Evil God? My servants are players!

Chapter 143 Rat People

"Hurry up, everyone! It would be best if we could open for business this afternoon!"

The lead mouse in the mouse caravan is directing the other mice to work.

Meanwhile, the smaller hamsters are frantically unloading cargo from the giant hamster.

A group of mice scurried around, looking quite busy.

"Hyacinth, did you see that?" Ice Flower nudged the hyacinth beside her.

"Hmm." Hyacinth nodded, her expression somewhat blank.

"They're our kind," Ice Flower said, bewildered.

The leader of the mouse caravan also showed a surprised expression when he saw the hyacinths and ice flowers.

After explaining some things to the rat beside him, the caravan leader ran over to the two of them.

"I didn't expect to see someone of our kind here. Where is your caravan?"

The lead mouse was dressed very elaborately, wearing a purple dress with a composite plate armor over it.

The style of the lining and plate armor did not clash with each other; on the contrary, they were quite harmonious. It seemed that her attire was more for highlighting her status than for actual combat.

Seeing that Hyacinth and Ice Flower were still standing there in a daze, the leader mouse slapped his forehead and explained, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Camellia, the guardian flower of the Golden Iris Orchid Clan."

Hyacinth then realized what was happening and quickly responded.

"I am a hyacinth."

But the ice flower looked thoughtful.

"Hello, by the way, where's your caravan? Why are there only two of you rats here?"

"What caravan?" Hyacinth asked in confusion.

"Don't all the ratmen who are out in the field travel with caravans?"

Hearing the hyacinth's question, the camellia was completely stunned, but after a moment of surprise, it immediately realized: "You are orphans of the rat people?!"

After realizing the identities of the two, Camellia sighed deeply.

Hyacinth still looked puzzled, while Ice Flower remained thoughtful, seemingly trying to recall something.

Camellia looked the two mice up and down. Although they were wearing everyday clothes, the clothes were quite exquisite.

Camellia breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the two mice seemed to be doing well.

"But it's good that you're doing well."

Then Camellia put her hands on the shoulders of the two mice and said...

"I'm sorry, since that incident, the garden hasn't had enough resources to find the orphans. We, the traveling caravans, have to search for them slowly."

After saying that, Camellia pointed to the caravan behind her and asked.

"Are you two willing to come back with us? To reunite with your fellow countrymen?"

Faced with the camellia's "temptation," the hyacinth shook its head and took a step back.

Seeing Hyacinth's expression, Camellia wasn't surprised. She explained, "There's no need to be so defensive. If you don't want to, we won't force you. After all, many years have passed since that incident. Judging from your appearance, you were probably just a baby back then."

"And since you seem to be doing well, I won't disturb your lives."

"Of course, if you have any difficulties, you can come to us, and we will do our best to help. After all, the garden belongs to all the mice."

"Alright, the caravan will be staying here for a while. Feel free to come find me if you need anything. I have to go now."

After saying that, Camellia waved her hand and returned to the caravan to continue directing the other mice to work.

Hyacinth was left standing there wondering, "What was that thing?"

Just then, Hyacinth noticed the ice flower's unusual behavior. She nudged it and asked, "Ice flower? What's wrong?"

"I think I just remembered something, but I've forgotten it," Ice Flower said, looking troubled.

"Did you hear what she just said? Do you know what she was saying?" Hyacinth pressed.

"I heard her, but I don't know what she's saying either. Why don't you just go and ask her?" Binglinghua retorted.

But Hyacinth only glanced at the camellia that was giving instructions and said, "Forget it, where do we go next?"

Hyacinths don't seem to be curious about their own race or past.

For Hyacinth, the only useful thing about race is that she and the Ice Flower are of the same race.

And in the past, this was something that hyacinths had always deliberately avoided.

Seeing that the hyacinth was not interested in the traveling caravan, the ice flower opportunely said, "Wherever you go, I'll go."

Afterwards, the two mice continued their stroll.

Meanwhile, the players on the other side also noticed the promotional posters that suddenly appeared in Hamlet Town.

"Is this supposed to be a way to generate buzz for the new gameplay?" said Quan Xianban, who was standing in front of the poster with the Phase Man.

"I guess so, since there's one more acceptable mission now. But this is a bit fast, isn't it? It looks like it'll be held in a few days." The muscular man replied, flipping through the mission description.

"What does this have to do with speed?" Quanxian Bangua asked rhetorically.

"A performance needs some rehearsal, right? How can a few days be enough?" The muscular man was dumbfounded by the question posed by the man who was half-hanging up.

"Rehearse? Who's rehearsing for? Let's just get to it! Besides the other players, there are only NPCs left."

Halfway through his sentence, Quan Xianbangua suddenly realized something and changed the subject: "Oh, I forgot you're quite flamboyant, aren't you, Master Lion Slayer?"

"Damn it!" Enraged, the phase man launched a personal attack on the half-carriage.

After a while of playful banter, the muscular man in the phase said again, "Alright, alright, want to join in?"

"Why not participate? There's a consolation prize just for going on stage, and I think the reward is pretty good," Quanxianbangua responded.

"Then I'll accept the mission."

"Okay, just send me the team-up link."

After joining the team of "Phase Man," Quanxianbangua asked again, "What kind of performance will we put on then?"

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"You haven't thought about it yet, have you? —"

"Um·"

Inside the temporary city hall on the other side.

The old butler was questioning Veronica about the strange goblins and monsters that had suddenly appeared in Hamlet Town, which were clearly not townspeople.

"Lady Veronica, can you tell me who those hideous monsters are? Why are the underground goblins acting as guards?"

"Also, what kind of event is the town organizing? We don't have the money to organize any events right now."

"Although you're in charge of all these things, you should at least give me a heads-up, since we still need to coordinate a lot of the work."

The old butler voiced all his questions in one breath.

Veronica, who was writing a document, put down her pen, looked up at the old butler, and said, "Don't worry, I didn't tell you because I saw you were very busy lately."

Afterwards, Veronica told the old butler about the resurrected beings and goblins.

However, Veronica omitted a lot of important information, since revealing those things would only cause more distress.

"So don't worry, they're the ones who organized the event; we're just providing a formality."

"Besides, what's wrong with goblin guards? They don't charge us, which relieves our financial burden."

After explaining, Veronica picked up her pen again and began writing furiously.