Dragon's Blood Creek flowed non-stop, the river that ran through almost the entire kingdom of the Greylion and nourished the land for almost all of its observable history. Even when the harshest winters freeze the upper layers of the river, there is always a trickle of water gushing out of the frozen crevices. If the whole kingdom is a giant, then this river is his artery. Now, on the arteries of the kingdom, a large expanse of green material intertwines with each other to support a platform. Around the platform, there was laughter mixed with the sound of the water, and in the center of the platform, a man in a gray robe sits.

The appearance of the goblins solves Cheese's urgent need. Sitting on the cold leaves, the mage ushered in a calm for the first time in a long time. He closed his eyes and let his mind sit between sleep and wakefulness, which some people call meditation and consider it superior to normal sleep. As for Cheese, he prefers a good night's sleep on the soft bed rather than this slow rest. Except for fainting, he almost forgot when he could sleep purely.

But not yet, all the long-term efforts are coming to an end, and Cheese will not allow himself to miss it. As he meditated, he combed through the information in his mind about the original samples of the nezu-man plague, drawing parallels to the current form of the plague. The mage was sure that with a little time and test subjects, he would be able to create a potion in a short period of time that would make the nezumi plague infectious, and at the same time allow the proto-nezumi to regain their ability to think.

In that case, this damn plague will have an acceptable ending. Cheese had already figured out that he just needed to rush back to Vale as soon as possible and convince Gloria that they would provide some controlled proto-nezumi as test subjects, and in less than a month, they would be able to become a completely new race. At that time, even if the kingdom of the Greylion no longer accepts his former nationals, they will be able to live under the protection of the Grey Tower. Don't think that the only land owned by the Grey Tower is the frozen soil of the north, Cheese is well aware of the huge wealth of his fellow disciples in this world, and every adult and passed the trial of the Grey Robe has the ability to act as a lord, but the land they rule is often not habited by ordinary people.

In the mage's mind, there are at least three of his peers who possess the ability to place the nezumi. And of the three, he was sure to convince one or two of them to really accept the nascent race. If nothing else, just having first-hand information about observing the nezumi is quite attractive to the inquisitive Greys. And with only the Protector, the rats have enough time to sort out their own state and find a destiny for themselves in this world. There are so many races in this world, there is no reason why there is no room for rat people.

Of course, if His Majesty Sigget is wise enough, he should use his own wrists to control the nobles of the kingdom, so that they can gradually learn to accept the nezumi. In this way, it may not be a few decades before the rat people in the kingdom of the blue lion can live as a special ethnic minority. With their demonstrated talent for underground construction, Cheese believes that the rats have the ability to convince the king to return them to the kingdom.

"You'd better dismiss these thoughts. Otherwise, it will only make it more sad. The cold words were more piercing than the river, and Cheese woke up suddenly, only to find that a six-winged crow had landed on his shoulder at some point, and the red eyes were looking straight at him. In the face of this ominous omen, even the goblins from Dragonspine Mountain put away their songs and laughter, and carefully hid under the leaves, hoping for its departure.

The mage was silent for a few seconds, he could feel the familiar magic in the raven's body, as far as he knew, no one had the ability to imitate such a disgusting power. "So, you were defeated by that witch?" asked Cheese, who seemed to be telling him that things might not be as rosy as he had hoped.

"Of course not, how could you have such an idea? I would lose to a thoughtless witch who had been seduced by hypocritical profits? Why didn't you guess that a monkey had summoned the demon lord?" the crow's voice was a little agitated, and its messenger opened its beak and let out a piercing scream.

Cheese shook his head to dislodge the noisy bird from his shoulder, but the six-winged crow deftly dodged the mage's arm, and even flashed its wings triumphantly, as if to mock Cheese's slowness. "Okay, okay, I apologize. I shouldn't doubt your abilities. The annoyed mage decided to give in to his fellow disciples for the time being, and secretly noted the offense, intending to laugh at him the next time the crow was in trouble.

"Put away your childish thoughts, Cheese. Ann Lina is right, you have been with these mortals for too long, and you have become too different from a gray robe. The crow stopped agitating, but the crow's voice did not, and his tone was quite stern, especially the mention of Ann Lina's name in the sentence reminded Cheese of the unpleasantness that had arisen between him and the senpai.

"I don't need your teachings, you're not my guru. The mage's voice turned cold, "Explain your intentions, you didn't mean to scare me, did you?"

"You won't see me in the valley. I've left, taking my booty with me. And if you want me to say, you'd better not go back. Even by the strictest standards of the teacher, your task is long overdue. You are not obligated to witness the primitive society of mortals, and even if you must do so, it is best to keep your people away from the city. Nezumi are about to become history, and no, they won't even be recorded in history, that's the only thing you need to know. Cleaning, has begun. ”

"Clean, what cleansing, who's going to clean?" Cheese knew that the crow wouldn't make a pointless joke, and that there must be a reason for his warning. This made it impossible for the Master to think seriously about his words, especially the last sentence.

"Who knows, my tips end here. If you really want to understand all of this, think about every single part of this whole thing. The crow, waving its three pairs of wings, flew away. When it disappeared into the trees by the river, the sun seemed to become warmer, as if the dark clouds that had been blocking the sun had finally dispersed.

But Cheese standing in the sunshine doesn't think so. He was lost again.