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This was a breed known in Anvis' previous life as the 'British Shorthair', with a blue-gray back and a fluffy snow-white belly.
This is a small creature with a strong curiosity and a long history; records of them have existed since the dawn of mankind.
"Sir, are you interested in this Kalksa Shorthair cat?"
The cage owner was a Catan merchant wrapped in a thick white turban, the deputy leader of this caravan, leaning against a wooden cart laden with goods, puffing on a slender, patterned silver shisha pipe.
Seeing Anvis pause, he quickly put down his shisha pipe, and with a slightly strange accent, eagerly began to introduce.
"You have a good eye, she is a little female cat, four months old now, very understanding. Her strength can rise to about the Fourth Rank and she loves cleanliness, making her a very good pet choice."
"Moreover, in our countryside, there is a special folktale related to them!"
Saying this, the seasoned merchant elongated his tone exaggeratedly, then deliberately lowered his voice, speaking in a very mysterious manner.
"In the legend, their origin is actually the dark side of the Purple Moon Amis! There, a number of mysterious kingdoms belong only to cats!
On every full moon night, they leap from the tallest rooftops into that world!"
A rural legend?
Anvis smiled inwardly.
Initially, he took these legends very seriously, but after researching countless similar tales, he finally realized that he could just laugh them off.
Because their origins often stem from illusions imagined by commoners trying to put children to sleep or some drunkard's fantasies.
However, it would be a good story to entertain Fiona.
"Then, let's choose her."
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In the extreme north of the Saint Messia Empire, the Suowunida Mountains.
This was already deep into the uninhabited areas of Saint Messia's far north, surrounded by a cold wilderness covered in ice and snow for thousands of miles, with icy winds blowing throughout the year, blanketing everything in a layer of lifeless silver white.
Suowunida means 'Land of Eternal Night' in ancient Mani language.
The nights here are very long, and as pure as gemstones, with the stars in the sky remarkably clear, and colorful auroras occasionally shifting in the night sky.
At the peak of a nameless mountain in the range stands a severely dilapidated, low ancient stone tower.
The tower body is also laden with ice and snow, and the ancient black gneiss tower structure has tilted somewhat, as if it could collapse at any moment.
But when the first player arrived on the continent, the tower body suddenly wavered. Unexpectedly, a somewhat ethereal bell sound echoed between heaven and earth.
The bell sound wasn't grand or loud, yet it carried an incredibly ancient, desolate melody, as if traversing from the far ancient river of time—
A few polar bears wandering on the snowfield raised their heads, gazing in the direction of the bell sound, full of confusion in their eyes.
Soon, the bell sound traveled across the desolate, uninhabited cold wilderness, reaching the center of a small town guarding one side of the wilderness, into a simply adorned small chapel.
Inside the prayer room of the chapel, an elderly figure clad in a deep red, solemn long robe, slightly lean in stature, stood in front of the altar with eyes closed, quietly praying.
On the altar made of pure white ominous stone, a gold cup was placed, filled with a touch of holy, warm light.
The light was incredibly bright, yet not dazzling at all, akin to the divine's impartial love, a benevolent grace selflessly bestowed upon mankind.
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a black priest robe, moved quickly into the simply yet solemnly adorned prayer room. He solemnly saluted towards the radiance in front of the elderly man who was silently praying.
"Archbishop Gormore, sir, the Destiny Stone Tower sounded a warning half a minute ago!"
Though the old man's aura was very ordinary, the newcomer dared not show the slightest negligence.
Upon hearing the words, the elderly man lowered his head in reverence to the altar and slowly raised it.
Though he didn't turn around, the newcomer seemed to see those ancient, wise blue-gray eyes.
"Has the Pope left a revelation?"
"No revelation has been left, Archbishop, sir."
Upon hearing this, the old man lowered his head once more, seemingly lost in thought.
The newcomer showed no impatience but stood in solemn reverence, respectfully awaiting the elder's decision.
The old man before him was a true Saint, a living legend within the church court.
Of course, it wasn't a legend of rank or status, but of experience.
Archbishop Gormore, a Ninth Rank peak holy position, had personally experienced Judgement Day and survived until now, and was the most god-like of the seven bishops in the church court. The other reigning archbishop was once his student.
Simultaneously, he was also the teacher of the current pope—
With his qualifications, he would have had enough credentials to run for pope, yet he refused to stand for election, citing divine revelation as the reason, instead fully recommending his student.
He voluntarily chose a path akin to self-exile, coming to guard the Destiny Stone Tower at this near-world's-end northern frontier, retreating to this humble nameless small chapel to practice arduous cultivation, carrying out the will of God with his own being at all times.
"Inform His Holiness the Pope, all is according to divine will."
The middle-aged man respectfully saluted once more, then slowly exited the prayer room.
The old man resumed his prayer stance, yet a touch of compassion appeared on his face.
At the time of the first mention, the bell sound hadn't yet reached the Holy City.
If His Holiness the Pope had already set a revelation, then that revelation wasn't from the Pope himself.
But rather from the Divine.
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Fiona's birthday did not have a formal banquet. Due to the long lifespan of professionals, they usually do not specifically celebrate birthdays, marking Anvis' gift-giving as merely a private gesture.
Upon returning to Moon Castle, Anvis found Fiona in her room, lovingly curled up on her pink bed, reading a huge book.
She wore a comfortable white chiffon dress, showing off her alabaster-like collarbones on either side; her pale golden silky long hair draped over her shoulders, shimmering with a faint white glow, her aura pristine as crystal.
Judging from her slightly pouted pink lips, the young princess appeared unsatisfied with this arrangement.
Fiona's personal maid Annie was accompanying her in reading, a task previously assigned by the Duke through the butler Leonard.
She was a tall, slender half-elf with pale green eyes and smooth, black hair cascading over her shoulders, about the same age as Anvis' personal maid Erica.
Due to Anvis' 'diligence', the Duke felt it necessary to occasionally encourage Fiona's learning as well, given that she wasn't too young anymore, hence this scenario unfolded before him.
"Knock knock——"
At this moment, the door suddenly knocked.
Annie gently rose, bowed slightly to Fiona, and then left the room quickly, returning shortly thereafter.
"Miss, Master Anvis is here for you."
"Brother? Please come in quickly."
The girl's voice carried a note of surprise, as if she had suddenly found a savior. Glancing at the book before her, her tiny nose crinkled almost imperceptibly, and she swiftly closed it, placing it aside with elegance and smoothness.
——She didn't appreciate books with more text than illustrations.
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