Bab 242: Chapter 229 Veraliz

"Meow, meow~~" "Meow, meow, meow~~" "Meow~~~" Mory shook their head and mimicked the sound of a cat in front of the black Ankara cat. Afraid that their imitation wasn't good enough, they drew whiskers on their face with coal ash and balled their hands into fists, shaking them like a real cat raising its paws.

Their behavior indeed had a certain effect. The Ankara cat's gaze was completely captivated by the cat-calling girl in front of it, its head nodding left and right in sync with Mory's movements. However, the cat never responded to her "cat language," looking at Mory as if they were looking at a fool.

While Mory was fully showcasing their language talent, a quarrel broke out inside the tent separated by just a cloth.