"I don't know all along, it's just a talking cat, why the clan attaches so much importance to it, and even alarms the ancestors. Jingle Ear chewed on the first few holly leaves, and said to his companion in a babbling voice.

Sticky sap trickled down the corners of its mouth, staining its beard green.

Because it had eaten so many leaves, it had already stripped the leaves of the holly tree near its side. The blue-brown branches were exposed to the air, bare, and looked particularly ugly. The bees in charge of the reception had long since given up adding honeydew to his leaves, and would only buzz over from time to time and glare at him viciously.

Of course, this level of disdain and disgust was not stressful for a certain green skin, and it even had the heart to take a few more glances at the thin branches of the holly wood, wondering whether to tear one off and grind its teeth. It's just that after the bees showed their tail spines, the mouse king in the green vest finally wisely gave up this plan.

“...... I mean, man, it's a wizarding world, right!" Jingle Ear turned his head to Dingtone Ear as he stroked his beard and wiped the green juice from it, and added with a big grin, "What's so strange about a talking cat in the wizarding world? We're mice, and we can talk!"

"Maybe that's why the elders are paying attention to it. Dingdong was grabbing his tail, straightening out the short hairs on it one by one, and replied slowly: "After all, if there is the first cat that can talk, there may be a second and a third." Who knows if there will be a group of talking cats in a year's time? We are natural enemies with them, and we must always be vigilant!"

"There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Because of the matter involving his own transaction with the black cat, Jingle Ears naturally could not turn a blind eye to the last words of his companion, and immediately retorted: "Maybe ordinary cats and mice are natural enemies, but we have gone beyond the scope of ordinary life, and they are two civilizations! Civilization, understand? That is, we no longer use the simple and rough law of the jungle to deal with the relationship between the two races, nor will we destroy the basic morality of society because of instinct." ”

"The confrontation between different civilizations has not been separated from the bloody law of the jungle. Ding Dong shook his ears disapprovingly: "As for your deal, it is not out of this point...... Fifty percent of the profits can make capital take risks, 100 percent of the profits can make capital trample on the law, and 300 percent, ha, even if a mouse is used as a bridesmaid for a cat, what is the risk?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...... Very good presentation. But unfortunately, I have to interrupt this profound analysis of capital. An abrupt voice interrupted the conversation between the two green vest rats, and a tall rat in a red vest walked up to the two rats waiting to be summoned.

The Red Vest is the second highest status in the rat society after the elders, most of them have broken through the shackles of ordinary rats' lifespan, and they have a very good attainment in a certain skill - maybe it is to make holes, maybe it is camouflage, maybe it is to search for information or field fights - in short, they are the elite of the rat people.

Correspondingly, most of the red vests will receive the honor of serving the ancestors. They would set aside a certain amount of time each month to serve as assistants to their ancestors according to the pre-arranged duty schedule of the elders. It's like the red vest standing in front of Dingdong's ears.

"It's the two of you next, old rules, speak louder, don't let the old ancestor repeat the question. The red vest mouse held the notepad, grabbed the quill, and sketched on it, while quickly telling the precautions.

At the end of the day, before leaving, the red vest mouse seemed to remember something, and turned its head to look at Jingle Bell again: "Oh, yes...... The hive at the waiter receives a report and blacklists you, and if you have the next chance to meet your ancestors, there will be no bees to bring you honeydew while you wait. ”

As he spoke, it glanced at the holly tree, which had a few bare branches, and added, "And thanks to you, the holly in the reception room will soon be removed." Next time you won't have a chance to eat the leaves. ”

The tinkering beard trembled, but finally closed his mouth in frustration and said nothing.

Passing through a low archway, we walked through a low corridor that was bare on both sides of the road, without a trace of ornamentation, except for a few burning torches. The rats stared with bated breath as they walked slowly along the central axis, fearing that the flaming spirits would burn their whiskers and tails if they went too fast and that the wind would blow out the torches.

Soon, the group of three rats came to a room that was unusually tall and spacious for a mouse—a room that seemed more appropriate to the rats to describe as a 'hall'.

It's just that this 'hall' does not have the ornate and mysterious decoration of the first hall of the First University, nor does it have the grandeur of the temples and churches of Atlas College. The furnishings in this 'hall' don't look much different from those of a normal wizard's study.

Marble baseboards, cork-clad parapets, delicate carved stone patterns on the edges of the roof, and a huge lotus leaf lamp hanging from the roof in the center, more than a dozen bright flames are jumping and burning among the lotus leaves, illuminating the whole room.

There was a huge bookcase on the left and right of the room, which was densely packed with wizards' books, and in the center of the room was a long test bench full of all kinds of experimental instruments, and at this moment dozens of rats in red vests were running back and forth on the table, quietly busy with something - whether it was the bookcase, the books, or the experimental equipment, all of which matched the size of the wizards, but did not match the mice.

In addition, there are some blue elves, fluttering their wings, as if streamers of light gliding through the air, carrying flower baskets, fruit bowls, or rags in their hands. At the end of the room, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, there was no light outside the window, 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 sat on the chair.

On the left and right of the Taishi's chair, rats in red vests lined up in a neat line, like well-trained privates or attendants, all of them did not squint, and seemed to have no notice of the three rats walking along the black carpet from the archway.