Chapter 258: The Devil Boy’s Gift

The space in the deep well was vast, indicating Greenson’s deep affection for his wife; even in their current predicament, he was unwilling to let her suffer.

Little Weir saw him preparing to open a passage to the mansion above, understanding that the deep well would be their final retreat and hunting ground.

Little Weir briefly introduced his grandfather and his grandfather’s friend.

The meeting of a devil’s false believer and a wizard was strange, and Greenson, having many questions about this inexplicable place, naturally wouldn’t miss the opportunity to ask Little Weir.

Little Weir knew that Greenson was no longer suited for life outside, so he simply described the origins of the Death God’s Altar space and the Seven-Story Pagoda, and also introduced the distribution of monsters within this space, which left Greenson greatly impressed.

“Teacher Greenson, I’ve brought you a lot of daily necessities.

Where would be a good place to put them?” Little Weir chuckled, “You know, it’s not easy to get here.

Besides the considerable cost, it’s not somewhere you can just come and go.

If you miss this chance, who knows when the next will be; it could be years.”

“I’ve dug a very large storage room here; just put them in there.”

Greenson had some understanding of wizards, but he still underestimated the capacity of Little Weir’s Seven-Story Pagoda space.

The more than two hundred cubic meters of space were almost completely filled, which deeply moved Greenson.

Was his relationship with Little Weir good? To be honest, it was just an ordinary teacher-student relationship, yet this little guy had extended a helping hand to him in his time of trouble.

Such a quality was incredibly valuable.

Greenson’s wife had largely recovered, though she still looked a bit pale.

Her face now showed emotion, but long-term reclusion had made her unaccustomed to expressing feelings.

Nevertheless, she conscientiously fulfilled her duties as a wife, helping her husband entertain their guests.

Knowing that Little Weir and his companions had limited time and other matters to attend to, Greenson didn’t press them to stay.

Instead, he offered up the good things he had collected over the past six months, considering it a partial repayment of his debt of gratitude.

“Teacher Greenson, how much time do you… have left?” Little Weir asked with a heavy expression, “Without the support of the devil’s power, won’t things be very difficult for you from now on?”

Although the topic was somber, Little Weir had to consider it, but Greenson’s expression was slightly peculiar.

“Did I say something wrong?” Little Weir felt as if he had misunderstood something.

Greenson patted Little Weir’s shoulder and sincerely thanked him, “Thank you, student Weir.

You don’t have to worry about that.

Soon after entering here, we received feedback from the devil.

He said that out of consideration for you, he granted us an additional twenty years, returned my heart, and even resurrected Kately.

Student Weir, although words feel empty to express my gratitude, I still want to say: Thank you!”

So, this was the surprise the devil mentioned he would give him?

Looking at it this way, he wasn’t entirely evil after all.

“Student Weir, ever since that incident, I lived in a daze for a long time.

I once wanted revenge, but after repeatedly rejecting the devil’s temptations, I solidified my beliefs.

Yet, sometimes I still couldn’t control the anger in my heart.”

“I once spent a considerable amount of effort investigating the situation of the Mabuster County ruffians in Drake City, and I also anonymously reported many evil deeds of ruffians from Mabuster County.

I have a document containing information about mercenaries and other details in Drake City, stored in an old house.

If you have time, take it; I hope it can be useful to you.”

Greenson’s words left Little Weir somewhat speechless.

Strictly speaking, his father was the second son of the Mabuster County Viscount, and he himself had Mabuster County blood flowing in his veins.

As a teacher, Greenson couldn’t possibly not know this.

Yet, he had never shown any prejudice towards him.

In a sense, Greenson was also a good person.

Leaving behind a pile of daily necessities and taking away a small pile of antiques and equipment, Little Weir felt that this trade was well worth it, saving him a lot of time.

The three of them took a long detour, scavenging their way towards the clock tower.

As night fell and the surrounding light dimmed considerably, the three arrived at a courtyard not far from the clock tower.

Little Weir’s face showed a look of shock; what was he seeing?

A juvenile Dark Night Spirit Cat, dragging its injured body, challenged an adult Dark Night Spirit Cat, only to be repeatedly knocked down.

The little Dark Night Spirit Cat struggled to get up from the solid ground, letting out angry yet sorrowful roars towards the clock tower.

But it was only a juvenile Dark Night Spirit Cat, unable to reclaim its territory, the place that had brought it so many happy memories.

Even if it failed, even if it was covered in wounds, even if it couldn’t reclaim its territory, it still stood there, quietly waiting.

It remembered someone saying they would come find it, asking it to wait there, so as long as it wasn’t dead, it would keep its promise.

One day, two days, a month, two months, even after half a year had passed, the little spirit cat still remembered that promise; it wouldn’t leave.

Even if it was very likely just a dream, it firmly believed that person would surely come for it.

Suddenly, the little spirit cat’s nose twitched twice.

Was it too badly injured and hallucinating?

Why did it smell that person’s scent?

And it was very, very close, as if it had suddenly appeared.

Its head was gently stroked; this was the feeling, the familiar feeling it had missed for so long.

Two tears rolled from the little spirit cat’s eyes.

Was it already beyond saving?

Mother used to say that when hallucinations appeared after an injury, it was time to return to the embrace of the God of Death.

But it didn’t want to die; it wanted to see that companion who gave it delicious food and scratched its itchy spots.

“Sorry, I’m late.” A familiar voice sounded in its ear, but the little spirit cat didn’t dare to turn its head.

It was afraid that if it turned around and saw nothing, its hard-won beautiful hallucination would vanish.

No response?

Little Weir was slightly surprised, but when he saw the little spirit cat’s expression, he immediately understood.

This silly fellow actually thought it was dreaming, and to prevent itself from waking up too quickly, it didn’t even want to move, not even a simple turn of the head.

“Little silly, I’ve come to pick you up.

You can stay by my side.

There are delicious dried fish, you know.”

Little Weir put a dried fish into the little spirit cat’s mouth.

It chewed mechanically, the familiar taste spreading on its taste buds.

Its ears twitched, and its neck twisted slightly in a small arc, as if wanting to see if it was real, yet it was reluctant to change things just like that.

Little Weir directly picked it up entirely, holding it in his arms, and forcibly turned its face.

Immediately, one person and one cat looked at each other, and time and space seemed to freeze at that instant.

“Meow~” The little spirit cat pounced on Little Weir, knocking him to the ground.

Its sharp claws shredded his clothes into strips but didn’t harm his body in the slightest, and its head pressed hard against his chest.

Little Weir hugged it tightly and rubbed its little head, “Alright, alright.

As promised, I will take you away, little one.

Are you willing to follow me?”

Little Weir extended his hand to the little spirit cat.

The little spirit cat shook its fur and also raised one of its front paws, placing it in Little Weir’s palm.

Everything was unspoken.

“Aowu~” A sharp, piercing meow sounded overhead.

A Dark Night Spirit Cat, as huge as a leopard, its eyes gleaming with chilling light, stared intently at Little Weir.

This was a second-tier monster!

Little Weir felt a chill run through him.

This adult Dark Night Spirit Cat possessed considerable intelligence.

It, perhaps, had been waiting for him from the very beginning!

“Meow, aowao~” The little spirit cat turned its body, facing the adult Dark Night Spirit Cat and letting out threatening roars, but its physical condition was too poor to be a match for its opponent.

“Grandpa, how about this Dark Night Spirit Cat?

It’s a second-tier adult Dark Night Spirit Cat, and a lone wanderer too.”

As Little Weir’s voice fell, a shower of starlight landed directly in front of him.

Stardash Wizard and the Cloaked Man appeared, looking at each other: “Let’s finish this quickly!”