I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

But who says these bandits are necessarily a problem?

With his level 10 skill, defeating these bandits was a piece of cake for him.

Then I can also do this little cat girl a favor and let her repay me properly.

Robbing bandits is a deal that's profitable no matter how you look at it.

"Want me to help you get your stuff back?" Lynn leaned forward slightly, throwing out the bait.

Cat Bai Bai's eyes lit up instantly, her green pupils filled with anticipation.

"Of course, meow!" She jumped up excitedly. "You're so strong, you can definitely beat those bandits to a pulp, meow!"

Meow to the left, meow to the right.

Lynn's ears were itching from hearing that quirk.

When he watched anime in his previous life, he always thought that this kind of ending sound was imposed on demi-human slaves by the anime creators to satisfy the viewers' perverted tastes. He never expected that it was actually their nature.

“I can help you.” Lynn raised an index finger and stated his condition, “But from now on, you’re not allowed to use ‘meow’ in your speech, or I’ll leave you to deal with those bandits yourself.”

The cat was stunned.

She widened her eyes, seemingly finding the request unreasonable, and her cheeks puffed up in anger.

"Waaah..."

A soft, sweet whimper escaped from deep within her throat.

Her tail curled up in a pitiful circle, her body leaned slightly forward, and the tattered, coarse cloth collar drooped down under the force of gravity, revealing a large expanse of unguarded, fair skin.

The voice was soft and sweet, carrying a natural tenderness and grievance.

Lynn felt a heat beneath her and quickly looked at the tree trunk beside her.

Who can stand this.

Is all of this demi-human race's racial talent focused on charm?

In my past life, after being single for so long, I found even an ordinary cat to be quite attractive, let alone now that a living, breathing catgirl has appeared.

Anna is a sacred being, high above and inviolable.

Lisa is sharp and unapproachable, like ice.

The catgirl in front of him was completely defenseless and adorable, a contrast that made Lynn, who was used to walking on the edge of life and death, feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Okay, that's it, don't add that word." Lynn cleared his throat, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and put on a cool demeanor.

The cat nodded as if it understood, its ears twitching slightly.

“Tell me your name,” Lynn continued.

"Whitey Cat," she answered honestly, this time without that tantalizingly suggestive ending.

"Okay, my name is Lynn."

Lynn tightened the reins again, and the unicorn snorted in agreement, scratching the fallen leaves with its front hooves.

He looked at the catgirl standing in front of the horse.

"Now tell me, where are the robbers?"

Cat Bai Bai suppressed her excitement, turned around, raised her slender arm, and pointed into the depths of the woods.

"Meow in the cave not far away."

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Traveling Merchant Cat Bai Bai

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that word." Cat Whitey quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth.

"Fine, say whatever you want."

"Yay!" Whitey jumped up on the spot, and its tail stood straight up instantly, only the end was curved. "Thank you, meow, you're such a good person, meow!"

Her fluffy cat ears twitched rapidly with her movements, and a few withered grasses mixed in with them fell down.

Lynn raised his right hand, his fingertips less than half an inch from the ears.

It should feel nice to the touch.

Those expensive figurines and plush toys from my past life could never replicate this vivid tactile experience.

No.

The curse on me is still there; as long as there is physical contact, the other person's sanity will decrease.

It's really not worth turning this seemingly dim-witted catgirl into a mindless idiot just to satisfy a little urge.

Lynn withdrew his hand and said in a calm tone.

"lead the way."

The cat turned around and walked in front.

She wasn't wearing shoes; her fair feet trod directly on the muddy ground covered with fallen leaves and withered branches, yet her steps were exceptionally light.

Lynn followed behind on his unicorn.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the trees ahead became sparse, and a gray-black stone mountain blocked the way.

Halfway up the mountain, there was an open cave entrance more than three meters high. The soil outside the cave entrance was compacted by footsteps. There were also several broken wooden wheels, a few pieces of bloodstained clothing, and a pile of ashes from an extinguished campfire scattered around.

There were no guards.

Lynn dismounted, patted the unicorn's neck, and gestured for it to stay outside the cave and keep watch.

He walked quietly, hugging the rough rock wall as he went in.

Cat Baibai followed behind Lynn, its body almost pressed against Lynn's back, yet it carefully maintained a distance from him without touching him.

The cave is much more spacious inside than it appears from the outside.

More than a dozen burly men were lying haphazardly on the ground.

Heavy breathing echoed through the cave, where empty wine barrels, leftover bones, and foul-smelling vomit littered the ground.

Just as Lynn was channeling his magic to prepare to eliminate these small fry,

"No, no, no, my dwarven spirits!"

Suddenly, the cat behind me let out a shriek, forgetting even to add its signature shriek at the end.

She bypassed Lynn, ignoring the bandits on the ground who might wake up at any moment, and rushed towards the deepest part of the cave. Her fair feet stepped on the filthy ground, splashing up a few drops of sticky liquid.

Lynn stood there, stunned.

Is this catgirl out of her mind? She was trembling with fear just now, and now she's not afraid of dying for a few barrels of wine?

He immediately quickened his pace to catch up.

Deep inside the cave is a relatively independent stone chamber.

Several torches were stuck in the wall, illuminating the stone chamber.

Two burly bandit leaders sat around a stone table with several exquisite oak barrels on it, the barrels carved with the symbols of the dwarves.

"I never expected that little catgirl's backpack to be so big; there's more wine inside than she could drink." The bald bandit on the left burped, holding a large wooden cup in his hand.

"Not only is the wine delicious, but that little thing is also quite handsome." The one-eyed bandit on the right stuffed a piece of roasted meat into his mouth and chewed it vigorously. "It's a pity he ran away too fast, otherwise the brothers would all be in for a treat tonight."

"You guys are going too far, meow!"

Cat Bai Bai stormed into the stone chamber, pointing angrily at the wooden bucket on the table, "If you want to drink it, you have to pay me!"

The two leaders stopped what they were doing. They stared in surprise at the cat Bai Bai that had suddenly appeared in front of them, and then burst into unrestrained laughter.

"purchase?"

The bald robber slammed the wooden cup heavily onto the table.

"Have you ever heard of a robber paying for something?"

The one-eyed bandit stood up, drew his large machete from his waist, and approached Cat White step by step.

"But you, little cat girl, actually delivered yourself to my door." He looked Cat White up and down. "If I catch you, I should be able to sell you for a lot of money. Those noblemen in the city like your wild and untamed style."

The cat, Bai Bai, showed absolutely no intention of backing away.

She put her hands on her hips, her tail held high behind her, and the little tuft of fur at the end stood up.

"You bad guys, I have helpers, you can't catch my cat!"

The voice just fell.

Lynn emerged from the shadows.

He didn't waste any words, and didn't even give the two robbers time to see what he looked like. He would never waste words on a problem that could be solved with action.

"Wind Blade".

Two streaks of translucent blue air instantly formed in the air, severing the one-eyed bandit's right hand that was holding the knife with a whooshing sound.

The severed arm, along with the large cleaver, flew out and crashed into the stone wall, blood gushing from the smooth cut.

Before he could even scream, a fist-sized, dark red fireball locked onto the bald bandit beside him.

The sound of a violent explosion echoed in the stone chamber.

The smell of burning food filled the air instantly.

The bald bandit was blasted away and crashed heavily into the rock wall. When he slid down, he had a large, charred hole in his chest, and his internal organs were completely burned.

The one-eyed bandit clutched his severed arm and rolled frantically on the ground.

A commotion erupted from the cave outside the stone chamber; a huge explosion startled the drunken bandits outside.

What was that sound?

"Enemy attack! Grab your weapons!"

The sounds of hurried footsteps and clashing weapons came from outside.

Lynn didn't even turn his head. He raised his right foot and precisely stepped on the one-eyed bandit's neck.

The rolling motion came to an abrupt halt.

At that moment, the bandits outside also rushed to the entrance of the stone chamber, carrying torches.

When they saw the two gruesome corpses on the ground, and Lynn standing beside them with flames still burning in his hands, everyone stopped moving.

"The boss... is dead?"

"That's a fireball! He's a mage!"

A scream erupted from the crowd, and the first few bandits threw down their weapons and ran away.

The remaining bandits also collapsed instantly, scrambling to escape out of the cave.

Seeing this, Lynn did not give chase, because he had already achieved his goal.

He really just wanted Mao Bai to do him a favor.

The cat, Bai Bai, seemed oblivious to the corpse on the ground.

She ran straight to the corner and pulled out a dusty canvas backpack from a pile of scrap metal.

The backpack was small, and when she wore it, it just covered a small area of ​​her back.

She carefully brushed the dust off her backpack, then turned around and began sweeping through the stone chamber.

Lynn stood beside her, watching her movements.

What happened next shocked him immensely.

Cat White walked to the oak barrels filled with dwarf spirits and laboriously moved the barrels, which were taller than her, closer to her backpack.

The enormous wine barrel vanished into thin air.

Then came the second, and the third.

She didn't even spare the few iron swords the bandits had left in the corner.

Anything that touches the opening of that canvas backpack will be instantly swallowed up.

The deflated backpack showed no sign of bulging, and the cat carried it lightly, leaping around the stone chamber.