The ratfolk and the cat lamps entered into full-scale cooperation. Xu Fangying announced that the ratfolk's wages would all be footed by Miss Han. "What's yours is mine, what's mine is yours."
That was how she put it. The sheer scumminess of it truly made one marvel—worthy of a witch indeed.
The cats had lost!
Of course, that was only a joke. Simply put, the ratfolk's economy would be tied to Jiang Han's Giant Cat Territory. Everything would be settled in kitty coins, with Cat Gold Clawmarks used as rare, high-value currency. If they needed to exchange for witch gold yuan, they could do so through the channels of cat lamps and giant cat lamps.
This was also a common arrangement for vassal races.
Above servant armies.
Below witches and landfolk.
However, with Lord Cat Lina backing them, the ratfolk being genuinely adorable and rather Lalafell-esque—though their average height was around one meter—and getting along well with the cat lamps, their status would likely rise considerably. Still, because their population was limited, and expanding their race was a little too criminal, they would probably only appear on Long-Haired Cat Clawmark Island for the time being.
The three giant catgirls escorted the ratfolk to the camp to see how they could establish a safe mining passage.
Those zombies had been confirmed to possess this:
[Their ability to release flames truly originated from martial arts.]
Adding Jiang Han's breath-holding technique into the mix, the martial arts of the Dead Magic Zone really were somewhat miraculous. This included the gray-blue-eyed ratfolk who had previously fought Jiang Han, who called himself Shu Jia'er. He had mastered a martial arts specialty called [Dragon-Crane Dual Form], which could briefly combine with the [true qi] within his body—anyway, they were just calling the stuff true qi—to generate