After making sure that the black cat would not leave, Alan went to prepare to open the tavern.
The black cat wandered around the tavern. When Alan saw that the cat wanted to sneak into the wine cellar again, he quickly grabbed the back of the cat's neck and returned the cat to the bar counter.
Alan placed the black cat on the bar counter and looked at it while saying, "Don't think about going into the wine cellar again. You will have your freedom when you pay me the money you owe for the wine."
"Before that, just stay by my side and strive to become an outstanding 'lucky cat'."
The black cat looked at Alan, who was talking non-stop, with an impatient expression on its face. It looked as if this meow was so annoyed at this young man that it did not even want to look at him.
"Oh right, I should give you a name. Otherwise, it doesn't sound so nice calling you 'black cat' all the time."
Alan was talking to himself as he pondered.