Chapter 93 Return to the Clan

After coming out of the castle, a furious Lemsi approached Libea.

"What's wrong with you? What happened! You can't even do the most basic infiltration!"

"You can't blame me, Lemsi! They, those rats are very smart! If any rat remembers the smell of the house rat, I will be poked, Lemsi! Do you understand? I will definitely be poked!

"

Libea was afraid, the madness of those reactionary rats was really beyond his expectation.

"Being poked? What does it mean to be poked! If I am poked, I can become a mouse on a mouse! So what if the green boys come to tease me for a year and a half? Libea! Do you still want to do this?

"

Lemsi angrily said that being timid is a rat, and being brave is also a rat.

As a progressive person who wants to become a rat upon a rat, this timid and fearful Libea is really not a qualified chess piece.

But it is also his only chess piece now.

"Lemsi! You didn't see it, so you can't understand how I feel! Do you know? I observed along the gaps in the hut! Just when the group of rat people were watching the slave rat!

That rat-man! He's already been stabbed to death! Oh my God! What a scene it is! If he finds out that I am a house rat, I don't dare to think about it! I don't dare to think about it, Lemsi!"

After Libea finished speaking, she looked at Lemsi pitifully.

But I'm afraid it's the rats from the Ministry of Internal Affairs who are coming.

Therefore, this kind of party is also called "brother party" and "partner party".

The rats of the ** clan were dissatisfied with the miserable life of being pushed out, and began to seek the feeling of the pacesetter rats and the clan rats in this party.

This rat is very stupid and is often bullied by rats. It is an excellent object to hide its identity.

As long as you can become the Minister of the Interior, what does it matter if you get stabbed to death?

What kind of rat would come to your door at this time?

The other ratmen were also nervous.

"Yes! The clan leader wants you!"

The next day.

Having said that, Lemsi felt a pity that he could not increase Liberia's risk of exposure, but for the sake of the overall situation, he did it anyway.

"I'm Popochi, and I've been sent to clean the cesspit with you."

And what they just held was a "mouse circling" party.

"The clan leader wants me!"

As for the rat Bobochi, he was taken to the Ministry of Internal Affairs for tea. For such a cooperative rat, Iket also made an exception and approved his status as the new pacesetter rat.

"You mean...really?"

Immediately make meritorious service to the clan, and then ascend to the top position of the Ministry of Internal Affairs first!

"Okay! Lemsi! I will blend in with them, but I need enough insurance. I have to take a bath, and then you go find me some other ratman excrement and let me play him."

Tolby climbed down from a slave rat, covered it with a fig leaf, picked up the manure shovel and walked to the door.

Libea's lips curled up unconsciously as she listened.

Even the rat man who was poked on this day was full of joy in soothing the wounds of his companions.

For these rats, parties are their best way to forget their pain.

"Don't worry, I did not arrange things well before. I will give you a good identity."

Maybe you only need to open the door slightly, and the rats who can't stand the smell will be smoked away directly.

Libea changed her mind and said, feeling that the gains seemed to have offset the risks.

Seeing that Libea was so cowardly, Lemsi said deceitfully.

I already promised the clan leader! How can you say no!"

Libea, who had put on a good disguise, approached the hut again.

Being assigned here now, does it mean that Bobochi has also become their companion?

In short, Libea returned to the stronghold of the Pouting Clan this time with a good disguise.

Yes, yes! Be brave, Libea! The clan leader wants you! That's enough!

But when Tolby opened the door crack, what came into view was a rat who was also carrying a bucket and a manure shovel.

Especially when they are pooping.

His new identity is Popochi, the silly mouse of the Ninth Squadron of the Second Battalion.

Therefore, Tolby picked up the manure shovel and tried to drive away the ignorant rat, also for self-defense.

But besides Libea, he also found a new helper.

The environment in the hut is so bad that rats and humans dare not approach it unless necessary.

After all, people still cooperate with the clan's actions.

Tolby closed the door and asked inside:

There are many kinds of parties, including parties where people eat and drink, parties where they curse clan rats and pacesetter rats, etc.

"It's Bobochi."

"The clan leader wants me?"

He took off the hard-earned cloth and only hung a triangular fig leaf before knocking on the smelly latrine door.

"Please Lemsi! How about we change to another rat? I can't do it. I can't handle such a big situation!"

Tolby asked doubtfully.

Tolby was shocked.

The slave rats were surprised, what do you think of Bobochi? He was bullied, but not as miserable as them.

"Popocchi, all the rats inside know you. Tell me why you were sent here."

In fact, the Rats are having a party.

A mouse finally stood up and said, but the pain in his back prevented him from walking well.

"No! Libea! You must do it! The clan leader has already promised. He said that Libea, a rat, has the courage to break into the interior! It is truly courageous! Are you planning to let you take over the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the future?

Generally speaking, no other rats will come to the door when they are cleaning the latrine.

After a while, the door was opened a crack again, and a rat's nose poked out from the crack and sniffed.

"Popocchi?"

If that were the case, the brotherhood party would have to be stopped.

"It's really him!"

Libeya replied calmly, finally holding back the smell coming from the latrine.

Anyone who disturbs such a meaningful party is not a welcome object in their eyes.

"Of course it's true, Libea! What do you think the clan leader said about me?

He said Hahaha Lemsi, a rat who only dares to work in the rear, is timid, full of stinking, has no future, and is nothing more than a mouthpiece.

What he wants is a brave rat like Libea!"

No matter who the visitor is, once they find out what they are doing, they will definitely not end well.

After thinking about the pros and cons, Libea's thinking became clearer.

"Do any of you know Popochi?"

"Popoqi? You mean Popoqi from the ninth team of the second team? Let me smell him, I remember the smell on him!"

"Who are you?"

Tolby asked as he opened the door, and the raging smell rushed directly to Bobochi outside the door.

Without a reasonable explanation, no rat would trust him.

When Libea saw this, she quickly made an expression as if pain was flooding into her heart (actually due to the smell of the latrine), and cried bitterly:

"me!"

"I was poked!"
Chapter completed!