In Dingdang Er’s impression, our ancestor was a very special big mouse.
The reason why I say special is because the difference between the size of the ancestor and the ordinary mouse is insignificant - maybe it is because the ancestor has exerted special magic on himself, or maybe it is just because the brain capacity of the mouse is limited. In short, every mouse has a special size.
Soon after a visit, Dingdang Ears would forget the exact appearance of his ancestor.
Only its tall figure is deeply engraved in the soul of this young mouse. Every time he recalls it, he always feels the trembling and looking up feeling from his heart.
And today, seeing its ancestor again, it once again realized where its sense of admiration came from.
"so big!"
"too big!"
When they saw their ancestor for the first time, Dingdang Ears and Dingdong Ears, two mice wearing green vests, unanimously exclaimed and said the same words with the same meaning.
Because the ancestor who appeared in their sight, sitting on the large black Taishi chair at the end of the hall in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, was nearly one hundred and sixty centimeters tall.
It is no exaggeration to say that if the ancestor was wearing a black robe and covering his face, walking on campus, no one would think it was a mouse, only a stooped old wizard - for the First University
To most wizards, this height seems inconspicuous. But to other members of the Rat Clan, this height difference is very, very significant.
"Watch your words!"
The mouse in the red vest who was leading the way turned around, glared fiercely at the two green vests behind him, lowered his voice and complained through gritted teeth: "Why do every mouse come in and say such nonsense!"
After Ding Dong Er heard the scolding, he shivered with fright, his ears snapped to his forehead, and his tail became stiff, which made him stumble when he walked next, making him even more rude.
On the contrary, Dingdang Ears boldly raised his head and glanced at his ancestor.
Because they were still far away from the chair, Dingdang Ears was very lucky to see the whole picture of his ancestor.
What caught its eye was a huge, chubby-looking rat face. Thick eyelids and eye bags were stacked together, forming several layers of folds and gaps, making it difficult to tell where its eyes were.
The fat on the cheeks droops along the direction of the nasolabial folds, and squeezes the fat on the neck, making it look like a chin with three or five layers.
The ancestor wore a black robe, and his bulging belly stretched the robe into an interesting arc. Outside the robe, he also wore a white vest, but it was different from the vests of other mice. The vest worn by the ancestor
There are no buttons and it is open - this is not difficult to understand. After all, with such a spectacular belly, it is difficult to button a normal vest.
At this moment, it was chubby, with its hands resting on the armrests of the Grand Master's chair, sitting peacefully. A dozen Smurfs were waiting around, holding pens, ink, paper, inkstones, documents, seals and other study tools.
There are also two mice wearing red vests standing on the shoulders of the ancestor, reporting their work to him in a low voice. [!~ &...The novel is better and updated faster]
The three mice lined up neatly and came to the ancestor's feet one after another and kissed the tip of his tail.
"Well, here you go?"
Sitting on the Grand Master's chair, the Rat Immortal - this is the official name of the ancestor of the rat tribe in the official documents of the First University - lowered his head and glanced at the two rats in green vests near his feet, and his tone seemed very kind: "
I heard that you met a talking black cat outside?"
"Yes, ancestor!"
Dingdang Ears immediately raised his paw bravely, loudly, speaking quickly and clearly, repeating the story of his negotiation with the black cat - including how he negotiated with the cat in the tree, and how brave he was.
Walk down the tree and walk into the group of cats to talk to the scary black cat with red eyes.
It also used language skills to earn a few bright stones from a short wizard - in order to enhance its persuasion, it also held those small diamonds in black velvet cloth and presented them to its ancestors -
and its plan to further increase business exchanges with Black Cat.
At the end, he also used gorgeous words to describe the process of his battle of wits and courage with the black cat that was trying to track him, especially highlighting his image of being fearless in the face of danger and reprimanding the black cat with righteousness. Then this little story ends with the black cat being
The 'Cloud Piercing Arrow' it ignited scared everyone and ended up running away.
"However, all my encounters are valuable! Just like my ancestor said before, 'In this world, the most valuable treasure is information'...and I brought such information today."
When making his final concluding remarks, Dingdang Ears held up a small sparkling diamond and looked around with stern eyes: "That black cat and the wizard with it want to buy corpse-eating beetles from us."
"Carrion-eating beetles! Those little bugs that are rampant in the underground world, we can just take out a thousand! Ten thousand! Or even a hundred thousand! These bugs in our world are no more delicious than a group of spiders."
"But we can use these wastes to exchange for some uncivilized rats and a large number of shiny treasures from black cats or wizards!"
"Is there any better deal than this?!"
The mice in red vests who were originally standing around the Grand Master's chair followed the small stone that shone with beautiful colors, nodding their heads and wagging their tails in unison.
Dingdang Erdu shook his beard with satisfaction, bowed slightly, and then retreated to his seat respectfully.
After that, Dingdong Er also stuttered and described his story.
Of course, compared to Dingdong Ears, Dingdong Ears’ story is a bit miserable. Whether he pretended to be dead and was caught by a forest cat, or escaped and was pinned down by a ragdoll cat, his story seems a bit miserable——
Fortunately, it teased the cats with its good hole-digging skills and earned it more or less some impression points.
After the two mice in green vests finished telling their stories, the room fell into a deep silence.
The ancestor of the Rat Clan sat motionless on his large grand master's chair, as if asleep.
After a long time, its head moved slightly.
"It's a very interesting experience... Maybe you made the right choice." The Rat Immortal's beard drooped slightly, and his voice seemed a little muddy. He sighed and said, "It's a pity. Because my talent is not high, I have never done well in the past.
Learn the art of divination...otherwise you wouldn't be so passive now."
After that, it remained silent for a while.
"The black cat that speaks human language... also has a pair of red eyes." The ancestor of the rat tribe still had his eyes closed, but his head tilted up involuntarily, as if he wanted to look up at the sky.
The orange flames burned happily among the lotus leaf lamps, jumping and crackling from time to time.
"Did someone else choose this path?" It murmured and remained silent for a long time.
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