Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 102 - 101 Cat Catches Mice

Chapter 102: Chapter 101 Cat Catches Mice

Chapter 102 -101 Cat Catches Mice

The Rat King capture plan simply involved luring the rats out of their holes.

It was a two-step process, the first being extermination, to wipe out the rats enslaved by the Rat King, forcing the Rat King to take action personally; the second step was capture, once the Rat King was lured out, they would need to take him down swiftly and decisively.

“The most critical point is capturing the Rat King, our people struggle to move around in the Grotto Village, and I believe the Rat King won’t brazenly charge at us for a frontal confrontation.”

The plan was discussed by everyone, then handed over to Charles for finalization and summary.

Charles had his quirks, but his mind was indeed flexible and meticulous, making him well-suited for the role of a master strategist.

He said with great enthusiasm, “Therefore, I believe the vanguard officer to capture the Rat King should not be you or me, but rather…”

As he spoke, he pointed his finger towards Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound, “Kevin! Only Kevin can assuredly capture the Rat King!”

“Woof!” Kevin seemed to understand, barking confidently.

“Lord Eric, do you have anything to add?” Charles asked the Phantom Beast Knight respectfully in the end.

Eric responded with a gruff voice, “No.”

Charles looked at Russell, who nodded at him faintly, signaling no additions to the plan were necessary.

As the Lord, he didn’t need to rely on cunning to establish his authority; in fact, the bloodline of the Fluorescent Fungi Family flowing through his veins was the most authoritative symbol.

He was pleased to see his subordinates taking initiative.

“Then, everyone.” With Russell’s confirmation, Charles clenched his fist and swung it vigorously, saying spiritedly, “This plan shall be called… the ‘Dog Catches Mice Plan’, and we start immediately with the first step of extermination!”

With the initiation of the plan, nearly all the manor’s dexterous serfs were gathered in Grotto Village.

The Lord provided meals and even offered bonus payments, naturally enthusing the serfs to exterminate the rats willingly.

By the afternoon,

the manor’s cats, along with those from several neighboring manors, were borrowed and then released into Grotto Village.

The great battle between cats and mice was about to erupt.

Since the horde of rats was blindly driven by the underground Rat King, unable to adapt, and continuously charged at Wolf Head Skylight, casualties were severe.

The first phase of extermination was immediately effective.

When night fell, Russell and others camped inside Wolf Head Skylight, guarding the Magical Medicine Field throughout the night and further decimating the remaining rat population.

Sizzling.

Above the campfire, a row of rat meat was skewered on sticks, roasting with a hissing sound.

Personal Servant Ram skillfully brushed oil on the rat meat, sprinkled it with salt, then poured on a layer of crushed dill. Once the rat meat was fully cooked and the seasonings were infused, he handed the meat over to Russell.

“Pfff.” Russell blew on the steam and then, suppressing his disgust, took a bite.

Having killed so many rats, they would certainly have to trade with the serfs in the manor for grain to support the lives of the serfs in Grotto Village. To help the serfs get accustomed to rat meat, it was unavoidable for Russell, as the Lord, to lead by example.

However, unexpectedly, the taste was quite good.

“It’s a bit like chicken, with a hint of ham or beef jerky,” Russell chewed for a while before commenting.

It must be said that because the taste was surprisingly not bad, the rat meat started to seem less disgusting.

Thus, Russell quickly finished eating several rats from the stick and, feeling somewhat unsatisfied, asked Servant Ram to bring him another skewer of rat meat.

After eating and drinking his fill,

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Russell chatted with Charles and others for a while before lying down in his sleeping bag and soon drifting off into sleep.

“Gah!”

The Little Dream Dragon, whom he had not seen for three days, finally appeared again with the arrival of Gloomy Dreamland, still in its big-headed cartoon form, with no change.

“I’ve missed you, Ice Cream.”

“Gaah.”

“And you too, Sword Butterfly.”

The Sword Butterfly was silent, simply circling around Russell to express its joy.

“We have a heavy task tonight, Ice Cream, Sword Butterfly, let’s go, set off first!” Russell had been waiting for this moment.

Ever since he speculated that the rat plague might be linked to a suspected Fantasy Beast, the Rat King, he had thought about using the Gloomy Dreamland to search through the various dark passages to locate the Rat King’s lair, then quietly arrange for Kevin to keep a close watch.

As soon as the Rat King showed its head, he would immediately capture it.

This was also a supplement to the ‘dog catching mice’ plan, increasing the chances of capturing the Rat King.

“Gaah!” The Little Dream Dragon agreed with a cry, carrying Russell to swiftly search the Gloomy Dreamland, confirming there were no abnormalities within its range before breaking through the Gloomy Dreamland to search the surrounding dark passages in a “dream clone” form.

In the Gloomy Dreamland, Russell and the Little Dream Dragon were very small, only slightly larger than a cat, being able to squeeze through any channel.

And so they searched and searched.

After combing through countless dark passages, finally, in one of these passages ahead, they saw the Magic Light shining brightly.

“Get a little closer,” Russell instructed.

“Gaah.”

One man, one dragon, one butterfly, they rapidly approached the light, and then they saw the silhouette made of light. It was indeed the image of a large rat.

However, compared to the light on Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound, the light on this large rat was not only dimmer but also flickered, bright one moment and dull the next, appearing to be unstable.

At this moment, the large rat was nesting in its lair, seeming restless, turning restlessly.

“This… doesn’t seem to be a Fantasy Beast. Could it be some kind of bred Primordial Beast?” Russell motioned for the Little Dream Dragon to circle around the large rat, carefully observing the Magic Light on it, “No, it’s much brighter than the light from the Black Pig, this isn’t a Fantasy Beast, but it’s close to one!”

Suddenly.

He considered this possibility: “No, that’s not right. If this Rat King were already a Fantasy Beast, there would be no need to attack the Wolf Head Skylight and steal my Bloodfang Fungi Magic Potion… But it still wants to steal the Bloodfang Fungi Magic Potion unless… it urgently needs this batch of Magic Potions!”

As for why it urgently needed the Magic Potion, it was clear that the Rat King must be at the critical point of breaking through to become a Fantasy Beast.

Without the Magic Potion to provide nourishment, it might not be able to break through.

“Got it!”

Russell smiled with satisfaction, “Ice Cream, this large rat right here, it wants to steal my Magic Potion to help itself evolve, haha!”

“Gaah?” Ice Cream looked disdainfully askance at the Rat King, clearly unimpressed by such a creature.

Having confirmed the existence of the Rat King, Russell did not delay any longer. He rode the Little Dream Dragon back to the Gloomy Dreamland and noted down this passage, as well as how many other passages it connected to and how many escape holes there were.

After doing all this, the Little Dream Dragon was really tired, bidding farewell with a feeble “Gaah” before diving into the darkness.

Gone from sight.

The Gloomy Dreamland then also dissipated, consciousness sinking into chaos.

The next day, as he woke up, Russell rinsed his mouth and relieved himself, then started searching for the passage leading to the Rat King’s lair based on last night’s memories.

The passage wasn’t hard to find, and it wasn’t very narrow either.

Since the Rat King was much larger than the average large rat, it was at least the size of a hunting dog. Of course, it was definitely much smaller than Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound.

“This is the one,” Russell said, squatting down and hugging Kevin’s neck, “You just keep watch here, the Rat King will definitely come out from this place.”

Though Kevin had opened his spiritual intelligence, his intelligence was ultimately limited. He didn’t consider why Russell had given the command and simply agreed with a bark, “Woof!”