Vol 4 Chapter 147: Old ancestor's big office

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"I never knew, it was just a talking cat. Why did the clan attach so much importance to it, and it even alarmed the ancestors." Ding Dong's ears chewed on the first holly leaf and talked to his companion. Said.
The sticky sap slowly dripped down the corners of its mouth, dyeing its beard green.
Because it eats too many leaves, it has already wiped out the leaves on the side of the holly tree near it. The green-brown branches were bare in the air, and looked extremely ugly. The bees in charge of the reception had long given up on adding honeydew to his leaves, only buzzing and flying over from time to time, glaring at it viciously.
Of course, this level of contempt and disgust is no pressure for a certain Qingpi. It even looks at the twigs of the holly wood a few more times, wondering whether to tear one of them and grind their teeth. Only after the bees showed their tail thorns, the mouse gentleman in the green vest finally gave up this plan wisely.
"...I mean, man, this is a magical world, right!" Ding Dong's ears stroked his beard and wiped the green juice on it, and turned his head to look at Ding Dong's ears, adding carelessly: "Magic world, What's so strange about having a talking cat? We are mice, and we can talk!"
"Perhaps this is why the elders pay attention to it." Dingdong's ears were holding his tail, straightening out the short hairs one by one, and at the same time slowly replied: "After all, there is the first person who can only talk. Cats, there may be second and third cats. 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 are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests." Because it involves dealing with black cats, Ding Dong's ears naturally cannot ignore the last words of his companions, and immediately retorted: "Maybe ordinary cats and mice are natural enemies, but we Beyond the scope of ordinary life, they are two civilizations! Civilization, understand? That is, we no longer use simple and rude jungle rules to deal with two race relations, and we will not undermine the basic morality of society because of instinct."
"The confrontation between different civilizations did not break away from the rules of the jungle." Ding Dong's ears shook his ears disapprovingly: "As for your transaction, it didn't break away from this...50% profit, just Can make capital take the risk; 100% of the profit can make capital trample on the law; 300%, ha, what risk does it have to let the mouse be the bridesmaid of the cat?"
"Wow, wow, wow...very wonderful speech. But unfortunately, I had to interrupt this deep analysis of capital." A sudden 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'senior 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—perhaps drilling holes, 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 race.
Correspondingly, most red vests will receive the honor of attending the ancestor. They will set aside a certain amount of time every month to act as assistants by the ancestors in accordance with the schedule arranged by the elders. Just like this red vest standing in front of Ding Dong's ears.
"The next one will be your two's turn. The old rules, speak louder, don't let your ancestors repeat questions." The red vest mouse held the noteboard, grabbed the quill, and scribbled on it quickly while instructing. Precautions.
At the end, before leaving, the red vest mouse seemed to think of something, and then turned his head and glanced at Jingdang's ears: "Oh, yes... the beehive in the waiter's office received a report and will blacklist you. If you download When I had the opportunity to meet the ancestors, there were no bees to send you honeydew while waiting."
As he said, he glanced at the holly tree with a few bare branches and added: "And thanks to you, the holly tree in the reception room will be removed soon. Next time you won't have a chance to eat the leaves. ."
The beard of Dingdang's ears trembled, but in the end he closed his mouth in frustration and said nothing.
Passing through a small arch, walked through a low corridor. The sides of the corridor were bare, without a trace of decoration, only a few burning torches were hung. The mice stared at each other with their breath held, and walked slowly along the central axis, worrying that if they walked faster, they would bring the wind to blow out the torches, and they were also worried that the burning elves would singe their beards and tails.
Soon, a group of three rats came to a room that was unusually tall and spacious for rats. For rats, the term "hall" seemed more appropriate for this room.
It's just that this ‘hall’ does not have the magnificent and mysterious decoration of the No. 1 Hall of the First University, nor the grandeur of the temples and churches of Atlas College. The furnishings in this ‘hall’ do not seem to be much different from the furnishings of an ordinary wizard’s study.
Marble skirting boards, cork-wrapped parapets, exquisite stone patterns carved on the edge of the roof, and a huge lotus leaf lamp hanging from the central roof. A dozen bright flames are jumping and burning among the lotus leaves. The whole room is illuminated~EbookFREE.me~ There is a huge bookcase on the left and right sides of the room, which is densely packed with books of wizards; there is a long test bench in the center of the room, on the bench Full of various experimental instruments, dozens of mice in red vests are running back and forth on the table at the moment, quietly busy with something-whether it is a bookcase, books or those experimental instruments, they all fit the shape of wizards. Size, and does not match the mouse.
In addition, there are some blue elves, fluttering their wings, as if a stream of light is gliding in the air, they are carrying flower baskets, fruit plates, or rags in their hands. At the end of the room, there is a huge French window. There is not a trace of light outside the window, it is dark, and nothing can be seen. I don't know whether it is a huge stone wall or that it is a dark world.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is a large, tall black armchair.
The elder of the rat race sat on the chair.
Around the grand division chair, mice in red vests lined up neatly, like well-trained soldiers or waiters, all looking straight, and seemingly unaware of the three walking through the arch along the black carpet. mouse.
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