"Hell! I'm going to be crushed! Geralt, grab me!"
The Black Cat grabbed Geralt's neck in a fit of anger, almost causing him to bleed. The latter couldn't help but roll his eyes, grab the Black Cat, and say angrily, ""If it wasn't for your strange intuition, we wouldn't have left the hotel!"
"And now? Do you still have that sense of danger?"
His voice was very low.
The Black Cat was silent.
Geralt sighed. Sure enough, he had trusted this guy's instincts too much.
Back at the hotel, the Black Cat had been restless and secretly told Geralt that he had sensed danger approaching. Geralt didn't believe it at first, because he was a foreigner, and there was no reason for him to have enemies here.
However, due to the Black Cat's repeated emphasis and Gray's late appearance, he also had a trace of doubt, so he took the Black Cat out of the door when the innkeeper mentioned the accumulated cold day celebration.
