CHAPTER SEVENTY

“Carl, I cleaned you armour and took it you room. You can put it on now. I think we need to talk to Thought about who made that armour. Have more of them made for you since you don’t like clothes,” Maria spoke as we walked into the leaving room.

I looked at Carl, and he just looked me back apologetically. “Maybe I was a bit dramatic. But I never like these things. And thank Maria for the gesture. I would love it for you to talk to Thought about my armour maker. Unlike some people you are trying to help me,” he glared at me and walked upstairs, jumping like a little girl.

What was that for? I was trying to help him and he came to me complaining about her giving him clothes to wear. And now he was telling me I was the one being unreasonable, and I was the bad guy in the story. That cat needs to learn to respect me more than the owner or the house and his owner.

Maria looked at me as he laughed died down after seeing the way Carl jumped to his room. “How was work?” She asked as she took
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