Hunting High School

"I never knew, it's just a talking cat, why did the clan pay so much attention to it, and even alarmed the ancestors." Ding Dang muttered to his companion while chewing on the first few holly leaves .

The thick sap trickled down the corner of its mouth, dyeing its beard green.

Because it ate too many leaves, it had pulled all the leaves on the side of the holly tree near it. The green-brown branches are exposed to the air, bare, and look particularly ugly. The bees in charge of the reception had long since given up adding honeydew to his leaves, and would just buzz over from time to time and stare at it viciously.

Of course, this level of contempt and disgust has no pressure on a certain green skin, and it even has the mind to look at the few holly twigs a few more times, thinking whether to pull one off to grind its teeth. It's just that after the bees showed their tail stings, the mouse gentleman in the green vest finally gave up this plan wisely.

"...I mean, buddy, this is a magical world, isn't it!" Ding Dong's ears stroked his beard and wiped the green juice on it, while turning his head to look at Ding Dong's ears, he added carelessly: "Magic world, What's so strange about a talking cat? We're mice, and we can talk!"

"Maybe that's why the Elders pay attention to it." Ding Dong was holding Own's tail in his ears, straightening out the short hairs one by one, and at the same time replied slowly: "After all, we have the first talking cat. , maybe there will be a second or third one. Who knows if there will be a group of talking cats in a year? We are natural enemies with them, and we must always be vigilant!"

"There is no eternal enemy, only eternal interests." Because it involves his own deal with the black cat, Ding Dong Er naturally couldn't ignore the last words of his companion, and immediately retorted: "Maybe ordinary cats and mice are natural enemies, but we It has surpassed the scope of ordinary life, and there are two civilizations! Civilization, understand? It means that we no longer use the simple and crude law of the jungle to deal with the relationship between the two races, nor will we destroy the basic morals of society because of instinct."

"The confrontation between different civilizations is not out of the bloody law of the jungle." Ding Dong shook his ears disapprovingly: "As for your transaction, it's not out of this... 50% of the profit is just It can make capital take risks; 100% of the profit can make capital trample on the law; 300%, ha, what risk is there in letting a mouse be a bridesmaid for a cat?"

"Wow, wow, wow... very wonderful speech. But unfortunately, I have to interrupt this in-depth analysis of capital." An abrupt voice interrupted the conversation between the two blue-vest mice, A tall mouse in a red vest walked up to the two mice waiting to be summoned.

The red vest is the 'high status' in the mouse society, second only to the Elders. Most of them have broken through the lifespan of ordinary mice, and they have very good attainments in a certain skill—maybe it is hole punching, maybe It's a disguise, maybe it's a search for news or a field fight-in short, they are the elite of the Rat Clan.

Correspondingly, most of the red vests will receive the honor of serving their ancestors. They will spare a certain amount of time every month to serve as assistants to the ancestors according to the duty schedule arranged in advance by the Elder regiment. Just like this red vest standing in front of Ding Dong's ears.

"It's your two's turn next, old rules, speak louder, don't let the ancestors ask questions repeatedly." The red vest mouse hugged the notepad, grabbed the quill pen, and drew pictures on it, while urging quickly Precautions.

At the end, before leaving, the mouse in the red vest seemed to remember something, and turned his head to look at Ding Dong's ears again: "Oh, yes... the hive at the waiter's office received a report and blacklisted you, if you go down This is the first time you have the opportunity to meet your ancestors, and there are no bees to bring you honeydew while you are waiting."

Then, it glanced at the holly with a few bare branches, and added: "And thanks to you, the holly in the reception room will be removed soon. You won't have a chance to eat the leaves next time." .”

The whiskers on Ding Dang's ears trembled, but in the end he closed his mouth in frustration, without saying a word.

Pass through a short arch and walk through a low corridor. The sides of the corridor are bare, without a trace of decoration, only a few burning torches are hung. The mice stared at each other with bated breath, and walked slowly along the central axis, worried that the torches would be blown out by the dark wind if they walked too fast, and worried that the burning elves would burn their beards and tails.

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

It's just that this 'hall' doesn't have the gorgeous and mysterious decoration of Hall 1 of the First University, nor does it have the magnificence of the temples and churches of the Atlas Academy. The furnishings in this 'hall' don't look much different from those of ordinary wizards' study rooms.

Marble skirting boards, cork-wrapped parapets, exquisite stone patterns carved on the edge of the roof, and a huge lotus leaf lamp hanging on the roof in the center, with more than a dozen bright flames jumping and burning among the lotus leaves, It illuminates the whole room brightly.

There is a huge bookcase on the left and right sides of the room, which are densely filled with books of wizards; in the center of the room is a long test bench, which is full of various experimental instruments. At the moment, dozens of them are wearing The mouse in the red vest was running back and forth on the tabletop, quietly busy with something—whether it was the bookcase, books, or those experimental instruments, they all fit the size of wizards, but they did not match the mouse.

In addition, there are some blue elves with fluttering wings, as if streams of light are sliding through the air, and they are holding flower baskets, fruit plates, or rags in their hands. At the end of the room, there is a huge floor-to-ceiling window. There is no light outside the window, it is pitch black, and nothing can be seen. It is not known whether there is a huge stone wall outside the window or a dark world.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was a large, tall black chair.

The big Elder of the Rat Clan sat on the chair.

On the left and right of the grand master's chair, the mice in red vests lined up neatly, like well-trained private soldiers or waiters, all of them staring at each other, as if they didn't notice the three rats walking in from the arch along the black carpet. mouse. (to be continued)

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