Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 93
This was a very special cat.
It was large. At first glance, it resembled a maine coon, but its streamlined physique was slender and elegant, lacking the “wild” and “burly” impression ordinary maine coons typically give. [mfn]
in case anyone didn’t know as it was mentioned in previous chapters – maine coons can get really large.[/mfn]
Its soft paw pads stepped soundlessly on the carpeted stone steps, light as a feather.
What was even more remarkable was that its fur was almost entirely of the purest gold, with only subtle, even variations in shade.
It was as if it were draped in a luxurious gown naturally woven from light, casting different layers of shadows with the diffusion of light and its contours.
The fur was lightest above the chest, slightly darker on the torso, and the slightly fluffy long tail was a deep gold.
After taking a few steps, he had already shed the initial clumsiness and moved as nimbly as a real cat.
Of course, such a body was not something he could be satisfied with.
—He needed a taller stature and greater strength to properly protect his most important, beautiful believer.
Just like his body in the divine realm.
But he simply couldn’t wait any longer.
Originally able to endure only meeting Oliver in dreams, he had been restless ever since hearing with his own ears how deeply attached his believer was to him.
From the day his divinity took form, he had been alone in the divine realm.
Always accompanied by solitude, constantly longing for Oliver to call his name, rather than merely watching the other through divine sense.
He certainly knew how painful the feeling of waiting could be.
He thought, he must go see Oliver soon.
To leave the divine realm early and truly make contact with Oliver, despite his divine power not being strong enough to form a complete divine body, he finally came up with a solution.
To carry out this plan, over the ten difficult days he refrained from summoning Oliver’s soul, he finally accumulated enough divine power.
Then, imitating the form of that golden statue, he temporarily condensed a body much smaller than his true form but agile enough for movement, and sent it to the mortal world.
He had made it as large as possible.
This should also be the form Oliver… liked the most, right?
Feeling somewhat uncertain, he soon arrived before the hall’s main door.
The door was tightly shut, the panels thick and heavy.
But this only blocked the sight and hearing of others, not him.
Through the strand of divine sense attached to Oliver, he could hear that pleasant, soothing voice anytime he wished.
Yet he hesitated a little.
Oliver…
Would he really like his current form?
With an indescribably subtle feeling, after a brief moment of hesitation, he still did not use his divine power to pass directly through the door.
Instead, unconsciously tucking his paws, he quietly crouched on the wooden shelf facing the main door.
His golden eyes reflected the image of the door. After a short while, he couldn’t help but rest his head obediently on his paws, his long tail gently sweeping left and right, as if waiting for something.
He didn’t wait for Oliver to emerge with Fosse from inside, but first encountered the two servants carrying four cages, coming to report to the lord.
Because they were dirty but had to report directly to the duke, they had been very nervous all the way here.
Their gaze was either fixed on the small patch of ground ahead or on the cages in their hands.
Now facing the door with their backs turned to him, neither of them noticed the large, beautiful golden cat quietly crouched high on the wooden shelf behind them—its body longer than their arms.
After they stumbled through introducing themselves, butler Fosse opened the door from inside.
The moment light spilled out from within, his furry pointed ears instantly perked up, and he unconsciously raised his chin, lifting his upper body.
His golden round eyes sparkled, brimming with unconscious anticipation.
“Come in.”
Fosse said coldly, his green eyes reflecting the nervous figures of the two, not noticing the dimly lit top of the wooden shelf.
After the two entered timidly, the door closed again.
Oh…
The golden cat’s ears drooped slightly as he lay back down in disappointment.
Completely unaware that a heavy “dream cat” was obediently waiting for him, Oliver’s gaze had been fixed on the four cages since the two entered.
While the two recounted their journey, Oliver nodded with a perfunctory smile, enduring for a moment before finally speaking: “Pull back the tarpaulin, let me take a look.”
Of course he wanted to know what kind of cats had been bought this time.
The tarpaulin was quickly removed.
Each cage contained three or four kittens.
Their large, round eyes were wide with fear and curiosity, reflecting the image of the golden-haired lord.
For some reason, they suddenly stopped their continuous anxious meowing from the journey, staring intently at Oliver with wide eyes.
Oliver’s gaze slowly moved over them.
Large ears, plump bodies covered in short, dense blue-gray and bronze fur—just looking at them gave a sense of warm thickness.
Their limbs and relatively long tails, wrapped in what seemed like velvet, didn’t convey the noble elegance of fur but rather a cute, stout sturdiness.
All british shorthairs.
Oliver couldn’t help but carefully examine each of these adorable little creatures, forming his own judgment about their breed and approximate age.
They should all be nearly one year old, almost adults.
They looked somewhat lethargic but had no injuries and were of normal weight—just worn out from the difficult journey and getting caught in the rain.
“Have Lucy take some people to boil warm water and give them baths later,” Oliver instructed while staring at the one that most caught his fancy, feeling a bit tempted. “Dry them with cloths as much as possible, feed them, then ask around town if any commoners are willing to adopt them—prioritize those with cat-raising experience.”
Back when the famine wasn’t so severe, cats were one of the main forces for catching mice. Though they couldn’t luxuriously enjoy being treated as pets, a few people in the city were still willing to keep them.
It was only later when people couldn’t afford food, and the crop-failed fields yielded few rats—even if there were any, starving slaves would catch and eat them first—that cats gradually disappeared.
“If any remain, have Lucy find suitable candidates. She can help care for them for a while until they adapt to working conditions.”
Oliver spoke while naturally opening the cage door, then effortlessly scooped up the plumpest-looking little gray chubby one and cradled it in his arms.
He certainly remembered that these cats were primarily bought for work purposes. They couldn’t be treated like modern pets – carefully selected toys, premium nutritionally balanced cat food, and meticulous care weren’t options here.
Only during the transition period would they need to provide minimal food. Once adapted to the environment, the cats would have to integrate and forage for themselves.
At most… at most… they might occasionally pet them in passing.
When first grasped by those fair, beautiful hands, even though its subconscious was filled with instinctive fondness for the person before it, the cat’s entire body instantly tensed up.
Its round eyes brimmed with vigilance, bared fangs visible in its open mouth as it emitted a threatening low “meow-roar” while vigorously waving its limbs several times, its fur standing on end.
But…
The first area to receive gentle strokes was the region between its alertly perked ears.
The texture was indeed wonderful.
As an experienced “technician,” Oliver skillfully began petting from the area most easily accepted by kittens, using his fingertips with gentle expertise while tenderly watching the seemingly fierce but non-resistant kitten, happily marveling.
It felt exactly like touching an elastic fleece blanket with its own comfortable temperature.
He certainly wasn’t arrogant enough to try conquering every hostile stray cat.
The reason he dared to touch it was because during that brief eye contact with the kitten, he had already sensed it didn’t truly resist him.
And… this one’s texture appeared to be the best among these dozen or so cats.
Once the little blue round one’s muscles gradually relaxed, those sensitive fingertips naturally moved to the base of its ears, slightly increasing the massage pressure.
The furry ears were gently rubbed and tested with slight twists until reaching that particular joint it enjoyed most.
It involuntarily narrowed its eyes, throat emitting muffled purring sounds, unconsciously urging this strange human to continue.
The hand obediently complied, after sufficiently stroking those ears, sliding further to the plump cheeks, with the middle finger massaging the perked whiskers while the thumb smoothly expanded and lightly scratched backward.
The final facial area to receive attention was the chin – most cats’ favorite spot for gentle rubbing.
“Meow~”
By this point, its chest that had been heaving dramatically with accelerated breathing had completely returned to normal.
Not only was its body no longer tense, but as those magical hands continued caressing and began full-body massage, it gradually softened into a puddle… of intoxicated cat pancake.
How could anything feel this wonderful?
All initial vigilance vanished as it nuzzled in this warm embrace carrying its favorite floral scent, sometimes turning sideways to expose more of its body craving affection while coquettishly emitting even softer purring sounds.
—This country gray kitten that had never experienced such gentle and precise human massage, never witnessed such “extravagant” treatment, how could it possibly resist such pleasure!
Everyone watched in stunned silence as the cat, which had been full of wariness just moments before, visibly softened in Lord Oliver’s hands at an astonishing speed. It not only refused to leave but also craved more petting, even instinctively starting to act coquettishly.
Truly… worthy of being the Lord.
Just as this lucky little blue chubby cat was indulging in unprecedented bliss, a faint “crack” abruptly sounded from outside the door.
It resembled the crisp noise of a wooden pillar being snapped.
Oliver froze.
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he immediately noticed that the little blue cat, which had been lying limp in his arms as if urging him to massage the base of its tail, suddenly flipped up as if severely startled.
It completely abandoned its previously relaxed, pleasure-seeking posture, its eyes wide with terror, back arched, and tail fur fully bristled, staring straight at the door.
It didn’t stare in the direction of the door for long before, as if severely frightened, it scurried back into the cage dejectedly.
Squeezing frantically among the other cats that had also suddenly grown restless, it hid, trembling.
“What’s wrong?”
Everyone sensed something amiss.
Fosse frowned slightly, drew his sword without hesitation, held it behind his back, and went to open the door himself.
“Thump.”
After another faint sound came from outside the door, Fosse decisively yanked it open with force!
