It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

I, Andrew Lynn, originally thought that becoming a seventh or eighth level magician would be the end of my life.

After all, I don’t have any particularly great qualifications... Even though I am the disciple of a legend, I am not even qualified to stay in Nevis and was sent out directly.

The euphemistic name is walking around, looking for inspiration and opportunities, but in fact, the teacher didn’t want me anymore and kicked me out.

Not qualified to enter the Babel Tower, not qualified to enter any auxiliary tower, not qualified to work in the laboratory of any high-level mage.

Also, after eight years of study, you will never be able to advance to the fifth level mage. In a place like Nevis, such qualifications are still far, far away from being outstanding.

So I was kicked out. He adventured everywhere, wandered around, hunted monsters, dug up corpses in ancient battlefields, and crossed the Hall Strait.

Finally, I caught some inspiration and settled down near the mage tower where my friend, Master Gehrman, was stationed. I dug a cave and planned to conduct experiments quietly and break through to the fifth level mage.

Unexpectedly, before the experiment was completed, a small group of inexplicable guys broke into my residence...

Now, I am already an 18th-level high-level mage, and I have begun to attack the legend.

Then, after being unable to defeat Mr. Trocca and taking him to the desert to pursue the ancient cat god, he was pursued by an unknown woman.

So why am I being pursued again?

Why did Mr. Trocca's suspected object of pursuit come to seduce me?

What special charm do I have that makes me pursued by these weird women?

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I really don't have this idea..."

Linn stepped back step by step. The nephrite in his arms was fragrant, and the woman who was suspected of being a cat goddess kept throwing herself into his arms. He could only try his best to protect himself:

The defensive spells solidified on the body, the various defensive spells learned over the years, the magic equipment brought this time, and the various defensive spells that can be activated;

The legendary equipment that Gretel gave him to protect his mind, which was designed to target various mind spells such as shock, temptation, distortion, etc., now shone with a circle of brilliance, shrouding his whole person in it.

"Oh, don't be like this." The magic halo opened, and the woman who appeared inexplicably had to take a step back, and then another step. She tilted her head cutely, raised a smile, and showed two thin tiger teeth:

"I don't want to do anything to you...you are just looking for fun and fun. The weather is so nice, let's have some fun, don't keep a straight face all day long!"

As he spoke, the gauze on his body lifted up and fluttered in the wind. The starlight was like silver, draping over her body, adding even more charm to her.

A layer of soft down grew on her flirtatious cheeks, and her ears moved and deformed. Above her head, two pointed, furry little ears stretched out, turning left and right, back and forth.

The long tail behind him swept back and forth, occasionally passing over Mr. Trocca's head, and occasionally walking playfully close to the ground and hooking towards Lynn's feet. Even if it can't break through the defensive circle, it still adds a thrilling charm.

Lin En was even more vigilant. He took a few steps back. When he raised his hand, a wall of white bones appeared out of thin air and blocked the two of them. They were about to retreat into the mage's cabin.

But the woman pounced forward, her body was soft, and she somehow got through the gaps between the bone spears, and leaned towards Lin En again, making Lin En couldn't help but sigh:

"Sure enough, are all cats made of water? Even Catwoman is so flexible and soft... Unfortunately, when I faced the female snake decades ago, I was not moved at all. Now I don't care even more... Not to mention, this time it's... Came for Mr. Trocca..."

Seeing that she could no longer lean on him, the strange woman smiled slightly and took two steps back. Raise your hands, stand on tiptoes, stretch your arms, bend down... gracefully and wantonly, dance a dance you have never seen before.

The woman's limbs were incredibly soft and flexible. Every time you raise your hand, every wave of your arm, every time you spread your fingertips, it's like a bright and beautiful flower blooming under the moon;

Every time I lower my waist, every time I turn, the veil on my body flutters in the wind, and a mouth-drying fragrance hits me;

Not to mention, the small golden bells on her wrists and ankles kept making crisp sounds. When it is urgent, it is like rain hitting lotus flowers, when it slows down, it is like a small paw, gently scratching your heart.

Lynn's mouth was dry. He tried hard not to pounce, and thought hard:

Who is this?

Who is this?

Cat priest?

Contractor of the Cat God?

Or did the cat god come in person in some way?

In the ancient legends of the Black Continent, the cat god's duties indeed include directions such as reproduction, family, protection of young children, and even entertainment and sexual intercourse.

Of course, music and dance are people’s instincts. Which god's dedication and sacrifice can't be separated from music and dance?

It would be nice if he came in person, Mr. Trocca, and he would get what he wanted. By the way, how is Mr. Trocca?

His mental power swept through the bone wall, and Mr. Trocca was surrounded by a group of cats, with high and low meows coming one after another. Either soft, crisp, childish, charming, you name it.

Mr. Trocca was still fuming and angry earlier. He kept sweeping and knocking away the big kittens, and kept pounced in the direction of Catwoman.

But as he fluttered and fluttered, his movements became slower. After being rubbed and licked by the kittens, he actually turned back to nuzzle those kittens. Lin En frowned secretly and shouted loudly:

"Mr. Trocca!!!"

While shouting, he had already mobilized the contract between himself and the other party, which was severely shaken. Mr. Trocca jolted awake.

A ball of golden light rolled up around it, repelling all the cats, large and small. Then he kicked hard and flew up, rushing towards Catwoman who was dancing wantonly:

"Meowoooooooooooooo-"

"Oh, little guy, why did you rush over?"

Catwoman may have been caught off guard, or perhaps on purpose, and was pounced upon by Mr. Trocca.

She stretched her soft limbs, took the black cat in her arms, and let it rub against her shoulder desperately, smiling:

"Do you like me so much? Why, you don't particularly like any of my children?"

"Miuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Mr. Trocca nuzzled her, licked her, and spread his scent on her. Catwoman opened her arms and rubbed him into her arms:

"So it's me you like...Oh, the aura on you is so charming, so deep, so ancient..."

The black mist opened and shrank. Catwoman suddenly turned into a black cat, landed on the ground, and barked loudly at Mr. Trocca.