Jerry took the letterhead of the Grey Rat Priest and left the group to make his way through the mountains and forests that had not yet been plagued by rats.

But as we continued, forests, shrubs, and meadows vanished, the skies turned gray, the land barren, crows and vultures hovered over dead trees, and nezumen roamed the plagued lands.

Jerry, disguised as the champion rat, discourages the wandering rat-man from approaching, but as he approaches the hive burrow, the disguised assassin crawls out of his hiding place.

Stun ...... Shouldn't...... Here......" The nezumi assassins, clad in tattered cloaks and low balls of flesh, dagger wields in hand, said intermittently.

Jerry raised his head haughtily, "I'm Captain Champion Rat, where is your executive?" ”

"You're looking for ...... My lord...... What ......"

"I was ordered by the Grey-haired Rat Priest to ask the Hive to send someone to pick up the Grey-haired Rat-sama."

An Assassin nezumi rolled into the cave, and a moment later, two champion rats came out of the cave guarding a grey-haired rat priest with a bone staff.

Jerry couldn't stay arrogant any longer, and lowered his head: "Lord Grayhairy Mouse." ”

The grey-haired Rat Priest of the McCain clan has the distinct characteristics of the clan, with a goat-like beard, and has no trace of beauty, which cannot be compared to Lord Philos.

Its dark red pupils stared at Jerry, "You're a front-line rat?" ”

Jerry puffed out his chest: "I escort the Grey-haired Rat Priest back, here's his letter." ”

The lower, but equally strong, champion rat took the letterhead and handed it to the grey-haired rat priest.

The Grey-Haired Rat Priest opened the parchment, and after a few seconds, it looked up: "Grab it." ”

The two champion rats rushed towards Jerry, and Jerry, who was caught off guard, was knocked and rolled three or five meters away, and just about to get up, one of the champion rats suddenly pounced on its back.

Jerry grabbed the head of the nezumi on his back and threw it out over his shoulder, before the second champion rat pounced.

The three champion rats engage in the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, with dirt splattered and rocks torn apart, but if a slave rat strays into a warband, it turns into a mass of flesh.

Jerry is the nezumi who has been in the clutches of Blackwatch for several days and still survives in the end, and the two champion rats can't even suppress it, but Jerry finds an opportunity to crush one of the champion rats under him.

One weakness of the McKenn rat is its poor bite force. Jerry grabbed its teeth and was about to break its jaw when a glow-green lightning bolt sprang out like a python and wrapped around Jerry's body.

Evil energy is the nemesis of all life, and it is the whip of the great horned rat that spurs the nezumi. Jerry froze for a moment, and was knocked out by the champion rat that had risen up, knocking a rock apart.

Jerry raised his head like a rat and roared, "What do you McCain clan want to do!" ”

The Grey-Haired Rat Priest stepped forward, and the two fierce-looking Champion Rat returned to him.

"The letter says you're colluding with human things."

Jerry, who was still struggling, lost all his strength in an instant.

"This can't be ......," Jerry muttered, remembering the moment when Philos handed him the parchment.

"You ...... It's lying! There's no way Mistress Philos could harm me! ”

Smack-

A whip of evil power was drawn, but the pain in Jerry's heart was worse than the pain in his body and soul.

"You deserve the name of the Grey Mouse?"

There is no need for the Grey-Haired Rat Priest to explain to a Brown-Haired Rat, and after a little punishment, let the Champion Rat take the dejected Jerry to the dungeon.

The two champion rats strip Jerry of his armor and armor and beat him on the way, venting their hatred of being humiliated in front of the priest, and throwing Jerry into a dungeon full of mycelium and rancid smell.

The rat-free cell was covered with fresh and crumbled bones. Nezumi are the majority, but there are also some alien races.

Smashing into the mouse's scurrying bone pile, Jerry broke away from the heroic epic of rescuing the Grey-haired Rat Priest, gaining status, reaping love, and returning to the nest capital with honor......

Jerry spent several days in the dungeon of the hive, during which time he was interrogated several times. Don't expect mercy from the piscals, but Jerry is adamant that he's not colluding with humans. It's not that it believes that Annan's stuff won't tell the truth, but that it won't necessarily die if it's hard-mouthed, but it will admit that it will.

And at the cost of more and more scars on its body.

On this day, Jerry was thrown back into his cell as usual, covered in bruises.

In the silence, a voice sounded beyond the squeak of a mouse: "What did you do?" A champion rat was tortured like this. ”

Jerry rolled over to make himself more comfortable in the pile of bones, ignoring it.

Attracted by the smell of flesh, the red-eyed rat wandered anxiously outside the cell, but did not dare to approach Jerry.

Jerry ignored it, and it continued, "Did you offend the big guys, or did you kill a team of champion rats?" ”

"Who are you?" Jerry finally responded.

"A bard."

"Human stuff?"

"Well, I say it again...... I'm a bard, can I satisfy the curiosity of a bard now? ”

"I ...... I rescued a Grey-haired Rat Priest and escorted it to its nest, but it betrayed me and accused me of colluding with human things......"

Jerry calmly recounted the experience, as if it had lost its joy and sorrow, and the only thing it feared at the moment was that it would affect his sister......

"I think it's trying to shut you up forever, kid." The voice of the bard came from next door, "So no one knows its past." ”

"Philos is not such a rat......"

"How do you know just because it tells you the name?" The Bard's peaceful laughter without irony rang out, "And how do you know the name is real?" ”

Jerry couldn't find a rebuttal, but he still didn't want to believe that Philos was a bad she-rat.

"Why did it lie to me......?"

"Because of the deep-rooted class of the rat people, the brown rat can kill the black rat at will, the gray rat can fiddle with the brown rat at will, and the white rat is above all the rat people...... No gray rat would approve of a gray rat and a brown rat together. ”

Jerry was about to say something when the sound of trivial footsteps came faintly.

They shut their mouths and let a team of nezumi guards arrive and take Jerry out.

Jerry thinks it's a new interrogation, but it's taken all the way out of the dungeon, loaded into a rat cart, and taken to a strange room.

Then it saw Philos, dressed in a new gray robe, standing in front of it.

"Sorry......"

Philos looked tenderly at Jerry, who was in a daze.

"Visen......"

"Because the nests are destroyed, and only if we flee back, the gray rats will be suspicious...... I'm going to have to get them to focus on you and find a way to save you. ”

Jerry struggled not to sink into Philos's tenderness, "You should have told me. ”

"I don't dare, the gray rat knows all the deception...... I can only bet you believe me. It's good that you did it......" Philos caressed Jerry's wound.

All Jerry's grief and anger melted, and the urge to take Philos into his arms poured out—

Philos retracted her hand at this point: "We have to keep our distance." But don't worry, I'll get out of trouble and get you out. ”

Jerry suddenly grabbed Philos' hand, lowered his head, and kissed the back of his hand.

(End of chapter)