Kenton-Alkemi

"Ah-- Mao, no! Please get down from there!" "Maaaaaao~" The little pink kitten tilted his head slightly, smiling innocently at his master. Meredith sighed and gently took the little kitten, cradling him in his arms. Mao squeaked in protest at first, but a little scratch behind the ears made him melt into a warm, fuzzy ball of contentment. He was a curious one. Though there was enough space for him to freely explore, the little kitten always wanted to be the center of attention. This time he had jumped right onto the table that was set aside for festival preparations. The ghost festival... He was familiar with it, however his father had han

      Meredith frowned as he pored over the scrolls on his desk. No matter how many times he looked at the characters, calculated the numbers in his head, it just did not make any sense at all.     A few months earlier, while wandering through the outskirts of town, he discovered that each household had been allocated plots on the village farmland. Aside from the area belonging to the resident giant farmer, the farm was completely bare. He questioned the village golem about the specifics, but as usual, its only response was a silent gesture indicating the Shang household’s plot.       Though unsure what to make of this, Meredith dec