"I have never known why the clan paid so much attention to a talking cat, and even alarmed the ancestors." Dingdang Ears chewed an unknown holly leaf, and babbled to himself.
said the companion.
Thick sap slowly dripped down the corners of its mouth, dyeing its beard green.
Because it ate too many leaves, it had already pulled out all the leaves on the side of the holly tree. The green-brown branches were exposed in the air, bare and looked particularly ugly. The bees responsible for the reception had long given up.
With honeydew added to its leaves, it would buzz over to it from time to time and glare at it fiercely.
Of course, this level of contempt and disgust did not put any pressure on a certain green-skinned animal. It even had the intention to look at the twigs of holly wood a few more times, wondering whether to pull one off to grind its teeth.
However, after the bees showed their tail stings, the mouse in the green vest finally wisely gave up this plan.
"...I mean, man, this is a magical world, right!" Dingdong Ears stroked his beard and wiped the green juice on it, turned to look at Dingdong Ears, and added carelessly: "The magical world,
Is it any wonder that there is a talking cat? We are mice, and we can still talk!”
"Perhaps this is why the elders are paying attention to it." Dingdong Er was grabbing his tail, straightening out the short hairs on it one by one, and at the same time replied slowly: "After all, we have the first one that can talk.
There may be a second or third cat. Who knows if there will be a group of talking cats in a year? We are natural enemies with them, and we must always be vigilant!"
"There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests." Because it involved a deal between himself and the black cat, Dingdang Ears naturally couldn't turn a blind eye to his companion's last words, and immediately retorted: "Maybe ordinary cats and mice are natural enemies, but we
It has transcended the scope of ordinary life and is two civilizations! Civilization, do you understand? That is, we no longer use simple and crude jungle laws to deal with the relationship between two races, nor will we destroy the basic morality of society because of instinct."
"Confrontations between different civilizations are not divorced from the bloody laws of the jungle." Dingdong Er shook his ears disapprovingly: "As for your transaction, it is not divorced from this... Fifty percent of the profit, just
It can make capital take risks; 100% profit can make capital trample on the law; 300%, ha, even if the mouse is the bridesmaid of the cat, what's the risk?"
"Wow, wow, wow... a very exciting speech. But unfortunately, I have to interrupt this profound analysis of capital." An abrupt voice interrupted the conversation between the two mice in green vests,
A tall mouse wearing a red vest walked up to two mice waiting to be summoned.
Red vests are the 'high-level status' second only to the elders in mouse society. Most of them have broken through the life span of ordinary mice, and have very outstanding attainments in a certain skill - maybe digging holes, maybe
It's a disguise, perhaps a search for information or a field fight - in short, they are the elite of the rat tribe.
Accordingly, most of the red vests will have the honor of accompanying their ancestors. They will set aside a certain amount of time every month to serve as assistants to their ancestors according to the duty schedule pre-arranged by the elders. Just like this one who stands with Dingdong Ears
The red vest in front of me.
"It's your turn next. As a rule, speak louder and don't let the ancestors ask questions again." The mouse in the red vest hugged the noteboard, grabbed the quill, and sketched on it while quickly instructing.
Precautions.
At the end of the day, before leaving, the mouse in the red vest seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Dingdang Ears again: "Oh, by the way... the hive office in the waiter's office received a report and put you on the blacklist. If you go under
This is the first time I have the opportunity to meet my ancestors, and while I’m waiting, there are no bees coming to bring you honeydew.”
As it said, it glanced at the holly tree with several bare branches, and added: "And thanks to you, the holly tree in the living room will be removed soon. You won't have the chance to eat the leaves next time.
."
The beard of Jingle Ears trembled, but in the end he closed his mouth tightly in frustration and said nothing.
Passing through a short arch, we walked through a low corridor. Both sides of the corridor were bare, without any decoration, except for a few burning torches. The mice stared with bated breath one by one, and slowly moved forward along the central axis.
, not only worried that if they walked too fast, the dark wind would blow out the torches, but also worried that the burning elves would burn their beards and tails.
Soon, a group of three mice came to a room that was unusually tall and spacious for mice - for mice, it seemed more appropriate to describe this room as a 'hall'.
However, this 'hall' does not have the gorgeous and mysterious decorations of Hall 1 of the First University, nor is it as magnificent as the temples and churches of Atlas College. The furnishings in this 'hall' look different from those of ordinary wizards.
The furnishings of the study are not much different.
Marble skirting boards, cork-wrapped parapets, and exquisite stone patterns carved on the edges of the roof. A huge lotus leaf lamp hangs on the roof in the center, and a dozen bright flames are jumping and burning among the lotus leaves.
It illuminates the whole room brightly.
There are huge bookcases on the left and right sides of the room, which are densely filled with wizards' books; there is a long test bench in the center of the room, which is filled with various experimental instruments. At the moment, dozens of people wearing
The mouse in the red vest was running back and forth on the table, busy with something silently - whether it was the bookcase, books or experimental equipment, they were all in line with the size of wizards and did not match the size of mice.
In addition, there are some blue elves, fluttering their wings, as if streams of light are sliding through the air. They are carrying flower baskets, fruit plates, or rags. At the end of the room, there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window.
There was no light outside, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. I didn't know if there was a huge stone wall outside the window or if it was a dark world.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window is a large, tall black Taishi chair.
The great elder of the Rat Clan was sitting on the chair.
To the left and right of the Grand Master's chair, rats in red vests lined up neatly, like well-trained soldiers or waiters. Each one of them looked intently, seemingly not noticing the three rats who walked in from the arch along the black carpet.