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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 466 A Moriarty family thing
Vincent chuckled before he stated, "All you need to know is that Eve is the love of my life, my wife, and she's very special to me. So don't try poisoning or having her fall from the stairs like what you tried in the past. Are we good? If not, we are more than happy to leave."
"No one is displeased with your decision, Vincent," Vincent's grandfather loved his grandson and his family and wanted to spend time with him. "As a Moriarty, you have the power to take charge of your life without needing anyone's approval. And it seems like Genevieve is a decent woman. But first, I need to take a bath and change into fresh clothes. Carla, prepare a feast and prepare the dining room."
Carla offered a deep bow before walking away from there in haste.
Before Strix and Ravette left, the old vampire asked, "Where is Marceline?"
"Marceline... she's having a vacation," Vincent replied with a straight face.
"She couldn't come here for that?" Strix's eyebrows furrowed.
"I thought it was best to give her the time she needed, to find herself. She will come meet you when she's ready with some self discovery," Vincent assured his grandparents, who nodded and left.
Eve let out a sigh, and once the elderly couple was out of sight, she said, "That wasn't what I was expecting to happen this morning. I thought your grandmother would kill me."
"Grandmother is hot headed, but we will leave that to my grandfather," Vincent remarked, leaning forward and kissing one side of her temple. He then asked, "Are you hurt?"
Eve shook her head, "Just a little sore, but I am fine."
"Meow meow," Timotei walked down the stairs and appeared in front of Vincent and Eve, "I didn't know there were more people in this mansion."
"Timotei, did you enter the chambers last night and break the table in there?" Eve asked the black cat, who stared at her.
"What table? I didn't see any table," Timotei cleared his throat.
"You are lucky you didn't break the other coffin. We could test if you can fly," Vincent remarked, to which Timotei chuckled.
The black cat then quickly promised, "I will stay away from all tables I am supposed to stay away from. It isn't like I was told not to touch it. I was looking for you both. If there is anyone to be blamed, it is the carpenter or the housekeeper! Not me! Actually, you know what, I think I have intruded on your time, and would like to go back home."
"Maybe he should get back home," Vincent murmured, and Timotei nodded eagerly. "But why the sudden change in plans?"
"That..." Timotei looked back and forth between the couple and replied, "I just realised that you both married recently and what I am doing is third wheeling, when I should look for my own mademoiselle."
Eve realised that Timotei was acting suspiciously and said, "We can travel back together. What if someone attacks him?" The last question was for Vincent.
"Maybe we will know if it really is his last life or if has some spares left," Vincent commented, to have the black cat glare.
"I wouldn't want to waste your time when you both can spend it in the bedroom. I would like my lunch, dinner, and breakfast packed and placed in the carriage. Marceline's scared coachman can ride her carriage back to Skellington," Timotei had already made the plan and was ready for it to be implemented.
"We need Adam here. Unless you can ride the carriage yourself, you are stuck here," Vincent stated flatly, which had Timotei's ears flop as if he was hurt and being denied love.
"Life is so hard... let me go to the kitchen and see what is there to eat," Timotei consoled himself and then pranced away.
"Do you think he doesn't like your grandparents?" Eve asked Vincent because the black cat had given her the impression that it was here to enjoy a long vacation.
"Seems like it. As if he's trying to escape from here."
As the black cat walked towards the kitchen, he muttered, "Why didn't I realise before! Bad Timotei! Ugh, I should urge Eve to turn me quickly."
"Timotei," Eve called from behind, and the black cat paused his footsteps. "We need to talk."
"Oh, good! You have finally decided to turn me!" Timotei raised both his hands as if he was praying.
"Is something going on? You are acting suspicious," Eve said in a low voice before picking Timotei in her arms so she could speak without another person to listen to them.
"Who me? I am the least suspicious person in this place," Timotei huffed. "I don't even know what you are talking about."
"Seriously, what are you hiding? I promise not to tell anyone if you tell me about it," Eve let the black cat know, who contemplated for two seconds before shaking his small furry head.
"All I am hiding is my majestic self. I am the king of darkness and shadow, who he—"
Hearing footsteps coming from the other side of the corridor, Eve and Timotei turned quiet. It was Lady Ravette, who walked with another servant following her. It must be the servant who helped her out of the coffin by giving her blood, Eve thought in her mind.
Timotei stiffened on seeing the lady and said to himself, 'Act normal. I am a regular and average cat. Just a normal cat.' But it was hard to behave normal when he was a powerful person. A force to be reckoned with!
"Genevieve, what are you doing here? Carla and the other servants will have the dining table ready," Lady Ravette said with a polished and clear voice.
"My cat needed to be fed. It gets restless when it is hungry," Eve replied, while Timotei jumped out of her hand and skipped away. "Excuse, my cat..."
"How surprising that you have a black cat as your pet. The Moriarty family has had a line of black cats as their pets. Sadly they don't live long," Lady Ravette responded to Eve's words. "I know it because I have seen the older portraits of the Moriarty family. The older things that belonged to the other Moriarty family before us, all are in the cellar room. Black cats. It seems like a trait the Moriarty family has passed down for generations."
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 467 Wedding gift from the old couple
A slight frown appeared on Eve's face upon hearing what Lady Ravette told her. The old vampiress said,
"I am sure Carla will feed your cat. She already betrayed me once, so I don't think she will not follow my orders. She knows better to comply than her head sitting on the edge of a spear. Come." She waved her hand at the servant, who had earlier followed her, for the servant to bow at her and Eve before leaving the place.
Eve wondered if Timotei had gone to the kitchen or had run away somewhere else after what Lady Ravette revealed to her. Considering how hostile the old vampiress had behaved with her earlier, right now, the woman appeared to be saner and less threatening.
Once they reached the dining room, Eve noticed how Vincent's grandparents sat on opposite ends of the table. While Eve and Vincent took a seat next to each other and near grandfather Strix as he was more reliable and sane compared to Vincent's grandmother.
Before the servants brought the food inside the dining room to be served, Strix told Vincent, "Now that you are married, your grandmother and I would like to give you something." The old vampire took out a rolled parchment from his coat's inside pocket and handed it to Vincent. "This is for both of you."
Vincent took hold of the rolled parchment and unrolled it. Eve leaned to the side to look at it as she was curious. The parchment read,
'To our grandson Vincent and daughter-in-law, Genevieve, we wish you both a marriage like ours filled with love, commitment, compromise, and the courage to still be together even after all the odds have come to pass you. To give us grandchildren so that we can turn into great-grandparents. As a wedding gift, we would like you to have the mansion in Holy Oak.
Your loving grandparents.'
"Are you sure you want to give us the mansion?" Vincent asked his grandfather. Even though he had enough money to build his own mansion for himself and Eve, everyone knew the value of the mansion; it was old and invaluable as many generations had lived here.
Strix nodded with a thoughtful look, "Your grandmother and I believe that it is time we pass some things to you and your wife. It is time for the next generation to take over, while we enjoy and relax, isn't that right, Ravette?"
Lady Ravette, who was slowly sipping blood from her glass, pulled away from it, "Strix is right, Vincent. This mansion isn't ours but something that has been passed down, and it is time for you to have ownership of it. It is a pity that Eduard decided to live in Skellington, and not here."
"Eve and I have important things to take care of in Skellington, and if this is your indirect way of tying me to this place, it won't work. And we are still deciding where to live," Vincent responded.
"Well, you don't have to move here right away. Finish whatever that you both need to finish, this mansion is not going anywhere," Strix replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "It is a wedding gift, Vincent, so accept it. You too, Genevieve."
Eve offered a bow and said, "Thank you for your generous gift, grandfather and grandmother."
Strix stared at Eve, and he suddenly said, "I will get you another gift, Genevieve. It will be just for you to keep!"
"We should perhaps throw a soiree to the newlyweds, Strix," Lady Ravette suggested to her husband, who nodded in agreement.
"That is not necessary, grandmother. Eve and I are staying here for two or three days the most before we return to Skellington," Vincent responded, which had Lady Ravette frowning.
"Such a short visit," Vincent's grandmother wasn't impressed by Vincent's decision. "Here I thought we would get to spend a month or two."
"Don't be saddened, Ravette. He did say they have some urgent matters to attend to. I am sure once they finish it, they will be living here and in no time we will have little ones running around and filling the mansion. Maybe get Eduard and his family too with a possible ploy. What do you think?" Strix asked his wife, and Lady Ravette agreed with a nod.
"I would definitely love to hear that," The old vampiress answered.
Vincent rolled the parchment and placed it inside his coat before he murmured, "Marceline is going to be unhappy when she hears about the gift," a sly smile appeared on his lips.
The word unhappy didn't even cover how Marceline would feel. That was right, Eve thought to herself. It wasn't Vincent but Marceline who had been looking forward to living and owning this mansion. If word reached her, she would combust in rage.
"If she wanted the mansion, she should have come here to spend her vacation," Lady Ravette replied in a crisp tone. "Though my granddaughter, Marceline, has always had the habit of wanting and taking things that don't belong to her. Has she changed?"
"It was an old matter, Ravette. She was a child," Strix smoothened the conversation that his wife started.
The expression on Lady Ravette's face didn't change, where it looked serious. She recollected the memory by saying, "I thought I lost one of my necklace, when in truth I later came to find her hiding it with her. I know a brat when I see one."
"You should loosen up, darling. See, Vincent grew up just fine and even found a special granddaughter. Marceline must have come around too," Strix responded to his wife.
Soon the food was brought in and served by the servants on the dining table one after another. One would think that more people would join them because of the number of dishes served in the room. Once the four of them finished breakfast, the old couple left the dining room, leaving Vincent and Eve alone to have time together. Vincent noticed the serious look on Eve's face and asked,
"Did something happen?"
Eve pursed her lips before she said, "It is just something that your grandmother said earlier that is stuck in my head." Her eyes shifted to the closed doors of the dining room, and she said, "It is about Timotei."
"Did she find him talking?" Vincent asked her. Considering how the black cat had the habit of causing trouble wherever it went.
"No, it isn't that. You know how Timotei was behaving suspiciously earlier, and when he saw your grandmother, I felt him turn frigid. As if worried about something. Do you think perhaps he knew your grandmother?" Eve asked him in a low voice. She doubted that she would be able to find Timotei now.
Vincent gave it a thought before he replied, "I don't think that's possible, considering how he said that this is his eighth, or in real being the ninth life of his. Maybe he was once their cat."
"That one," Eve pointed, her eyes turning slightly bright with the mystery that filled the black cat now. She said, "Lady Ravette told me that the Moriarty family have been possessing black cats for a while. Do you think you could ask Carla for the key to the cellar room of this mansion?"
Vincent nodded, "I can, but Carla won't deny you. Considering how you are the mistress of this mansion now."
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 468 Unkempt Cellar
Vincent and Eve took the key to the cellar room from Carla and walked down the stoney spiral stairways of the mansion. With each carrying a lantern, they continued to make their way through the darkness.
"I cannot deny that this mansion is spookier than I first thought," Eve remarked. Her eyes fell on the cobwebs that decorated the corners of the walls and ceilings.
"This place has been locked away for a long time. In the last few years, there have been barely any people actively using the mansion, which has led to some of the places being untouched. Some of the families are strict on it. Even if they are put in hibernation, they order the housekeepers to not touch anything that is not required to have any attention. Sometimes they're rooms, or sometimes things that hold importance," Vincent explained, while taking the lead ahead of her.
"But if they are family portraits, why not have them hang on the walls of the corridor, instead of leaving them here to collect dust?" Eve asked him.
"Maybe they were extras, or people didn't like each other and decided to leave them behind," Vincent hummed and then said, "There was once a story about the ghost in the portraits."
Turning intrigued, Eve asked him, "What was it about?" Their footsteps made soft noises on the dusty floor as they continued to walk.
"The story went something like this. A woman marries a man, and once she starts living there, she feels she's being watched and attacked by someone from the family. It is only later does she find that the ghost, that has been haunting and killing people, was in an old portrait. Poor woman's husband dies."
"Oh," Eve's eyebrows furrowed, and she asked, "What happens later?"
Vincent turned to look at Eve over his shoulder, with one corner of his lips pulled, and he replied, "The ghost leaves and don't know after that. I lost the book and couldn't find it again."
Suddenly they heard a sound coming from the direction they were walking, that had Eve's breath caught in her throat. She asked, "What was that?"
Vincent turned to the front and said, "Probably rodents."
Reaching in front of a grilled gate, Vincent inserted the key Carla had given them before coming here. Eve heard the harsh sound of the lock, and once it opened, Vincent pushed the gate for it to creak.
Stepping inside the open gate, both of them finally reached the dark room with no windows because the cellar was built underground like the few chambers. Vincent walked towards the walls, and finding the torch hooked to the wall, he lit them one after another until the room finally was bright enough for them to see, and they didn't have to rely on their lanterns.
The cellar wasn't an ordinary cellar but had many things. There was a rack dedicated to books, but it was built in the walls of the cellar. Eve looked out for the rodents or spiders that had grown in the dark and cold place like this.
On another rack, a column of liquor bottles was placed on the other side of the wall. Curious, she picked up a bottle and felt the dust on the tips of her fingers and skin. When she turned it around, she noticed the label read that it was four centuries old. Eve remarked,
"I didn't know blood could be stored this long," because she doubted this was wine.
"If tempered right with right preservatives, it turns into alcohol. Only that it is slightly thicker than your other liquors, just the perfect taste. In the past, the blood preserving was mostly drawn from virgins. Male, female didn't matter, of course, it is just a myth about virgins tasting better when in truth," Vincent turned to look at the boards that leaned against the other side of the walls. "It is just that the younger a person is, the finer and fresh is the taste. Of course, there are other exceptions, like how your blood tastes more delicious than any person."
Eve noticed Vincent's gaze on the turned canvas and followed him to the other side of the cellar.
Vincent bent forward, stretching his hands and he grabbed the back of the nearest painting before he turned it around. Eve's eyes furrowed, and she said,
"We don't have any Moriarty ghosts, do we?"
"Not that I know of," Vincent hummed before sitting on his heel to take a better look at one of the portraits, which had a portion of the painting missing as if it was intentionally torn.
They turned three more portraits before noticing another one having a patch as if it was ripped out. Like there was a person that didn't want to be revealed. Vincent then picked up another portrait that was placed on the other side before their eyes fell on a big family, and there was a black cat that was held by a young woman. It looked exactly like Timotei.
Before either of them could say anything, someone sneezed in the cellar, "Achoo!" It didn't belong to Vincent or Eve. A utensil toppled and fell.
"It is time to come out," Vincent stated, standing up and turning to look in the direction where the utensil fell.
The black cat stepped out of the shadows, behind which it had been hiding, and it said, "It's you both! I was here catching a rat--"
"Behind you," Vincent stated, and Timotei's eyes widened.
"WHERE?"
It took less than two seconds for Vincent to catch hold of the mischievous cat by grabbing its scruff.
"Don't throw me out! I haven't developed wings yet!" Timotei dangled in the air.
"Did you tear the paintings, Timotei?" Eve asked the black cat, who looked in the other direction instead of answering.
"I think you can be an excellent log once put in the fireplace," Vincent stated, taking a step towards the exit of the cellar.
"Wait! Stop! I will tell you the truth! It was I, me who did it!" Timotei cried.
"Why?" Eve asked the black cat. "What are you hiding?"
Timotei stopped struggling and replied, "I was just hiding my charismatic self and to stop blinding people from my splendid self!"
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 469 Mystery Of Timotei
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"When you were a vampire?" Eve asked the black cat, who felt the intense stare from the pureblooded vampire.
"No... I just made it appear as if it was a person in there because of the length of my scratches... I was a cat," Timotei explained warily, and when he felt a slight sway in his body, he quickly blurted, "I can explain!"
The black cat said, "You see... Some of my past lives have been tied to this family. As in, I remember being the pet cat of this family for four generations, before I died and came to be someone's cat again. I just have bad memories, and wanted to erase them! There was a child that threw me into the fire! And then that woman! She threw me out and I died. She's a violent woman! That grandmother of yours! I don't know how but I just ended up near the Moriarty family."
"A little too coincidental for you to end up being the pet cat of the same family. Four times out of nine?" Vincent questioned Timotei, his eyes keenly staring at the cat for more explanation. "And?"
"And?" The black cat looked back and forth, feeling the growing heaviness in the atmosphere, and he said, "You know as a cat, your memory gets erased when you end up taking birth again, and it leaves gaps in your mind, that I am not aware of and don't make sense."
Timotei's words sank into both Eve and Vincent's minds, leaving silence in the cellar room. The cat continued, "So it isn't like I remember everything--"
"You were never a vampire," Vincent deadpanned, which had the black cat pause and looked at him in shock.
Timotei looked offended, "How dare you say that?" But on seeing Vincent glare at him, he sighed before confessing, "Yes... I have always been a cat."
The black cat had given Eve the feeling that it had always been a cat, where it sometimes slipped or talked. For instance the time when Eugene had only turned into a vampire and they were in the servant's quarters.
"But what is wrong in wanting to be a vampire? If the sea creature could give me a voice to converse with all of you, I should also be able to turn myself into a vampire, right?" Timotei asked Vincent and then looked at Eve, "I have full faith in you. You can do it! And I will be here to give you moral support for it!" The cat raised its paw, turning it into a fist.
"So the story you told us about belonging to a wealthy pureblooded family, having clothes and feeling naked, and being a ladies favourite was all a lie," Eve pointed, wondering what else the cat had lied about.
Timotei vigorously shook his head and said, "Me? Lie? Never! I am the most honest cat you will ever find. I told you my memory had gaps but I seem to be remembering things. Now, I know you will think it's convenient but it is the truth! I am going to be the future priest and a priest shouldn't lie!" He blabbered.
"I think we can test if you survive as a vampire by staking you and having you in the coffin," Vincent suggested, but after a second, he said, "Perhaps a different chamber to keep your majestic self."
"No, no! I am not majestic at all. I am a humble peasant, who doesn't like the coffin. Blergh!" Timotei made a face while changing his tune. "I am such a small being, don't you feel pity to attack me? I did belong to a pureblooded vampire family, and my father had a big name. And I was a ladies man! Or a ladies cat, but by definition and gender, I am a male, which makes me ladies man," he tried to enlighten the two of them, "Everybody liked to hold me, and pet me, they used to like spending time with me... it's just that they spent time with me as a... cat. Not a person."
When Vincent dropped the black cat on the ground, Timotei quickly got his posture right and stood straight.
"Your father was also a cat," Eve pointed, and Timotei softly purred. The cat's tail moved on the ground as if sweeping before he realised the dirt and quickly pulled his tail and dusted it.
"Isn't that how technically I must have come to existence?" Noticing how careful Timotei was with his words, Vincent questioned,
"This father that you spoke about. Who was he?"
Timotei chuckled, that sounded nervous, and he then said,
"See now, that is the funny thing... For years, I have been trying to find not just a sea creature to turn me, but also I was also looking for my father, and I found the person after passing many lives. I had a doubt about it a few days ago. It came quite as a shock and I had to take time to meditate and wrap my head around it."
The black cat continued to say, "My father, he had a power that people often don't carry and I haven't come across anyone else to hold it. It is the ability to control vampires, to bring them to their knees with one glance. I call it, making the person submit fully. A person will feel as if the person is carrying stones, and will not be able to stand up...The day Eugene was turned. Remember we all were in your room?" He asked Eve, and she nodded. He said, "Vincent holds that ability."
Timotei was Vincent's cat?
"But Vincent didn't know who you were when you both met," Eve pointed, trying to understand how that was possible.
"Neither did I when we met after many years, but as I said, it is because of the gaps in my memories," Timotei continued to explain, and said, "Maybe it is because I am a cat with many short lives, that I have been able to carry a few past memories still in tact, but it might not be the same for others. But I am unable to remember the details and am on the path of discovery."
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 470 Holes In The Memories
Eve turned to Vincent and asked him, "Do you think it is possible?"
"Considering how the Moriarty bloodline originally branched from the royal family of King Gauntlet, it is possible," Vincent replied with a slight frown.
This was why Timotei was here. It wasn't because of vacation or because he wanted to become a person. But because he was curious if Vincent was the man from the past, Eve thought to herself.
If what Timotei said was true, then that also meant that Vincent's soul was part of King Gauntlet's family.
Timotei cleared his throat and asked Eve, "You will still turn me into a vampire, won't you? A pureblooded vampire," he looked at her with his big eyes, donning a sweet and innocent appearance.
Seeing how the black cat wasn't causing any intentional but only unintentional harm and was only having the wish to turn to a person walking on two legs and not four, Eve didn't see why she couldn't help the cat in this matter in the future. But then she heard Vincent say,
"You are an untrustworthy cat. I doubt I could have had any pet like you in my previous life."
The black cat looked offended and said, "It wasn't I, but you who picked me up and said that I would be your cat! Do you think I wanted to be your personnel cat? If it weren't for the bunch of ra--raspberries hanging on the branch, that I was going to eat. Ahem, I wouldn't have been your cat in the past. Right now, I am my own person. I have been for the last few lives," the cat harrumphed.
Both Vincent and Eve could tell that it wasn't raspberries but a bunch of rats that had tormented the black cat. It seemed like Timotei was just a spoiled little cat, who had probably been coddled and was scared of rats since the very beginning.
"Eve," Vincent addressed her, gaining her attention and she looked away from the cat to meet his red eyes, "Don't turn Timotei until we get all the answers about his past life. The one in the beginning," Eve agreed to it by a nod.
"What?!" Timotei meowed at the end and came to Eve's side. He gently tugged one side of her long skirt with his paw and said, "You cannot do this to me, Eve!"
"I am sorry, Timotei, but I will have to side with Vince's decision here," Eve offered an apologetic look at the black cat, who fell flat on the floor as if his life was doomed. "If you are really from that time, there must be important memories. And didn't you just tell us that it is because you are a cat, that you still have pieces of your past memories? Once I turn you to a vampire, it might end up with you losing your memory for good and never remembering anything."
"I dug my own grave," Timotei whispered to the dusty floor. But as he spoke, dust rose from the ground. He quickly got up and coughed.
"You have waited this long, a little more time shouldn't make much difference. Now that we know that you were a cat since the beginning, the probability of turning you into a human or a vampire is low," Vincent reminded the cat of the harsh reality.
"The earlier sea creature could do it, which means Eve has all the ability to do it too. She's a mermaid-siren, which is rare. So you see? Rare abilities?" Timotei spoke as if trying to make them see his logic.
Vincent's lips twitched, and he stated, "If that is true, you don't need Eve's help as you can do it yourself. You are a rare cat who talks. I am sure you will find a way on your own."
Timotei glared at Vincent, doubting whether this pureblooded vampire was really his first owner. Probably he was wrong, the cat thought to itself. From what he could remember with his feelings, he remembered clinging to his cat-father. Perhaps he had only imagined it? He nodded his head, while Eve and Vincent watched the cat bob its head in silence.
"How often do you remember things about your past, Timotei?" Eve asked the cat, who for five seconds stayed quiet before realising she was his key to vampirism. Once he would turn into a vampire, he would chase all the rats and make sure the land he was going to live in would be free from those pests. "Timotei?"
"Ah, yes. It doesn't have any fixed time. The longer I am near familiar things or people from the past, the quicker those missing puzzles come to me. Aren't I amazing?" Timotei asked them.
"Maybe the longer you two bond together, we might be more clear about your past life?" Eve asked Vincent.
Vincent held a frown, his lips set in a thin line, and he questioned the cat, "You said a siren cursed you. But she never cursed you, did she? She turned you to a cat who could speak, but blessed you."
Silence fell in the room, and Timotei coughed, "I might have twisted the story a little so that all of you could believe that I needed to be turned urgently. But that didn't happen," he said in a disappointed tone.
"Why did she give you the ability to speak?" Vincent questioned Timotei, who blinked.
"I don't know, maybe she was beguiled by the charming me and thought she could use me as a person to talk to, though I don't remember what we spoke. I told you I was a ladies man," Timotei raised his front paws.
"I don't think he has the memories of her or what happened," Eve said to Vincent. "There are probably many spaces in his memories that haven't been filled even after he has lived many lives."
Vincent stared at the black cat that continued to speak to Eve. If the person blessed the cat with speech, and had granted him nine lives, it only meant that the person wanted to pass something important through this cat.
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