to this extent, rightI guarantee you will become a renowned painter, famed throughout the kingdom. Even His Majesty the King will desire your artwork, and even the most esteemed card makers will seek...Chapter 342: Lan Qi's Favorability Was Still Rising Last Second.

Accompanied by the sound of a wind chime at the edge of the hotel door.

"Meow meow meow, it's so cold."

As the ancient wooden door of the inn creaked open, a chill swept into the room, but the figure who pushed it open was nowhere to be seen.

Unless you lower your gaze, you won't see a little black cat walking in.

And behind it, several bags of ingredients bundled in paper were still floating.

The bag filled with goods hung in mid-air as if grasped by an invisible hand, keeping almost perfect synchrony with the kitten.

It had a dusting of glistening white snow on its back, and with a light shiver, the unmelted snow fell away.

With four steps, I entered the inn. In the spacious lounge area, there were only a few guests. They huddled near the fireplace, chasing away the chill.

Although the guests in the hall had noticed such a magically-gifted sprite cat, no one found it strange. In the Protoss Empire, having familiars was perfectly normal.

The weather here is still in that kind of season that makes even your bones feel the chill. Even residents who are used to the harsh winters of the north will seek the warmth of a fire.

The spring of the Protoss Empire has actually arrived.

But it never really feels very warm.

Who knows if spring has truly arrived

If the North were to truly clash in the near future, this icy expanse would become a place of endless turmoil.

Occasionally, such conversations would drift into the ears of the cat boss from the wide sofa lounge area on the first floor of the inn.

The faint glow from the hearth made its fur look even more warm and inviting, its ears twitching softly.

As she walked past the reception desk, the hotel clerk who was leaning her chin on her hand at the back of the counter saw the cute little cat that would even go out to help buy things and muttered to herself, "I wish I had a familiar like that too."

Meow.

The cat boss hummed softly.

It's not a demon or a pet.

Although theoretically, if it obtained Lance's [Transformation: Human] spell, it would have the possibility of transforming into a human form, making it much more convenient to go shopping in this country, according to the laws of the Protos Empire, any transformation or disguise magic that can change species is prohibited. It doesn't want to break the law and become a cat sentenced to death!

Along the ancient staircase of the inn, the little black cat nimbly weaved its way, every step eager and swift, while the shopping bag, like a planet orbiting the black cat, sometimes moved forward and sometimes backward, perfectly avoiding collisions with the stairs and walls.

One floor, two floors, finally, the cat boss arrived on the third floor.

It stopped, and the shopping bag gently settled in its place.

Using telekinetic magic, she controlled the key, and the lock clicked open quickly, revealing a warm and inviting space.

The wood furnishing gives the entire room a natural, soft and cozy feel. The sunlight streaming in through the window shines on the simple floor and walls, as if it were a warm and inviting little world.

Step inside, at the center of the deepest bedroom lies a large bed. Underneath the pure white down comforter, Sieglinde's breaths are even and long. Her long hair spills out onto the pillow, and as when she left, she is still sleeping soundly.

On the other side of the room, by the wall, a young man sat at a wooden high table beside a chair, his tranquil gaze fixed on the book in his hands.

The Cat Boss and Lanchi exchanged a glance, signaling that he had returned. He then gracefully slipped out of the room, his tail swaying gently like a dance in the wind as he made his way to the small dining area on the other side.

This is a relatively more private space, which can also be used as a soundproof partition, separated by wooden frames and curtains. After opening the shopping package, a faint aroma of food wafted out.

In the center stood a marble table laden with various portable cooking implements brought by the cat boss. Immediately, it began its culinary performance with practiced ease.

……

In one hour.

In the bedroom.

"West German cat, get up and eat, it's time for dinner."

Something was gently tapping Sigrid's blanket, causing her to let out a soft hum and reluctantly open her eyes.

But because of the scent she smelled, she gradually gained the motivation to break free from the great sealing technique, instinctively crawling out from under the blanket.

Only a little black cat had already thoughtfully delivered today's lunch into the bedroom.

The main course is a creamy chicken white wine stew made with chicken, cream, onions, mushrooms, and white wine. The sauce is thick and full of the aroma of wine, served with mashed potatoes made from potatoes, butter, cream, and milk.

Additionally, there is pan-seared beef tenderloin served with a red wine sauce, truffle, or pepper sauce.

The last salad was topped with bacon and eggs, but its base was fresh lettuce, sprinkled with crispy bacon, hard-boiled eggs, and dressing.

This snow-covered city-state has a limited supply of ingredients that can be purchased quickly, so the cat boss can only make some simple dishes.

However, it seems to be quite in accordance with Sieglinde's wishes.

Being able to provide meals for the Cardinal of the Resurrection Church is quite a colorful addition to a chef's career. However, the Cat Boss hopes that no one in South Continent will know that it cooked for the Heavenly Catholic Church!

Siegfried sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling unusually cold. He almost wanted to retreat back under the covers.

As she hesitated, her gaze fell upon the cat boss's eyes, as if she saw a warm hug pillow.

"Meow..."

The cat boss hesitated for a moment, his steps tentative, but he still jumped onto Sieglinde's hand.

Now let's get West Germany back to sleep, or lunch will get cold.

Siegfried hugged the little black cat.

"Did you just smile, Xīdé"

The cat boss raised his head with difficulty within Sigrid's arms, observing Sigrid's mouth corner and asked in confusion.

"None."

Siegfried denied it solemnly.

"

“Really”

"

The cat boss always felt that this female rancher was a bit unreliable.

But now the West Germany is completely not as scary as before, the cat boss doesn't have to worry about being slapped to death by her, nor does he worry about being accidentally squeezed to death by her, so he feels at ease being captured by her.

Whenever the Cat Boss thinks about the scars on her body being left from fighting for her life on the northern border, he can't help but soften up despite still being wary and afraid of her.

Before she goes back to being Sigrid in West Germany, treat her as a human being who needs to be taken care of.

It thought.

Siegfried began to eat with relish. Lance looked up and glanced at the clock hanging on the side wall of the room.

In one hour, we have to leave this city-state. We need to cross the mountains and get back to the snowfield before nightfall.

Lanche continued to speak calmly, as always.

"Well, you should put the book down and take a break for a while."

Siegfried remembered waking up in a daze in the middle of his sleep and seeing Lance reading.

Although Lance looked very elegant and refined as he read, keeping watch from a distance made her feel safe. However, Lance probably hadn't closed his eyes for a long time.

Later on the road, she should be the one driving so that Lanchi can have a good rest.

"Hmm."

Ranch put down the book, "Maps of the Snow Realm: Even a Three-Year-Old Can Understand It," and nodded.

"...."

Noticing that Ranchi had been constantly looking at the book, Sigrid's spoon hung suspended in mid-air, her eyelids instantly drooping.

She thought that this fellow's previous look of deep concentration while reading had become a bit pathetic!

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