For the past few days, the little black cat, Mun, had been lingering around where Eric worked. At first, it kept a fair distance; later, seeing that no one paid it any attention, it dropped its guard and crept closer to Eric, sitting there boldly and watching openly.
Eric pretended not to see it every time, letting it sit there. Cats were truly strange creatures: the more enthusiastic you were, the more they hated it; ignore them, and they would come to tease you. It was best to keep a distance so they had their own space but could still bother you whenever they wanted.
Mun hadn't started any tricks yet, but in Eric's eyes, it was only a matter of time. Hadn't it dared to come this close while he was working? This was the first small beastman to dare approach like this.
The others were still in a state of being "birds afraid of a bent branch," daring not to actively contact the people of the Hadu tribe.
