What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 311. The Boy and the Cat with the Pocket

Martin collar.

This is one of the territories abandoned by the church.

Even a fair and just God has areas He can and cannot protect, and this town named after a saint belongs to the latter.

After the locusts arrived, all the churches and forces belonging to the church withdrew, leaving only the city lord and her superhumans to struggle on.

Chaos, famine, plague...

These unimaginable shadows have already enveloped this ancient city, deep and all-pervasive, just waiting for the day they will completely erode it.

November 26, 3058 in the Themuronian calendar.

In a small but very clean house, a thin boy was stretching and getting out of bed—the cold moonlight was still shining through the window.

He had to get up and work before the moon had even set.

The chill of the night seeped into the warm room through the cracks in the window, and he shivered. He quickly put on his wool clothes and then a tattered leather armor.

He had no choice but to wear leather armor; it was his clothing for warmth and self-defense, and also one of the few pieces of clothing left in the house that he could wear outside.

His movements were swift and decisive, clearly a habit he had developed.

What awaited him was arduous labor, which he earned a few copper coins to buy some black bread mixed with meat broth that was basically just dishwater with a little salt.

However, just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a creaking sound coming from the desk drawer. He immediately went over, thinking that if it was a mouse, he might be able to have an extra meal...

Rats, that's meat!

His eyes lit up, and he yanked open the drawer.

When he pulled open the drawer, what appeared inside was a blue and white kitten with a golden bell tied around its neck with a red rope, and a semi-circular pocket on its white belly.

It clumsily climbed out of the drawer, and because it was unsteady on its feet, it let out a startled "meow" before falling to the ground with a "thud," its eyes seemingly sparkling.

William's initial wariness vanished instantly, and he even felt a bit amused and exasperated. Where did this silly cat come from?

Living in the city of the Papacy, he certainly knew about the demons and devils that suddenly appeared... those things would suddenly appear, tempt humanity to fall, and ultimately become food.

But what kind of demon would be so clumsy? Aren't demons supposed to be cunning?

He looked down at the little blue cat and asked curiously, "Where did you come from?"

"Meow!"

The blue and white kitten struggled to its feet, stretched out its paw to its pocket, and pulled out a wooden carving.

The limbs are all complete, and the body is well sculpted, but the face is still empty.

How could you possibly pull something out of such a tiny pocket?

"A demon?!" William's first thought was that he had indeed encountered a demon, and his second thought was that he had been touched by the wooden carving—

The exquisite wood carving began to twist and deform after touching him, and within seconds it transformed into an exact replica of him.

The wood carving said, "I'll work for you."

After saying that, it picked up the bag containing the tools it needed for work and went out.

He stared blankly as the wooden sculpture walked out the door, then rushed to the window to look, only to find that the sculpture's voice and movements were exactly the same as his usual self.

Even greeting people on the street is done skillfully.

A strange feeling surfaced in his mind—today… he doesn’t have to go to work?

He was either happy or confused and helpless. Ever since his parents died in that accident, he had been working hard every day, working from sunrise to sunset.

Now that he's suddenly told he doesn't need to work anymore, his first reaction is one of bewilderment, and he even worries that the strange wooden carving might be there to replace him.

If he doesn't work, what else can he do?

Years of life had long since tamed him into a cog in the machine of this city. Away from his original life path, he had no idea what to do.

Fortunately, the little blue cat nearby quickly provided an answer.

It reached into its pocket again, this time pulling out a pink wooden door that was taller than a person and standing in front of the boy.

"Meow!" the little blue cat urged him to open the door.

William hesitated before grasping the metal doorknob, thinking that since things had already come to this, he was indeed very curious about what the little blue cat wanted him to do.

So he gently tugged at it, found it wasn't tugged open, and then twisted the doorknob.

"Click."

He opened the door.

Behind the door was a clear stream with lush reeds growing along its banks. You could also see some cat-shaped creatures with grass-like tails playing and frolicking in it.

The golden, vibrant sun had just risen in the east, casting dappled golden light on the surface of the stream, slowly unfolding a natural scene untouched by urban pollution before him.

This made William, who had lived in cramped streets and narrow houses since birth and dared not go out of the city to see the natural beauty, feel a sense of novelty and his heart was beating very fast.

"Feed".

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, a majestic voice came from afar, and then an arrow shot over and landed right in front of William.

William, who lived in the city of the Papacy, had never seen anything like this before. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground. The door behind him had disappeared at some point, and he was lying directly on the grass.

It didn't hurt, but I was really scared.

Because a tall figure had already come into his line of sight.

He was an extremely strong, even somewhat frightening, man.

He looked down at William, his feline pupils fixed on the trembling boy, and held a fully drawn bow, nocking an arrow.

Orcs!

This is actually an evil bloodline of humans and orcs, a half-orc in the legends of the Church that is almost indistinguishable from a demon!

The orc pointed a sharp arrow at William, his voice cold.

"Humans".

"You're a human from Martin City, aren't you? A lackey of the Vatican."

He seemed extremely angry and disgusted with William, and was about to shoot an arrow to end the man's life at any moment.

Fortunately, another equally agile figure arrived in time and stopped him.

"Brother!" The newcomer snatched the bow from the male orc, saying with great dissatisfaction, "Duke Hanju said that not all humans are bad!"

The newcomer was dressed in what could be described as very light clothing, with only leather armor covering his vital areas.

The exposed skin looked as if it had been coated with honey, gleaming with a healthy hue in the sunlight.

Yes, she is a beautiful woman. The only thing that's a little strange is that she has a pair of upright, furry cat ears on her head, and a wagging cat tail behind her.

The male orc was equally dissatisfied: "If they were friends from Han Reef Island, I would definitely invite them to live here without hesitation, but what right does this human have? He is a human from Martin City!"

"Martin, the Vatican's lackey, killed our Celestial Shaman!"

William felt extremely embarrassed. Of course, he had heard the legends of the Vatican, the tales of the saints who eliminated evil and protected humanity, but at this moment he suddenly wondered... could "evil" also have its own life?

The little blue cat that had been silent behind him suddenly emerged slowly, stretched out its white paws, rummaged in its pocket, and pulled out a piece of cloth embroidered with small flowers, more than half a meter long.

"Huh?"

"What kind of magical beast is this? A spatial magical beast?"

The orc brother and sister were very surprised when they discovered it.

But what happened next was even more surprising.

The little blue cat gestured for William to unfold the cloth and spread it on the grass. In the instant it was laid out, steaming noodles, glistening fried meat, and a huge chicken leg covered in sauce appeared on it!

Such a delicious and visually appealing dish was something William had never seen before, not even the orc siblings who had recently received some aid. They were instantly stunned.

The little blue cat waved its paw generously, meaning, "Eat as much as you like!"

The orc siblings and William exchanged a glance.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in the former's eyes, while the latter's eyes showed a relaxed ease.

With the aroma of the food, they almost immediately put aside their past grievances, sat down around the cloth to the meows of the little blue cat, and began to devour the food almost like wolves.

The noodles were incredibly chewy, the meat was stir-fried with plenty of seasonings, the chicken leg was grilled to near perfection, and the sweet and warm fermented rice balls were delicious...

These delicacies, which were not only unavailable for consumption but also unheard of before, were provided in unlimited quantities. Whenever the food on the cloth was finished, new food would immediately appear. Even more amazingly, whenever they talked about a particular food, it would instantly appear on the cloth.

The two orcs and the human had a full meal.

This was the first time in their lives they had eaten their fill.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, the little blue cat reached into its pocket again and took out a strange-looking thing that none of the three of them recognized; it was actually called a syringe.

"Let me help you!" William saw the little blue cat holding a syringe bigger than its body, and quickly took it from it. Then, under the cat's meowing instructions, he inserted the syringe into a small tree next to them.

The pale green liquid was instantly injected into the trunk of the sapling, and the next moment, the tree began to grow wildly, its branches intertwining to form a treehouse!

Treehouse!

He had only heard about it from legends; it was a treasure unique to the elves, where life in a treehouse was extremely comfortable, and one could even stay young and happy forever.

Once the treehouse was fully built, the little blue cat pushed open the door and waved its paws, inviting them inside.

From an elf's perspective, this treehouse would seem rather rudimentary. There are no special decorative paintings or magical artifacts inside, and even the tables and chairs seem to have grown out of the house.

But in the eyes of the orc siblings and William, the treehouse was unimaginably beautiful, clean, tidy, warm and comfortable, with the cold wind kept out of the bright windows and doors.

There was even a small fireplace by the wall, making crackling sounds as the firewood burned—can a treehouse really have a fireplace?

As if in a dream, the little blue cat led the three of them to sit on the sofa. They looked at each other, the tension from their first meeting completely gone.

William looked at the orc girl sitting opposite him, his face slightly flushed: "Hello... I, my name is William Dopps."

The orc girl smiled slightly: "My name is Rosalind."

"You're the first human child I've ever met. I heard you all live in the city. Are you doing well?"

Her face was full of curiosity.

William was taken aback.

Normally, all he saw were thin, pale women, toiling away for a living and working, seemingly without souls. Suddenly, he saw this sunny, healthy, and spirited young woman, even though she was a half-orc...

What happened to the orc? Was he doing well in the city? The Papacy even emptied the city's granaries when they left!

All he gets for his daily work is a piece of black, hard bread that's hard enough to be used as a weapon!

Sitting in the warm treehouse, he couldn't help but recall his recent experiences. Each and every one of them seemed so close at hand, even the scene of his parents dying because they couldn't afford indulgences after begging the pastor for their lives.

In that city under the control of the Papacy, even being sick was considered a sin, and the only way to have God remove your illness was to buy an expensive indulgence.

But... his parents got sick because they were repairing the base of the statue of God on a rainy night for the church.

Can one get sick even if they sacrifice for God?

He simply couldn't bring himself to recount his ordeal, so he awkwardly changed the subject: "I'm... I'm alright... How are you all doing?"

Before Luo Lisha could speak, her brother sneered and said, "Your people have been plundering our resources lately. Do you think we can live well?"

"Heh, judging from your expression, it seems you didn't get a share of what you looted. Why did so many of you die?"

The burly orc leaned back cautiously on the warm, comfortable sofa, his voice slightly lowered: "The dead are all ordinary people, the beneficiaries are all those gentlemen..."

He seemed extremely tired; the red marks on his arm were clearly inflamed from lack of proper treatment, and he fell asleep quickly.

Lolisa glanced at her brother, then at William, who looked conflicted, and extended her hand, inviting him, "Let me show you around our village."

"Is it okay?" William asked hesitantly.

"Of course!" The girl grabbed his hand, then picked up the cat that was about to take a nap, and ran straight out of the treehouse.

At first, William felt a little uncomfortable, but after running a few steps, he felt that the air here was so fresh and so free.

It was a beautiful scene unlike anything I had ever seen in Martin, the city built in the name of a saint.

He started running too, running with the orc girl Rosali across the grassy land, their joyful laughter carrying far and wide.

Their good mood lasted for a while until they saw an army in the distance.

That's the flag of the Papacy.

A priest with a hammer, his face cold, brought it down hard, smashing a captured orc into a pulp, bones and flesh shattering.

The human boy and the half-orc girl were stunned and stood there, completely at a loss for what to do.

But their hands, which had been clasped together, parted.

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