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The official posthouse was not far from the lord's manor.
Matthew's footsteps were like flying, and he quickly arrived at the entrance of the posthouse. He was about to rush in, but after thinking for a moment, he calmed down and chose another method.
In an unnoticed corner, Matthew turned into a raven and flew over the high wall of the posthouse. The weeds by the wall and the dust on the ground came into view.
A few stone statues were piled up at the corner of the corridor.
The gargoyles on the eaves of the second hall were funny-looking. It was obvious that they were made by apprentices.
Matthew flew near the courtyard and soon found two figures, one black and one white, playing with each other.
He stopped on a higher cornice and silently watched the scene below.
Charcoal was teaching the little white cat how to deal with mice.
He was nimble. With a stride, he pressed a fat rat to the ground.
