Chapter 39 Chapter 38 The Nemesis’s Strong Liquor
The unfortunate ratman who fainted was immediately treated with enthusiasm by his compatriots. Three eager ratmen rushed over, quickly unlocked the tailless ratman from the tail extension bed, carried him down, and efficiently pressed his head into a bucket of chili water, a rare feat of efficiency in ratman society.
A stream of bubbles rose from the chili water, and the tailless ratman struggled a bit, suddenly waking up, raising his head, and enduring a few lashes, fully coming to his senses.
The crowd of ratmen released him, and he instinctively waved his tail but only felt phantom pain. Turning back, he saw only a short tail the size of a hand swaying.
At that moment, the empty underground space echoed with the toll of a bell. The overseers holding whips instinctively looked at the clock on the overseers’ platform, and many ratmen took the opportunity to yawn broadly.
A large brown rat with yellowed teeth jumped onto the platform, holding up a limp tail, shouting, “Who dares to sleep? This is what happens! Yes, yes.”
There was a tuft of white on the tail, very familiar—it was his own tail.
The tailless ratman was filled with sorrow. All he did was yawn and lower his eyelids, and he was placed on the tail extension bed by the ratman apparatus. He scanned the crowd of red-eyed ratmen with a gaze full of resentment, searching for the daredevils who dared to fall asleep.
Many bloodshot eyes were also looking at him with resentment.
No one dared to sleep.
Not even Chuanluo.
He was half reclining in his chair, sipping a refreshing drink, inhaling the smoke mixed with burning black lotus flowers, his mind excited, and many neurotic ideas bouncing around in his head.
Suddenly, he had a thought: why not pull the evil moon from the night sky down to the ground? According to secret information, a certain dimensional scientist discovered that the evil moon was a whole piece of dimensional stone. If that were the case, he would have plenty of dimensional stones.
As for whether it would sink the continent?
Chuanluo displayed the ratmen’s excellent tradition, not caring at all. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, yelling in excitement, “Yes, yes, just like that.”
After he had been rambling for a while.
Before him, the copper horn on the rusty square machine vibrated:
“Report! Report! The great Chuanluo!”
Chuanluo stopped his animated gestures and put his underwear back on. These were the assassins conducting reconnaissance on the ground; they were the ratmen’s eyes, using machines made through dimensional stone technology to communicate.
Chuanluo took the microphone and shouted, “I’m listening, I’m listening.”
“The advantage is significant, human things are about to have internal strife! Yes, yes. They’re arguing.” The copper horn with green edges continued to vibrate, “Incubus is inciting the northern fellows’ anger, making them attack the city prematurely.”
“Bang.”
The copper horn emitted a heavy sound, seemingly corroborating the other party’s words. The ceiling above Chuanluo also shook.
Then, an overly excited voice came from the copper horn: “It’s the war mammoth! They’ve attacked the city! The northern fellows are attacking the city!”
Chuanluo pondered for a moment and quickly guessed the calculations of his nemesis, the incubi Queen Jia Ma.
Historically, besieging a city has always been a challenging task; she must be trying to make the northern fellows attack the city before they are steady and prepared to increase their odds of winning.
It’s too easy, too easy. My wisdom is far above yours.
Chuanluo jumped on the desk, excitedly squeaking, his tail coiling the microphone, saying, “Alright, alright, you keep watching, keep watching. I will reward you greatly.”
At that moment, a clear belch was heard from the copper horn.
Chuanluo heard it very clearly; it must have been a belch from drinking. In Kislif, he was so used to such sounds that he had calluses in his ears. In the harsh winds of the country, residents needed alcohol to combat the cold.
Chuanluo suddenly felt a bit cold; he needed some liquor to warm himself. In this remote underground city, alcohol had long since run out. However, those low-status ratmen seemed to have all the drinks they wanted on the surface.
He shouted angrily, “Where did your alcohol come from! Where!”
A sound of shock and falling came from the copper horn.
A familiar voice replied, “N-no!”
“Call other rats to answer.” Chuanluo yelled sharply, “My magic has seen through your underwear! I already know everything.”
On the other end, a ratman came to take the call, his tongue sluggish and words unclear: “Report, the great Chuanluo, we just found a few bottles of private liquor from the cellar in the human thing… thing.”
“Liars! Deceivers!” Chuanluo slammed his tail forcefully on the table in anger.
In ratman society, being able to lie without being detected is one of the virtues. He was furious that they dared to underestimate his clever and knowledgeable mind.
Did they think he didn’t know?
Yesterday, this group of ratman assassins had reported the internal strife between humans and the incubi.
The incubi made use of precious manpower to prepare a house full of strong liquor mixed with dimensional stone powder, even seizing space in the armory.
Thanks to the complaining mouth of Blackbeard’s winged knight. Otherwise, how could the ratmen assassins, unable to penetrate the barrier set by the incubi, ever learn about this?
Simply using his world-renowned clever and cunning brain, he immediately knew it must have been that damned group who went to steal the liquor for themselves. The inferior magical defenses of the human things couldn’t stop this group of masters hiding in the shadows.
“You must have drunk the incubi’s green liquor! Strong liquor mixed with delicious dimensional stone powder!” Chuanluo shouted, “You can’t touch a single bottle. These are extremely dangerous items, definitely part of the incubi’s sinister scheme. I told you yesterday, not a single bottle can be touched! Touch!”
Then he threatened: “You defy my orders, you are betraying! Next, you will have to enjoy the tail extension bed.”
The copper horn transmitted a series of pleading and, inevitably, swearing sounds. They pounded their chests, assuring in the most sincere tone that they were very loyal, only having made a small mistake by accidentally taking a few bottles of strong liquor from the human thing’s armory.
It was all that accursed cat’s fault, strutting before them, and then diving into the armory.
Now, that poor, skinny wildcat had been turned into a delicacy for drinking.
Chuanluo licked his lips:
“You must prove your loyalty for the great unicorn plan, for the Thirteen Council, for our success or failure this time. You need to find an opportunity to secretly move all the incubi’s liquor from that warehouse down here. I will send someone to assist you; it must be done quietly.
“I need to check the ingredients thoroughly. This must be an incubi’s conspiracy; it is crucial!”
Chuanluo fundamentally did not believe his own words. That was definitely the incubi seeking personal gain.
The copper horn replied, “Yes, yes.”
After hanging up.
Chuanluo summoned his newly developed confidants, painting a grand picture for them, instructing them to quietly transport the incubi’s strong liquor to the underground city without anyone noticing.
For the Kislifans who were currently in battle, it should be difficult to detect all of this.
The plan proceeded remarkably smoothly. Kislif had been fighting all day and completely failed to notice that the liquor in the armory had all been swapped out.
Upon seeing the bottles of incubi strong liquor, Chuanluo felt genuinely happy. This was yet another trophy proving his intelligence surpassed the incubi’s.
He dismissed those beside him, unable to resist removing his robe, bouncing around, his tail waving, lurking in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to issue orders to attack the city.
