Waiting at the Hole for the Rat

Even if it wore clothes, a rat was still a rat.

After leaving the Office Building, that black Big Rat ignored the broad, quiet, uncrowded road and insisted on darting through corners, roadsides, and drainage ditches beneath shrubs and grass. The black cat following behind had no choice but to shrink himself further to avoid losing its trail.

Only after the rat stopped and slipped into a small tree hollow beneath a large tree did Zheng Qing look up and realize that after tracking it for most of the day, he had only gone from the Office Building to the artificial rockery by Linzhong Lakefront. In terms of actual distance, the two places were less than a kilometer apart. Following the university paths, five minutes was enough to run there and back.

Yet that damned rat had led him on a huge detour, practically taking him around more than half of Linzhong Lake!

If Fatty Xin's dried fish had not filled him up before he left, Zheng Qing strongly suspected he would have pounced on that fat rat, killed it and eaten it, then killed it and eaten it again.

Squatting angrily at the entrance to the hollow, the black cat silently grew to a height of one meter. Zheng Qing had already made up his mind: if that rat dared to show its face again, he would slap it hard and show it why flowers were so red!

As for whether that clothes-wearing, backpack-carrying Big Rat might be a wizard in transformed form, the young publicly funded student did not take it to heart. The Wizard Codex had already provided plenty of judicial interpretations for such cases. A transformed wizard still enjoyed the relevant Wizard Rights, but those applied only to relationships between other wizards and small animals. Relationships