Ebbel was probably the name of the spectral green figure in front of him, and for some reason, he looked a little flustered, even alarmed, after hearing the pale voice!

　　"It's over, it's over, if I get caught again I don't know how long I'll be locked up this time, I have to run!"

　　He whispered.

　　He went from originally walking upright to landing on all fours, and at this time the Hylia in his hand became a burden for his escape, then he casually threw the Hylia in his hand that was about to be suffocated to one side of the ground, and started running wildly as soon as he spilled his guts out!

　　"Ebbel, where do you think you're going?"

　　A contemptuous scoff came from the sky as a dark figure, who had wings two meters wide, hovered overhead.

　　After saying this, he took a dive and grabbed Ebbel, who was running away on the ground!

　　His body was light brown with black spots, his head had horn-like plumes, and his feet had sharp hooked claws; Eboure's nearly three-meter-tall body was easily grabbed by him, and the seemingly slender hooked claws contained a strength that didn't match!

　　"Boudreaux!

　　You actually helped the old man screw me!

　　Just put me down!

　　Or I'll disown you as a friend!"

　　Ebbel exclaimed.

　　"Yeah?

　　Then I'll let go!

　　Really let go!"

　　Boudreau revved his wings two more times, nonetheless higher, and then made a show of loosening his claws.

　　"Don't!

　　Never!

　　Big brother, you're my own brother, I'll fall into meat paste if this is put down!"

　　Ebbel screamed and shouted!

　　Eboue was afraid that Boudreau would just let go of his claws, and with a strong desire to survive, he actually backhanded Boudreau's claws at a bizarre angle!

　　"I'm not letting go, you don't move me!

　　You let go, you don't clutch my feathers!

　　Eberle, you asshole! How dare you pull my hair?

　　!"

　　Boudreaux shouted, a voice that was both shrill and piercing in mid-air!

　　"You betrayed me first, and teamed up with the old man to screw me!

　　I'll yank your hair!"

　　Ebbel has a shrewish look about him!

　　"See if I don't whip you!"

　　Boudreau slowed down the frequency of his wing agitation, pumping his wings downward once every two instigations!

　　Thick feathered wings flapped hard on Ebbel's head!

　　Eboue wasn't one to take heat and not fight back, and after letting a few slaps go by, the next time Boudreau tried to slap him again, he yanked on half of Boudreau's wing, holding on for dear life and not letting go!

　　Losing his balance, Boudreau brought Eboue down from mid-air, and as he fell downward, the two were still tearing and writhing in mid-air, and fighting back and forth!

　　"These two are really big-hearted too!"

　　Carlos lamented.

　　"Emil, get the net!"

　　That old voice sounded again!

　　"Yes, Grandpa!"

　　The voice that responded was a brittle little girl.

　　Carlos looked around, but couldn't see the person who had spoken!

　　"Young man, stop looking, we're down here!"

　　That old voice came again.

　　Carlos looked down as a hole slowly plowed out around his feet, and out of the opening emerged a short old man in gray robes, looking about a meter and a half in size, holding a cane adorned with a green jewel that was as long as he was tall!

　　His beard was so long that it hung almost to the ground, and his broad robes threw trailed behind him so long that he had to tug the extra robes out of the hole when he came out of it, with a slightly comical look.

　　Out of respect for his elders, Carlos held back from laughing.

　　"Young man, what are you doing here, it's not a good place for sightseeing!"

　　After the old man stood firmly, he straightened his clothes and said in a serious tone.

　　"I'm here to be a lord!"

　　Carlos got right to the point.

　　"Hmm?"

　　The old man obviously expressed skepticism, this kind of thing is not something that can be said casually by touching the upper lip to the lower lip and making empty promises.

　　Carlos was also a professional, and knew that he had to come up with something with strength, so he turned around and took down a purple ceremonial robe from the car and draped it over himself, and that look was kinda like that in the eyes of an outsider, but this short old man was obviously not an outsider!

　　"Hahaha, young man, did you pick up these clothes from somewhere?"

　　The old man stroked his beard and smiled.

　　"I've only been a priest for a short time, I don't have much experience."

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　　Carlos smiled with embarrassment, his behavior becoming more and more unworthy of the purple ceremonial robes.

　　"Boo!"

　　While Carlos was talking to this old man, Eboue and Boudreaux also fell out of mid-air, and there came a muffled, not very loud sound.

　　This was because the place where it smashed down had a net laid by the Emir, a net with dense meshes, led by the Emir with dozens of men pulling the edges and specializing in picking them up, and Eboue and Boudreau landed on the net with a lot less of a shock!

　　"You're still gripping my hair, get the hell out of my way!"

　　Boudreau cursed as he shoved Eboue.

　　"You still have the nerve to say that, it was clearly discussed before, and you defected on the spot!"

　　Eboue said in a no-nonsense manner.

　　"You know shit!

　　Lao Tzu it's strategy!

　　I sometimes wonder if you're a savvy Mythic Ratfolk, you're no better in the head than a stupid Pego pig-headed man!"

　　Budleigh said.

　　"Huh?

　　What?"

　　Ebbel was confused.

　　"You hurry up and let go first!

　　You've lost two more of my feathers!"

　　Budleigh was indignant!

　　"Brother, don't even think about running, you can't run away."

　　Emil said as he walked over to look at Eboue in the net.

　　"Hmph!"

　　Ebbel skimmed her head to not talk to her sister.

　　"Young man, the Northern Plains is a broken place, no matter what your intentions are, it's not a good idea to come here, there's only endless suffering here!"

　　The short old man said with a sigh.

　　Over there, Avril was healing Hylia with life energy, and by now Hylia had also woken up leisurely and was walking towards Carlos' side.

　　"I," Carlos was about to say something else, but seeing Shelia approaching, none of the prepared remarks were necessary.

　　"Hmm?

　　The Swans?"

　　The old man was surprised, as if the Swan Clan shouldn't be in a place like this.

　　"Greetings, Esteemed Elder, my name is Shelia, and I am an Ode Sacrifice."

　　Hylia's demeanor showed the elegance of an aristocrat.

　　"Beautiful noble lady, please accept my respect, I am the clan leader of the Mys Ratman clan, my name is Eranster, and I am a Fiery Sun Magician!"

　　"You are the Blazing Sun Magician!

　　What a loss of respect, I really didn't expect you to be a high-ranked magician!"

　　Shelia said in surprise.

　　"I'm old, I don't look like it, and I've also reached a bottleneck, so maybe the apex of this life will just be a Fiery Sun Magician!"

　　Eranster was more than satisfied with Shelia's response, while being humble.

　　"Blazing Sun Magician? It's only one rank higher than me, and I've always been able to fight over the ranks, so it's really nothing."

　　Carlos mentally slurred to himself.

"Lord Patriarch, what happened to those two just now?"

　　Seeing that the two didn't know what to say after introducing themselves, Carlos took the opportunity to ask.

　　"The one who tried to escape was my grandson, Ebbel, who has always disliked this place and wanted to run away from it, but that was not allowed, and just now it was another of his attempts, which he has done often enough, and it is not an uncommon thing here."

　　Erlangist said flatly.

　　"Your grandson is developing well."

　　Ebbel's size surprised Carlos a bit.

　　"Oh, and my grandson is a Muskrat, which is about a one in a hundred chance among the Mysian Rat People that a Muskrat will be a little stronger."

　　There was a bit of pride on Elenster's face.

　　"Well, let's forget the slight unpleasantness from before, and next, allow me to entertain all of you who have traveled from afar with a lively feast!"

　　Elanst, the leader of the Mythic Rat People Clan, said sincerely.

　　Carlos wanted to ask something else, but the matriarch clearly didn't want to talk about it anymore, and Carlos didn't make a fool of himself.

　　As Elenster had said, the evening feast was very lively, and under the boulder in front of the high slope, the people were happy, like good friends who had not seen each other for a long time, and pushed and exchanged cups, and the atmosphere was very cordial.

　　Carlos had been drifting around for a long time, how had he ever enjoyed such treatment, for a moment he was actually a bit flattered, although he could also realize that the reason for this kind of treatment was largely due to the existence of Hylia.

　　On the vast wilderness, the sluggish night wind was tightly shielded by the wide woods, and could not blow at all!

　　The Mythic Rat People seem to be a bit more magically gifted than the other races!

　　In the banquet, there were many rat girls driven by the water magic array, slowly dialing the ornamental and beautiful fountain, the water curtain rose up and fell down again, splashing countless splashes, in the night moonlight illumination has a different kind of beauty.

　　Under the ripples of the water, the faint fragrance of flowers overflows and hovers between the clear water waves, which is refreshing.

　　Each of the many tiny fountains had a blue flower blooming on it, looking thin and long within the gushing tiny fountains, with azure branches and leaves that hung serenely low.

　　The azure-blue flowers tumbled just above the tops of those tiny fountains, quivering and swaying with the surge of their water.

　　"The northern plains are barren and not as rich as the cuisine of the center, are you still used to eating?"

　　Erlangist asked affectionately.

　　"I think it's fine, it's great."

　　Carlos was indeed more than satisfied, and compared to his previous life, this had been enjoyable.

　　Eranster listened and ignored it, Carlos's opinion didn't seem to matter, Eranster was mostly questioning Shelia.

　　It was only when he saw Shelia nod that Eranster broke into a grin.

　　"I'm an Order Sacrifice, today you treat me with disdain, tomorrow I'll make you climb high!"

　　Carlos was upset at being treated differently.

　　At the end of dinner, everyone was forced to take a shower!

　　Elenster said that this was a tradition of the Mysian rat race, the Bell Bear and Robert Rabbit races were both relatively water-unfriendly races, and this bout of bathing made them cry and shake their bodies vigorously, hoping to get back to a dry body quickly.

　　When Carlos and his group first entered this place, they almost thought they had come to the wrong place, was this really the Northern Wasteland?

　　It doesn't look deserted!

　　The terroir of the place resembled a harmonious little countryside, and it would not be too much to say that it was a paradise, so quietly and pleasantly arranged that Carlos would not begrudge it by attaching a compliment to it.

　　Across the vast expanse of land, the rats had built bonfires, stuffed them with spices made from lemongrass and various flowers, and the fresh fruit soup smelled tantalizingly good from the cauldrons that had been set up!

　　There was also the sweet and tangy fruit salad, the Rat People were all exquisite gourmets, and the water elemental magic wrapped a film around the outside of the food, a cool and delicious sensation that instantly captured the taste buds of the Bell Bears and the Robert Rabbits, causing them all to be in raptures.

　　Shelia couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't thought of this way of eating before.

　　Carlos looked around at his nominal "people" and thought to himself that it would be nice to be a lord here, at least he wouldn't starve and the food would be delicious!

　　There are a lot of Mythic Rattlers, dozens of Bell Bears and dozens of Robert Rabbits, a small hundred people in all, and there must be more than just one race of Mythic Rattlers here, go around again tomorrow, this Northern Plains is not a small area, and there are quite a lot of villages in the style of city-states, like that race with wings, Carlos is very interested in it.

　　As a lord, the population of one's own people must be large in order for this to work, and at its current size then, this population is now in its infancy, and it will continue to grow at this rate!

　　The results that could be achieved would surely surprise Carlos himself!

　　Although it still seemed a little too shabby compared to other lords now, Carlos was satisfied.

　　In the midst of laughter, Carlos fell into a deep sleep, in his dream, Carlos turned the North Plains into a rich and beautiful place, it became that all the other lords coveted and spied on their piece of treasure, they all came over to attack and try to plunder the resources on the North Plains, Carlos led the natives of the North Plains to resist together, and finally beat the crap out of them!

　　A flag fluttering in the wind was erected in the Northern Plains which depicted a large turtle!

　　"Carlos, Carlos!

　　Wake up!"

　　Carlos was in the middle of a beautiful dream when he was suddenly interrupted, slapped awake Carlos was sleepy, it was a very unpleasant thing to have your dreams suddenly interrupted!

　　Carlos opened his eyes and was greeted by a panicked looking Shelia, Hoffman was on the sidelines with a worried frown on his face, not to mention Avril, who hadn't had much of a good look on her face since entering the wasteland.

　　"What's going on here?"

　　Carlos asked, confused.

　　"All those Mythic Rat People last night, all of them were gone when they woke up this morning!"

　　Shelia said.

　　"Hmm?

　　Not anymore?

　　What does that mean?"

　　Carlos didn't get it, having just woken up his mind was still in a very foggy state!

　　"Just can't even find it!

　　It's like it was never there!"

　　Shelia's voice became shrill!

　　"Hardly?

　　Is this what's so weird about the northern wilderness?

　　!"

　　Carlos realized this!

　　"When I was a kid, everything the adults told me was true!

　　The Northern Wastelands really are a scary place!"

　　Avril said with a slight sob!

　　"It's not so bad, everything was real yesterday, don't you think so, Hoffman?

　　!"

　　Carlos said as if asking Hoffman for confirmation.

　　"At least I remember that last night's food was sweet, sweeter than the honey I used to eat, and there was that special way they did it, I was impressed!"

　　Hoffman's a foodie and only remembers things that have to do with food!