"Chonky, give me bags—two number nine, a number six, a number seven, and two number forty-five."
"Aye aye Maxy! Uwaaa… Uwaaa…"
And there, the cute furry white cat started to vomit wholeheartedly. He was getting better at using his ability, but he still made weird noises due to the feeling of vomiting. Sylvester honestly didn't feel good seeing his good friend suffering like this, but he had no choice but to gently pat the back of the cat.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Soon, one after another, six jute bags fell out of Chonky's mouth in front of Sylvester. These bags contained the necessary things Sylvester needed to defeat the bloodling. They would be his backup plan if he failed to master his move.
But, using this many resources to kill one bloodling also brought tears of blood to his eyes. The six bags contained items worth more than fifty times his yearly salary, which was twenty Gold Graces a month.
