142 Three-Way Meeting (1)

For a shop whose owner was a cat, the merchandise was more ordinary than expected. Ian left the grooming cat alone and looked over the items displayed in the case.

Beast blood. Mystery organs. Sand from the Sahara Desert, Antarctic glaciers, lava, sandstone, cow testicles, human wrists, eyeballs, hearts, and so on....

A wide variety of items were lined up in glass bottles.

If a normal person had seen the list, they would have fainted on the spot, but for mages these were ingredients they used so often they were almost sick of them. Ian stared at the candy made mainly from a male deer's eyeball, then turned his head toward the cat.

“Are you the owner?”

“Then would I be a thief cat, nya?”

The cat shot back immediately.

“My name is Pleas, nya. I’m the owner of this shop, nya.”

“...I heard this was a chain. Do you manage all of them yourself?”

“Of course, nya. This body is my familiar. It is called Leopold General August V, nya. It’s the one in charge of the Korean branch, nya.”...