Seeing the many cats rushing over, Richard blinked, his face turned slightly serious, and he turned his hand, and a bunch of small clips appeared in his palm.
The next moment, the first big yellow cat rushed over. Richard took action like lightning, grabbed the opponent's back, and then put the clip on it.
After doing this, put the yellow cat on the ground. It was originally extremely ferocious and looked like a yellow cat that chose people to devour ancient ferocious beasts. At this moment, it "knelt down" like pushing a golden mountain over a jade pillar - its body tilted and fell down in response, as if its fate was being strangled. Throat - back of neck.
Then, the second black cat pounced on him, and Richard followed suit, using another clamp to pinch the other person's neck.
Then the third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...
Regardless of whether they were black or white cats, big cats or kittens, solid-colored cats, or spotted cats, anyone who dared to attack Richard was treated indiscriminately.
Not long after, the attacking cat-man army failed to accomplish anything, and they all lay on the ground, motionless.
The room was eerily quiet and looked like the scene of a massacre.
Richard touched his nose and was thinking about how to explain to the girl named Heidi when he heard footsteps in the corridor outside the door, followed by two people's voices.
A young voice said: "Teacher, why don't you... think about it again."
An old man's voice said impatiently: "Weaver, you don't need to mention this matter again, I won't agree. Also, you should come to my place less often in the future."
"Teacher, you..."
"To be honest, Weaver, I'm disappointed in you."
"I… "
The sound gradually faded away, as if walking outside the door, and then the footsteps of a single person walked back. The steps were a little heavy and slightly staggering. Richard guessed that it was the old man from before and the master he wanted to visit.
With a "squeak" sound, Richard pushed the door open and walked out.
In the corridor, a thin, silver-haired old man who looked to be in his seventies looked over. After noticing Richard, he looked at him twice and asked aloud, "Who are you?"
"Hello, Great Scholar Suradi, my name is Richard."
"Well..." The other party nodded, not paying attention, and was about to go to the study. He took two steps and then stopped. As if he remembered something, he stretched out his hand and asked tentatively, "We have an appointment, is it... Bar?"
"Yes." Richard said, "The appointment is for this afternoon."
"Uh, okay then, come to the study with me and let's talk." The old man said, stepping into the study.
Richard followed and walked in.
After walking in, Richard found that the entire study was a bit exaggeratedly large, almost comparable to a living room, with an area of more than fifty square meters and a height of five meters. Among them, the most eye-catching piece of furniture is the tall bookshelf.
There are four walls in total, three of which are lined with huge custom-made bookshelves—the bookshelves are the walls.
The bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books, scrolls, parchments and other information, all obviously collected by the old man, which is amazing.
Except for the bookshelf, the rest of the furnishings in the room looked shabby. On the ground in the middle, there was an old desk painted with red paint, and a chair with peeling paint on each side of the desk.
Richard noticed that there was a bunch of messy things on the desk table at this time, including a small rectangular stone wrapped in linen, like a stalactite.
Noticing Richard's gaze, the old man turned his head and looked over. While continuing to pack the things on the table, he said with a hint of apology: "I made you laugh, this was brought by the person just now.
"He is your student." Richard said.
"Indeed." The old man nodded. He paused and thought of something before speaking, "But to be more precise, he was my student before, but now... it's hard to say."
"Um..." Based on the conversation he heard before, Richard guessed some of the reasons. He didn't really want to explore, but the old man talked about himself.
"His name is Weaver. He is the son of an ore merchant in Baishi City. He has studied with me for several years. I originally thought that he would be successful after leaving me, but I didn't expect that he would become more and more philistine. This time he came to visit me. , I thought he was asking me some questions, but who knew he was selling me some stones produced at home."
Richard: "..."
"Now, it's this kind of stone." The old man shook the small stone wrapped on the table. "What is the precious dripping stone in the cave? It is very consistent with my noble status. If I want it, I can buy it cheaply. Give me a batch.
Hehe, I'm just a bad old man, I don't have any honorable status, I'm afraid he just found the wrong person. What did I buy this useless stone for? Do I really want to tear down the small and rustic porch he mentioned and build a big, gorgeous porch? snort! "
"Actually, if you really want to build a porch, it's best not to use this kind of stone." Richard said.
"Huh?" The old man looked over.
"Although I haven't observed it carefully, this stone should be a type of calcite. It is soft and easily damaged. It will soften when the temperature is too high, and it will dissolve when exposed to acid. Therefore, it is not suitable for building porches or Other buildings." Richard briefly explained.
"Um, is that so?" Although the old man was rich in knowledge, it was mainly in language and history, and he had no research on such a remote subject as minerals. Hearing Richard's words, the old man was slightly startled for a moment, then said, "Humph, I knew that Weaver didn't have any good intentions at all."
Richard didn't think Weaver really had good intentions. After all, it would do Weaver himself no good to trick the old man in front of him. It is very likely that the other party did not know the shortcomings of this calcite stone. He just saw that it was more beautiful and used it to promote it. As a result, he got into trouble. But he was too lazy to explain to Weaver, after all, he had no contact with him.
At this time, the old man saw it again. Apparently because of Richard's words, his impression of Richard improved slightly, from a pure stranger to a relatively good stranger.
Then the old man thought of something and turned to face the door and shouted loudly: "Heidi, is the tea ready? Bring it to the guests quickly."
After shouting, the old man cleaned the desk surface, sat down on a chair next to him, and asked Richard to sit down.
As soon as Richard sat down, there were soft footsteps outside the door, and then the study door opened with a creak, and the big-eyed girl Heidi walked in carrying a tray. On the tray were two steaming teacups filled with tea.
Heidi walked straight to the desk, first smiled and carefully handed a cup of tea to the old man. Then he turned around, his face tightened, and he looked at Richard with an angry expression, looking like a puppy that was about to bite someone.
Heidi picked up the teacup and placed it heavily in front of Richard. The tea in the teacup swayed and almost spilled out.
Richard was a little surprised. He didn't seem to have offended the other party. Why was he so good just now, but now he suddenly fell out of favor
unless…
Richard thought of the cats that were caught in the cat room in the corridor and lying on the floor.