The Catnip

“Sigh... Catnip is the BEST! CATNIP! CATNIP! CATNIP!! MORE!!”

Daebum clung to Dohwi’s wrist like a snake, rubbing his entire body. Feeling both pity and amusement, Dohwi grabbed the hallucinating fox by the scruff. So much for his ambition to become a nine-tailed fox—it seemed a long way off.

‘So this is catnip, huh.’

At least he had acquired something useful.

Carrying the still-dazed Daebum, Dohwi headed to the hermitage.

The monk was praying for the hunters who had met an untimely death on Mount Yeehwang recently.

The monk glanced at Dohwi with displeasure. This tiger, who deserved a good ol’ strike of lightning for its sins, was a ruthless and evil creature.

Normally, the damn tiger didn’t even acknowledge his presence, so it was clear he had come with a specific purpose this time.

“Ah, what brings you here? I thought I had given you everything you needed. There’s nothing left for you to take from me.”