"Meow Meow?" Miraj was shocked to hear his name being called, not knowing how he could be helpful in this case. He was no dragon, after all.
Sylvester picked the furry boy and held him in front of his face. Both have been companions for more than a decade and trust each other. They looked into each other's eyes as if talking without speaking.
"Chonky, do you trust me?"
Miraj looked back at the castle in the distance, then turned back to Sylvester. "No."
"..."
Sylvester laughed wryly. "Atta boy, you're turning into a better spy every day. Alright, I'm going to throw you to that castle wall. You go and cut that fat lord's tendons."
"My sharp nails can't do that, Maxy," Miraj argued.
Sylvester quickly took out a small but sharp knife from his armor pocket and handed it to Miraj. "There you go, now you just go there and get him to step away from the Bright Mother. Then stay with them and listen to all their secret plans."
