An ordinary fantasy adventure in the continent of Faerun

"Well, maybe you are right. It seems that my moving plan still needs to be investigated on the spot."

This strange discovery made it feel a little creepy. It couldn't figure out what was going on. Only the mouse knew how tenacious the mouse was, but now all its relatives had disappeared.

This discovery made it feel a little scared, but it was a mouse after all, and it had definitely encountered a lot of dangers in its daily life in the past, so it quickly stopped thinking about it, and the generous reward Nohir promised it would not be the same. Let it not retreat, but...

His tail quickly climbed up along the table legs to the table where a whole pig thigh was placed. He stood on the table and looked around, sniffed twice, and then directly nibbled on the pig leg. I held the small piece of meat with my two paws and ate it.

"……Tail?"

"What are you doing? I'm frightened. It's okay to eat something, Chewchew."

Nohir covered his head with a headache. The flesh of this fat mouse really didn't grow for no reason. It really tried its best to eat it when it got the chance.

"...You are free to do as you like, but the longer you stay here, the greater the possibility of encountering danger."

Nohir was helpless when encountering this situation. After all, he was not familiar with the tail, and he could not force the tail to go against his will. He could only use words to admonish it, hoping that it would complete the job as soon as possible.

"Oh, come on, you cheapskate, don't scare me with these words. What I eat is not your food. Besides, there is so much food here. How much can I eat as a little mouse? Who cares?"

After Tails said this, he chewed the meat in his hand twice more, swallowed it, threw away the remaining food in his hand, and once again turned his main attention to the task assigned to him by Nohir.

It had been very full before, but it had never eaten this pork leg before, so it couldn't help but be curious and wanted to try it. What really made it act so quickly was not Nohir's urging, it smelled More fragrant flavor.

Nohir didn't think much about it after seeing Tails start to move. At this time, he connected all his senses to Tails' body.

Although doing so would cause his body to completely lose all five senses, he had to remember the internal structure of the manor from all aspects so that he could easily sneak in at night.

Nohir wrapped himself tightly in a cloak of concealment, and used the effect of activating the cloak to hide himself in the corner with pure darkness. From this moment on, his vision, hearing, and smell were all shared with Tails, and even Under the function of animal communication, he can also use the mouth of his tail to communicate with other animals, but this function has no practical significance at present.

"Oh, it smells so good. I haven't smelled this fragrance for a long time. There must be something better than the food here hidden behind this door!"

Tails came to the door of the storage food storage room. It couldn't wait to get out, but the door was closed tightly, and it was absolutely impossible to squeeze out. It could only look for other people of the same kind again to get out before that. channel.

"Aha, found it."

Tails found a secret hole in the corner of the door. However, when it was about to reach the end of the hole, it found that the hole had been blocked with gravel.

But this is not a problem for it. The mouse has very flexible claws. It only takes a little time to clear the blockage caused by these small gravels, or at least clear a channel that it can pass through.

"Who would hate mice so much? Who would do such a cruel thing? Block the road that the mice have worked hard to build. This mouse curses him. No matter who does this behavior, this mouse hopes that he will be eaten by cheese when he eats his own cheese. Choking to death, oh, this rat hates any unnecessary activity except walking.”

Tails complained while muttering, and at the same time, it used its claws to clean up the broken pieces that it could handle. It tried its best to move carefully without making any noise, while Nohir also focused on Tails' hearing, cleaning the passage in Tails's direction. At that time he heard some words of human conversation.

"Mr. Gabore, how are the food prepared by the servants?"

"Don't worry, Butler Fendrick, it's almost ready. Is the Duke still satisfied with the breakfast I prepared for her today?"

"Well, I think the Duke should be satisfied. If he is not satisfied, then I am not here to confirm how the food you prepared for the servants is."

"The Duke will probably give you a sum of money directly and then send you away."

"Haha, no scolding can be regarded as satisfaction, and no praise for good work. It seems that I don't want the Duke to give me a salary increase. It's a pity, but fortunately I am just a cook, even if the food is not good I won’t be slapped downstairs by the Duke.”

"Please be careful with your words, Mr. Gaborei. The Duke's behavior is not something that we servants can discuss at will. Please cherish this job."

"Oh, Mr. Butler, please believe me, I couldn't be more satisfied with working in the Duke's house. Although the money I can earn is not as good as when I was a chef in the tavern, the whole kitchen is only I'm working alone, and I don't have anyone to help me, but at least this resume can help me earn face in front of my acquaintances, and I don't want to lose this reputation."

"... Then please don't say anything that embarrasses me, Mr. Gaboree. I will arrange for the servants to pick up the food in five minutes. After that, please prepare lunch for the Duke carefully. Today, the Duke wants to eat smoked ham with a wheel of Waterdeep cheese, a whole roast turkey and a bottle of Ebanks for the main course. ... I want the wine now."

"Understood, sir, I'll get it now."

Then there were heavy footsteps. The chef opened the door of the food storage room and walked towards the wine rack. Then there was a crisp sound of glass bottles hitting each other.

Seeing this, the butler turned around and left, and the chef tiptoed to search the wine rack.

"Let me see, Ebanks, damn, this wine rack is full of Ebanks. I really don't understand why the Duke drinks such cheap wine. Although this wine is indeed delicious, shouldn't the Duke drink something more stylish?"

Gaborei took a bottle of wine and walked towards the kitchen elevator. The Duke did not allow servants to go upstairs, no one was allowed, even the butler, so in the Duke's mansion, whether it was food or orders, they were delivered by the Duke through a series of exquisite elevators.

Just yesterday, a maid did not listen to the advice and went upstairs to clean the house. As a result, she was slapped down by the Duke. He was complaining about this just now, because he had a good impression of the maid. This incident made his long-standing dissatisfaction burst out in front of the butler, but he still didn't dare to say such words to the Duke.

"Damn, who did this!"

Gaborei turned around and walked a few steps, and suddenly saw a clear bite mark on the smoked ham bought yesterday on the chopping board. He immediately rushed over to take a closer look and found the small piece of leftover crumbs.

"Damn! These rats are really omnipresent. We just cleaned up a batch last week!"

Gaboree almost fainted when he saw the bite mark. He immediately checked the other food in the storage room. The sausages hanging on the wall had not been touched, and the smoked turkey was also untouched. And the stack of cheese wheels that the Duke had ordered for lunch, oh, thank God, they were not bitten either.

Gaboree immediately took a knife to cut off the bitten meat so that others could not see that it was gnawed by rats. Then he remembered that the bottle of wine had not been delivered yet, so he quickly placed it on the lifting rack and shook it up. After doing this, he started shouting.

"Drool! You have work to do, so drool! Go catch that damn rat!"

"Meow."