the pocket watch she always carried with her to Igris, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Igris had no desire to ask any more questions, since she felt that asking would lead to some extra plot developments. She didn't want to waste any more time, and leaving this place as soon as possible was probably her only wish.

"Then, shall we be leaving now?"

Nanko even had to confirm with Olivia before leaving, whether he wanted to annoy her or for some other reason, but in Igris's opinion, it was completely unnecessary.

Sure enough, Olivia wasn't in the mood to answer him. She continued to obsessively stab at the air in her plate with her knife and fork, making one wonder if there was some unseen food inside.

Nan Ke felt that if he didn't leave soon, he might become the one to be assassinated, so he hurriedly walked out of the restaurant with Igris.

……

"So, how did your talk with Buze go? Does he still not trust you at all?"

Igris and Nanko walked toward the attic, chatting as they went.

Nan Ke nodded hesitantly, but it seemed the problem was more complex than that.

“I told him everything, even though it sounds hard to believe, but… that’s not the problem. He suspected I’d joined some strange church, been bewitched by someone, and even wanted to call the police to have me arrested to calm down, or simply send me to a mental hospital…”

"Oh, that's normal."

If we put ourselves in their shoes, it's not entirely unreasonable. After all, if an ordinary person heard anyone in their family say, "We've been repeating this for a while, and the way to escape is to sacrifice a relative," then Igris would also think that the person had lost their mind.

Unfortunately, that's really the situation right now, so no matter how suspicious it sounds, they can only try their best to persuade Buze.

Igris felt that her persuasive skills were unlikely to change Buze's mind, let alone make him completely believe in something beyond his comprehension.

"I have another idea."

"...Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Nan Ke didn't know why he felt this way, but he subconsciously thought that Igris's idea was unlikely to be suitable for him, even though he hadn't listened to it.

Perhaps this is what a sixth sense is.

"Then there's nothing I can do."

Sure enough, Igris simply stopped talking, realizing that her method wasn't a good one.

For example, she could use Nanko to threaten Buze into making a wish, and then shoot Nanko dead after he made the wish.

This way, the most basic process of fulfilling Xu Qi's wish and paying the price has been completed. However, the only thing to note is that Buze will not change her wish to revive Nan Ke after she fires the gun.

The desire to revive Nanko through sacrifice? It sounds impossible, but Igris has a feeling that this kind of thing could really happen, after all, the Tear of the Ocean is not exactly a legitimate thing.