Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“If we want to succeed in the rat people’s struggle, we must at least reach a relatively fair agreement with the clan warriors and fight for more rights, as well as interests, for all the rat people. We can’t just make a mess like in our previous life and ultimately kill everyone, including all the rat people.”
Meng Chao thought to himself, “I have to think of a way to lead the rat rebellion in a direction that is more beneficial to the rat people, and of course, more beneficial to Dragon City.”
Putting aside the natural justice of throwing out the strong and helping the weak aside.
He should foster a new faction in the Turan Civilization to contend with the old nobles and ambitious people. Then, pull and play that one faction as his hand in this game.
It would also be more convenient for Dragon City, the “offshore balancing hand,” to infiltrate its influence into the Turan civilization.
Moreover, the rat people accounted for more than 90% of the Turan civilization’s population. They were the main component of the Turan civilization’s consumption market.
If the Dragon City civilization wanted to dump industrial manufactured products in Picturesque Orchid to maintain its own economic operation, it had to awaken the sense of rights and interests of all the rat population. They needed to turn them from slaves, servants, and cannon fodder into consumers with sufficient purchasing power.
Just by relying on the high and mighty clan elders, they could spend on some luxury goods at most. That was not enough to solve the employment problems of tens of millions of Dragon City citizens. It was also not possible to integrate the Turan civilization into the Dragon City civilization’s large industrial and information-based economic system to completely solve Dragon City’s economic crisis.
The tens of millions of rat people who were willing to work hard and cry for food were the best customers in Meng Chao’s mind.
Therefore, he was determined to help these rat people who dared to anger, resist, rise up, and wave their sabers at the most powerful people!
Despite that, he could not help indiscriminately, otherwise, he would become too occupied with it.
First, Meng Chao had to go deep into the rat people’s secret organizations and find out what was going on with the so-called Rat God and the rat rebellion.
However, he did not want to expose his identity too early.
He did not want to attract the attention of old nobles like Casanova and the Blood Hoof Clan, as well as ambitious people like “Jackal” Kanus.
Meng Chao could only investigate in secret.
He sought Leaf, Spider, and the thirty civil rat servants who had originally been selected and prepared.
He also found a large number of veteran civil rat servants who had served in the Blood Skull Arena for more than seven or eight years.
He pretended to be very interested in the Rat God and rambled on. His main purpose was to ask these people where and from whom they first heard news about the Rat God’s arrival.
He put aside the Rat God’s legend that had been circulating for a long time, never mentioning it.
There was a rumor that the Rat God had already arrived and formed an army in the depths of Picturesque Orchid Lake and was about to save all the rat people. This rumor in particular had spread like a virus in the Blood Skull Arena four to five days ago.
Most of the rat people could not remember who the first one to mysteriously mention the news was.
However, the rat people vaguely remembered that they had mentioned the name “Three Hands” many times.
Meng Chao learned that Three Hands was a rat handyman who had served in the Blood Skull Arena for more than twenty years.
In terms of the rat people’s lifespan and the danger factor of working in the arena, Three Hands was indeed one of the most senior rat handymen in the Blood Skull Arena.
He was well-informed, and he had a lot of unknown channels.
In fact, Three Hands was the Blood Hoof Clan’s domestic rat.
For a period of time, he was the supervisor of all the rat workers.
However, his master lost his power and life in a conflict within the Blood Hoof Clan.
He was not liked by his new master, so this master found an excuse to hang him up and beat him for three days and three nights.
Although he was not beaten to death, the tendons on his hands were torn apart, so much so that his arms shriveled up like the claws of a rat.
This guy had originally been called Five Hands.
His feet were as agile as his hands, and his tail was more agile than his other limbs. He was very dexterous when he worked, and he had a talent for calculations that ordinary rats could never learn. He was great at settling accounts.
After his hands were crippled, he naturally went from Five Hands to Three Hands.
Since he was good at calculations, although he could no longer become the supervisor of the rat handymen, he could still do some purchasing work.
Of course, he was not going to the upscale market to purchase totem beast flesh and golden fruits that were rich in spirit energy. Instead, he would go to the low-end markets to purchase a large amount of coarse food that could fill the stomachs of the rat soldiers and handymen.
There were many servants and handymen in the Blood Skull Arena.
The amount of food consumed every day was astronomical.
Therefore, Three Hands had to go out every day. There were a lot of opportunities to contact people outside the Blood Skull Arena.
The reason why Meng Chao had his eyes on him was not solely because of his occupation.
In such a job where he was constantly in contact with all kinds of people, he could naturally hear various rumors and slanders. If his mouth was a little bigger, it would be no surprise that he had accidentally spread news about the Big-horned Rat God.
Meng Chao had his eyes on him mainly because Three Hands had been strung up by his new master for three days and three nights for one. His extremely agile hands had been crippled. It was very likely that he harbored a grudge against his new master and had enough motivation to resist him.
Second, after becoming an ordinary handyman from a handyman supervisor, Three Hands had behaved obediently and cautiously. He was not a person who liked to make wild guesses and gossip. Recently, however, he had been acting out of the norm, naturally, it was very suspicious to find people to talk about the arrival of the Rat God.
Thirdly, and most importantly, the handymen who often came into contact with the three-handed handyman said that the three-handed handyman’s arms, which had withered for a whole decade, had recently recovered little by little. Like branches that had been burned by flames, after being moistened by the rain and dew, fresh green shoots were growing again.
Although they were still much thinner than normal people’s arms, they could wash clothes and even wring towels by themselves because they were the marks left by their master’s punishment.
Naturally, the Three Hands could not be treated in the Blood Skull Arena’s infirmary.
When others curiously asked him what was going on, he did not hide anything. He even excitedly said that he had received the Rat God’s blessing!
Based on these clues, Meng Chao judged that the Three Hands must have known something. They had even received some kind of mission from the secret organization of the rat people, the emissary of the Rat God, who was hiding in Black-corner City.
Therefore, the next day at the time of the fish, before dawn, when the sky was as gray as the belly of a dead fish, Meng Chao changed the color of his hair and eyes again. After putting on the hooded cloak, he followed behind Three Hands and slipped out of Blood Skull Arena.
The Game of the Brave lasted for half a month.
From day to night, there were bloodthirsty warriors fighting in the streets, taverns, and casinos.
Standing in the center market of Black-corner City, which used to be the most prosperous but was now in ruins, one could hear the sound of walls collapsing and huge objects falling to the ground at any time, of course, there was also the sound of swords and claws colliding with each other and sparks flying everywhere.
Although it was known as the “all-weather, endless, and gorgeous duel,” the large Black-corner City still had to maintain the most basic operations.
Not to mention what the samurai lords ate and drank…
Not to mention the fact that they tore down the houses into ruins and left the streets in a mess, and whether they needed the rats, laborers, and slaves to clean up the mess…
Just take the hundreds of thousands of samurai lords’ food, drinks, and excretions. without the “garbage bugs” to dredge and transport them in time, it would not take more than two or three days, the samurai lords would only be able to “seize the glory of the samurai” in the dirty, stinky, and yellow pools!
Therefore, the most zealous totem warriors would take a short break after the fierce battles every day and let the rats, slave laborers, and garbage bugs clean up the mess.
That was from moment of the fish to the moment of the chicken.
That was from three or four o’clock in the morning to eight or nine o’clock in the morning.
In these six hours, under the stimulation of the excessive secretion of dopamine and endorphins, the clan warriors had already gone through the whole day and the whole night. They were all sleeping soundly or soaking in secret medicines to heal their wounds.
The rat folk handymen, slave workers, and trash worms took the opportunity to come out and clean up the ruins and unclog the pipes in a race against time. They prepared everything that the warrior lords needed in the next round of battle.
As a result, before dawn, the streets on both sides were filled with rat people.
Many of the ruins that the samurai lords had torn into a white field had simply become temporary markets to trade for supplies necessary for the survival of the rat folk and the Battle of the samurai.
The rebels of the clan era didn’t have the slightest awareness of vigilance and confidentiality.
At least, in the eyes of Meng Chao, a Ghost Assassin who had received strict training in stealth, infiltration, and assassination, and who had also learned how to deal with intruders in the Abnormal Beast Research Department, it was as if there was a shining arrow floating above Three Hands’ head. Even if his eyes were closed, he didn’t have to worry about losing him.
However, there was nothing unusual about him in the first two markets.
That was because he had two much younger companions by his side. Even the questioning and bargaining were carried out by his companions. He hadn’t interacted with anyone, nor had he left anything behind.
Until the third market.
This was an extremely large-scale meat market.
What was sold was not the flesh of totem beasts, but the flesh, bones, and water of ordinary beasts.
Speaking of which, other than planting the mandrake tree, the Turan civilization also had animal husbandry and breeding that far surpassed the clan era.
On one hand, the “ancestral spirit” was left to them, which had been domesticated and even genetically modified, so it was very easy to raise poultry and livestock.
On the other hand, the food for poultry and domestic animals was also very easy to obtain. As long as the mandrake tree bark and the mandrake fruit shell were crushed, together with bone powder and water, the majority of poultry and domestic animals could be raised.
Of course, there was not the slightest bit of meat in the slaves’ food tanks.
However, in order to ensure the combat strength of the servants, other than the mandrake fruit puree that was mixed with honey and condensed milk, it was necessary to replenish meat every now and then.
The consumption of the Blood Skull Arena was huge, so there were naturally vendors who were familiar with each other to specially supply the goods.
The vendor with a tuft of hair on his forehead across from them seemed to be an old friend of Three Hands. The two of them had their arms around each other’s shoulders and were chatting happily, so there was nothing suspicious about them.
This included the fact that they connected their wide sleeves together according to the way the market was used. It was also common practice for them to extend their hands into their sleeves to haggle over the price.
However, Meng Chao, who had been staring at the Three Hands from afar, realized that when their hands reached into their sleeves at the same time and no one could see what they were doing, the micro expressions of the Three Hands and the stall owner opposite them… had become different from a moment ago.
It was three parts nervousness, three parts vigilance, and three parts excitement..