Chapter 585 boring competition
Tom looked at the cat in his room. "Who are you? No, what are you? Are you one of the cultists or my allies?"
"No, if you are my enemy, you wouldn't lead me to their base."
The cat meowed and ignored him as it lay on the bed.
"You are a little annoying, but thank you for helping me." Tom grabbed a fish from his inventory and gave it to the cat. The cat looked at the fish in disdain and slapped it away.
"Hey!" Tom frowned. "This damned cat is too arrogant."
The cat moved to the center of the bed and closed its eyes. Tom sighed and wanted to lay on the bed as well, but the cat hissed at him.
"This is my bed."
It hissed again.
Tom glared at the cat. "You think you owned the place now, huh?"
After a few seconds, Tom relented and slept on the floor.
The next day, Tom and his friends left the inn. The cat perched on his shoulder, grooming itself with its tongue and looked at people as if they were peasants.