In the impression of Jingle Ears, the ancestor is a very special big mouse.

The reason why it is special is because the size of the old ancestor is not compared to ordinary rats, and the difference cannot be calculated - maybe it is because the old ancestor has exerted special magic on himself, maybe it is just because the brain capacity of the mouse is limited, in short, soon after each visit, the jingle ear will forget the specific appearance of the ancestor.

Only its tall figure is deeply engraved in the depths of the soul of this young mouse. Every time I recall it, I always make it feel the trembling and looking up from the heart.

And today, seeing the ancestor again, it once again woke up to where its sense of admiration came from.

"It's huge!"

"It's too big!"

At the first sight of the ancestor, the two mice wearing green vests, Ding Dong Ear and Ding Dong Ear, invariably praised the words with the same meaning.

Because of the sight that appeared in their sight, the old ancestor sitting on the large black Taishi chair at the end of the hall in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was nearly one hundred and sixty centimeters tall.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the old ancestor were to walk around the campus in a black robe and with his face covered, no one would think of it as a mouse, but only as a rickety old wizard - for the vast majority of wizards at First University, this height seems inconspicuous. But for the rest of the rats, the difference in height is very, very significant.

"Watch your words!"

The red vest rat that led the way turned his head, glared at the two green vests behind him viciously, lowered his voice and gritted his teeth and complained: "Why does every mouse come in and say such nonsense!"

When Dingdong heard the reprimand, he trembled with fright, his ears slammed against his head, and his tail became stiff, which made him stumble and become more rude when he walked next.

On the other hand, Jingdong Ears was bold and looked up at the old ancestor.

Because they were still far away from the chair, Jingle Ears was lucky enough to see the whole picture of the old ancestor.

What caught its eye was a huge, somewhat chubby-looking mouse face. The thick eyelids and bags are stacked on top of each other, forming several layers of folded slits, making it difficult to tell where the eyes are, and the fat on the cheeks hangs down the nasolabial folds, squeezing against the fat between the neck, making it look like it has a chin with three or five layers.

The old ancestor was draped in a black robe, and his bulging belly stretched the robe out in an interesting arc. Outside the robe, he also wore a white vest, but unlike the vests of other rats, the vest worn by the ancestor was unbuttoned and was open-placket - this is not difficult to understand. After all, with such a spectacular belly, it is difficult to fasten the buttons of a normal vest.

At this moment, it was sitting with its belly bold, with its hands on the armrests of the Taishi chair, sitting peacefully. More than a dozen Smurfs held pens, ink, paper, inkstones, documents, seals and other study tools, waiting on the left and right, and two mice in red vests stood on the shoulders of the old ancestor, whispering to it to report their work.

The three rats lined up in a neat line, and came to the feet of the old ancestor in turn, and kissed the tip of his tail.

"Hmm, here you are?"

On the Taishi's chair, the Rat Immortal—this is the official name of the Rat Clan's ancestor in the First University Document Dossier—lowered his head and glanced at the two mice in green vests near his feet, and his tone was very kind: "I heard that you met a talking black cat outside?"

"Yes, Ancestor!"

Jingle Ear immediately raised his paws bravely, raised his voice loudly, spoke quickly, and repeated the story of his dealings with the black cat in clear words - including how he waded with the cat ** in the tree, how he bravely walked down the tree, and walked into the group of cats to talk to the terrible black cat with red eyes.

It was also interspersed with its use of linguistic skills to earn a few sparkling stones from a short wizard — and to enhance its persuasiveness, it presented the few small diamonds in a black velvet cloth to the ancestors — and its plans to further trade with the black cat.

At the end, it also used gorgeous rhetoric to describe the process of fighting wits and courage with the black cat that tried to track him, especially highlighting the image of it being fearless in the face of danger and denouncing the black cat with righteousness. The story then ends with the black cat being frightened and fleeing by the 'cloud-piercing arrow' it ignited.

Just like my ancestor said before, 'In this world, the most valuable treasure is information'...... And I brought that information today. ”

In his final closing remarks, Tinker Bell held up a small sparkling diamond and looked around with burning eyes: "The black cat and the wizard with it want to buy a ghoul beetle from us. ”

"Ghoul beetles! The little bugs that are rampant in the underground world, we can just take out a thousand! ten thousand! or even a hundred thousand! These bugs are no more delicious in our world than a swarm of spiders. ”

"But we can use this waste to exchange some uncivilized rats from the black cats or wizards, and a lot of shiny treasures!"

"Is there a better business than this?!"

The red vest rats who were originally standing on the left and right of the Taishi's chair followed the small stone that shimmered with beautiful colors, nodding their heads and wagging their tails in unison.

Jingle Ear shook his beard in satisfaction, bowed slightly, and then retreated respectfully to his place.

After it, Dingtone stammered his story.

Of course, compared to Jingle Ears, the story of Ding Dong Ears is a bit more miserable. Whether it's pretending to be dead and being caught by a forest cat, or running away and being held down by a ragdoll with its tail, it makes it seem a little miserable in its own story - fortunately, it teases the cats with its good hole-punching skills, so that it can more or less earn back a little impression points.

After the two mice in green vests finished their stories, the room fell into a deep silence.

The ancestor of the rat clan sat on its wide Taishi chair, motionless, as if he was asleep.

It took a long time for its head to move slightly.

"Very interesting experience...... Maybe you're right. The rat fairy's beard drooped slightly, and its voice was a little muddy, and it sighed and said, "What a pity. Because of my low talent, I never studied divination properly...... Otherwise it wouldn't be so passive now. ”

With that, it was silent for a while.

"The black cat that speaks human words...... And a pair of red eyes. The old ancestor of the rat clan still had his eyes closed, but his head involuntarily tilted slightly, as if he wanted to look up at the sky.

The orange flames burned happily and jumped among the lotus leaf lamps, and from time to time they crackled and exploded.

"Has anyone chosen this path?" it muttered, silent for a long time.

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