Meanwhile, where Big Rat was.
He and his sister now owned a six-hundred-Lotus-Acres Rat Farm.
But a problem arose: where would the feed come from? Where would the clean water come from?
Back when they were under the Saintly Hall, this had not been a problem. The food and clean water the Saintly Order wasted were enough to sustain five Rat Farms of their current size.
He had once calculated it carefully.
To others, this was a huge problem.
To him, it was merely a matter of copying what he had just done.
"What? You want us to provide the feed and clean water? You... We'll report this to the Earl!" a Baron and his Butler struggled weakly.
"The Earl already gave me the land. Go ahead and report me," Big Rat said coldly.
Weil could not bear to watch anymore. After all, she had tasted enough of being oppressed.
But she did not dare say anything. She merely clutched the little puppy tightly, squeezing it until its eyes rolled back.
Fortunately, the Baron yielded quickly, or the puppy would have suffocated to death.
Damn it, Old Wen. That's another score to settle between us.
Little Illusion kept track in her mind with a little notebook.
But which score was this already? She seemed to have forgotten the earlier ones. Was it five or six? Forget it, she would just start from ten.
She understood rounding, after all.
After that, Big Rat naturally acquired the Rat Farm, along with a Baron who supplied them with feed, clean water, and even labor for free.
But they soon discovered that one Baron was not enough.
Then they would get another dozen.
In short, the Great Emperor's labor requisition documents became the most useful weapon in his hands.
Not a single noble dared