Nicely done!
Watching the fanatical crowd leave the broom shop and disperse down the street, the black cat lying on the floor couldn't help but give the Multi-level Marketing Witch a thumbs-up in its mind.
Although the establishnt of the Ball of Yarn Society was mostly due to my ability to predict, every ti I saw soone about to encounter a good opportunity, I would actively contact and invite her to join the society. This is how I managed to gather people to work for .
But for the Ball of Yarn Society to grow and develop, reaching the point where its mbers are spread across seventeen major societies, with many holding high positions, Matilda's ability to persuade people played a significant role!
And if I can contact the Food God beforehand and escape from that damn [Bedti Story], I must repay Matilda properly!
"President~"
Just as the Cat President marked a good employee, planning to give her a hefty bonus, the witch who had just finished a session of multi-level marketing suddenly looked up and gazed towards the skylight on the second floor.
"Have you arrived? Let know if you're here!"
'ow! (I'm here, I'm here!)'
Hearing the call of the Multi-level Marketing Witch, the Cat President imdiately responded and then jumped down from the second floor, giving its good employee a big hug.
"Aha, President, you've gained weight again~"
Catching the leaping cat and rubbing its waist, the Multi-level Marketing Witch glanced at the skylight on the second floor and then said with a cheeky smile:
"Looks like I'll have to make the skylight bigger next ti, otherwise if you get stuck there, it'll be a problem... By the way, what have you been eating lately? Why is your waist a little thicker than last ti?"
"ow ow! (No way!) ow ow ow ow! (It's just a normal fluctuation in body size!)"
"Okay, okay, if you say so~"
Seemingly understanding cat language, the golden-skinned Multi-level Marketing Witch cheerfully accepted the Cat President's explanation and gazed expectantly at the little black cat in her hands:
"Have you checked for ? What's the situation with tomorrow afternoon's flying ball ga? Which of the top, middle, or bottom goals will they primarily attack?"
"ow (top) ow ow (three-man mobile attack)"
"We're destined to win!"
Noting down the strategy revealed by the black cat about the enemy team's tactics for tomorrow, the Multi-level Marketing Witch placed the Cat President on a nearby table and excitedly exclaid:
"I'll get soone to train right away! Let's aim to score thirty goals against them tomorrow!"
"ow! (Wait a minute!)"
Seeing her best employee about to leave, the Cat President quickly reached out a paw to stop her, then owed several tis urgently.
After listening to the Cat President's words, the Multi-level Marketing Witch paused for a mont, then asked in surprise:
"Is that man nad Leon so important? If we can't find him, the Ball of Yarn Society might be finished? And you'd lose your life too? Is it that dangerous?"
"ow ow ow ow! (Even more dangerous than you think, and if he doesn't work out, this might be the last ti we see each other today...)"
Has it really co to this?
Hearing the details relayed by the Cat President, the Multi-level Marketing Witch wrinkled her brow, then tentatively suggested:
"Kai... President, have you tried contacting the Clean-up Bureau? The Pisces Branch is just two streets away, would you like to..."
"ow ow (It's useless)"
With a rather human-like sigh, the black cat owed helplessly, indicating that this ti it was different. If the Pisces Branch got involved without knowing the situation, they might not even be able to save themselves, let alone help.
Not even able to save themselves?
After hearing the cat's words, the Multi-level Marketing Witch, who had so dealings with the Clean-up Bureau, asked confusedly:
"How can that be? The people at the Clean-up Bureau are very strong, and the Pisces Branch is one of the twelve Zodiac Branch Offices, they could hardly be... hmm?"
The ground beneath them trembled slightly, and both the person and the cat seed to realize sothing, hastily rushing to the window of the broom shop.
To their shock, the building belonging to the Pisces Branch two streets away began to tremble, suddenly rose up, sprouted two thick human legs, and under the dazed gaze of onlookers, started striding away from the city.
...
"The Pisces Branch has retreated."
Watching the scene refracted by the Celestial Globe Mirror, the Red-haired Director couldn't help rubbing her temples, then looked up at Leon with worry:
"I previously thought that the true goal of the Slaughter King Association might be to deal with the Pisces Branch, and to kill the bloodline of the Great Witch King. You might just have been dragged into it and not necessarily the main target.
But when that vile woman from the Pisces Branch withdrew, the [Narration of Nonexistence] didn't make any attempts to stop it, nor did it activate the [Bedti Story] to exert influence, essentially letting them run free.
So if I'm not mistaken, you are probably the main target of the Slaughter King Association this ti, and your priority might even be higher than killing the princess of the kingdom, you are really in danger this ti."
"Hmm."
Hearing the Red-haired Director's analysis, Leon, who was familiar with his own luck and had never held any illusion of fortuitous survival, nodded and thoughtfully said:
"Director, the Slaughter King Association has already openly opposed us, so if they had the ability to eliminate the Pisces Branch along with , they wouldn't miss the opportunity.
But [Narration of Nonexistence] didn't interfere with the Pisces Branch, just allowed them to completely evacuate, and didn't touch any of their Cleaners, so could there be so limitation on its [Bedti Story]?
Perhaps because it's a warm and soothing bedti story, it can't be too bloody or violent, can't cause a lot of 'character' deaths, or maybe due to its ability limitations, the combined 'total Leon Value' of those added to the story can't be too high?"
Wow... as expected of a descendant of the East Carleighwen Kingdom, even in such dire circumstances, you can maintain your composure and analyze the enemy's weakness, your bloodline indeed carries extraordinary courage!
Glancing appreciatively at the calm Leon, the Red-haired Director felt her worries lessen and continued to analyze:
"You may be right, it could even be both. After all, such a powerful ability cannot be without limitations, and... hmm..."
As she spoke, the Red-haired Director seed to sense sothing, frowned at Leon, who also suddenly felt his body beco heavy, and nearly all his strength vanished in that instant.
After consuming Soft Rice almost continuously for over a month in the Northern Kingdom, my current Contamination Value exceeded 50 points, and the non-human physique these 50 Contamination Points conferred seed to have just been directly drawn away, returning to my previous frail state.
Well... it seems the power brought by the Contamination Value wasn't entirely stripped away, but rather forcibly reduced to normal human levels.
Slightly clenching his fists, feeling out his physical state, Leon intended to discuss his current condition with the Red-haired Director, but then he felt an itch in his ear canal, and a low, magnetic male baritone weirdly drilled into his eardrum.
'Upon learning that the Great Witch King was nearing his death from old age, the Lionheart Prince about to embark couldn't help but reveal an evil smile.'
'The Witch Kingdom... will soon be mine!'
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