'If the rat people want to succeed in their fight, or at the very least, reach a fair agreement with the warriors so that they can fight for more rights for all the rat people, they can't just cause a huge ruckus like in my previous life and kill all the rat people,' Meng Chao thought.
'I have to think of a way to lead the rat people's chaos in a direction that will be more beneficial to the rat people. Of course, it will also be more beneficial to Dragon City.'
Forget about the natural righteousness of fighting the strong and helping the weak.
He could support a new faction in the Turan civilization to fight against the old nobles and ambitious people. Then, he could play the game of pulling one faction and fighting the other.
This would also make it easier for Dragon City, which was an offshore balancer, to spread its influence to the Turan civilization.
Besides, the rat people made up more than 90% of the total population in the Turan civilization. They were the main part of Turan's consumer market.
If Dragon City wanted to sell industrial products in Turanze to maintain the operation of their economy, they had to awaken the rat people's sense of rights and turn them from slaves, servant soldiers, and cannon fodder into consumers with enough purchasing power.
The superior lords could at most buy some luxury goods, but it was not enough to solve the problem of jobs for tens of millions of Dragon Citizens. It was also impossible for them to bring the Turan civilization into Dragon City's industrial and information economy system to completely solve Dragon City's economic crisis.
The tens of millions of rat people who worked hard and waited to be fed were the best customers in Meng Chao's heart.
Hence, he was determined to help the rat people who dared to be angry, fight back, rise up in revolt, and swing their sabers at the powerful!
But he could not help them carelessly, or else he would only make things worse.
First, Meng Chao had to enter the rat people's secret organization and understand just what was going on with the Large-Horned Rat God and the rat people's chaos.
But he did not want to expose his identity too early.
He did not want to attract the attention of the old nobles like Casava Blood Hoof and ambitious people like Jackal Canus.
Meng Chao could only investigate in secret.
He found Leaf, Spider, and the other thirty rat people he had chosen and modified in the beginning.
Then, he found a large group of veteran rat people who had served in the Blood Skull Coliseum for more than eight years.
He pretended to be very interested in the Large-Horned Rat God and talked about all sorts of things. His main goal was to ask these people where they had first heard about the Large-Horned Rat God's arrival.
Putting aside the legend of the Horned Rat God that had been circulating for a very long time.
To be specific, the rumor that the Great Horned Rat God had arrived and established an army in the depths of Turanze to save all the rat people seemed to have spread like a virus in the Blood Skull Arena four or five days ago.
Most of the rat people couldn't remember who was the first to tell them this mysterious news.
However, he vaguely remembered that the rat people mentioned a name called "Three Hands" many times.
Meng Chao came to understand that Three Hands was a ratfolk laborer who had served in Blood Skull Coliseum for more than twenty years.
With the lifespan of the ratfolk and the danger of working in the arena, Three Hands could be considered one of the ratfolk workers with the most seniority in the Blood Skull Arena.
He was very well-informed and had access to many unknown channels.
In fact, Third Hand was the 'house mouse' of the Bloodhoof Family.
For a period of time, he was even the chief manager of all the rat people's odd jobs.
But later on, the master he followed lost his power and life in the internal strife of the Bloodhoof Clan.
He wasn't liked by his new master, so he found a random excuse to hang him up and beat him for three days and three nights.
Even though he wasn't beaten to death, the tendons in his hands were torn, so his arms shriveled up, and they really looked like rat claws.
This guy was originally known as Five Hands.
His feet were as nimble as his hands, and his tail was even more nimble than his limbs. He was very agile when he worked, and he also had a calculative skill that normal rat people would have a hard time learning. He was very good at doing accounts.
After his hands were crippled, he naturally went from Five Hands to Three Hands.
Since he was good at calculating, even though he couldn't become the chief manager of the rat people's odd jobs, he could still do some purchasing work.
Of course, he didn't go to the high-grade markets to buy totem beast flesh and Golden Fruits that were rich in spirit energy. Instead, he went to the low-grade markets to buy a large amount of low-grade food so that the rat people's servant soldiers and odd jobs could fill their stomachs.
There were plenty of servant soldiers and odd jobs in Blood Skull Coliseum.
The amount of food they consumed every day was astronomical.
Hence, Three Hands had to go out every day, and he had a lot of chances to contact the people outside Blood Skull Coliseum.
Meng Chao did not target him just because of his job.
He did this sort of job where he often came into contact with people from all walks of life, so it was only natural that he would hear all sorts of rumors. If his mouth was a little bigger, it would not be strange for him to accidentally spread news about the Great Horned Rat Deity.
The main reason why Meng Chao targeted him was because:
First, Three Hands had once been hung up and beaten by his new master for three days and three nights. His nimble hands were crippled, so there was a high possibility that he harbored a grudge against his new master and had enough motivation to fight back.
Second, after he was demoted from the chief manager of odd jobs to a normal odd job worker, Three Hands had been obedient and cautious. He was not a person who liked to make groundless accusations and gossip. But recently, he had been acting out of character. He talked to people about the Great Horned Rat Deity's descent, so it was only natural that he was very suspicious.
Third, and the most crucial thing was that the rat people who often came into contact with Three Hands said that his arms, which had been withered for a full ten years, had been recovering bit by bit. They were like branches that had been burned by fire, but after they were nourished by rain and dew, they grew new green sprouts.
Even though they were still much thinner than a normal person's arms, they could wash clothes and even twist towels on their own.
Since it was his master's punishment, he left a mark on them.
Naturally, Three Hands could not be treated in the infirmary of Blood Skull Coliseum.
When other people asked him what was going on, he did not hide anything. In fact, he excitedly told them that he had received the Great Horned Rat Deity's blessing!
Based on these clues, Meng Chao came to a conclusion that Three Hands definitely knew something. In fact, he had received some sort of mission from the rat people's secret organization in Black Corner City — the Great Horned Rat Deity's messenger.
Hence, on Fish Hour the next day, which was when dawn had yet to arrive and the sky was as gray as a dead fish's belly, Meng Chao changed his hair and pupil color again. Once he put on the hooded cloak, he followed Three Hands from a distance and slipped out of Blood Skull Coliseum.
The Game of the Brave would last for half a month.
From day to night, there were bloodshot warriors everywhere, fighting in the streets, in the taverns, and in the casinos.
If Meng Chao stood in the center of Black Corner City, which was supposed to be the busiest place in the city but was now in ruins, he would be able to hear the sounds of walls collapsing at any moment. He would also hear the sounds of large objects crashing on the ground. Of course, he would also hear the sounds of weapons clashing against claws, and sparks flying everywhere.
Even though it was known to be a grand fight that lasted all day and never stopped, the large Black Corner City had to maintain its basic operations.
Forget about the problems of what the warriors ate and drank.
Forget about the problems of whether they needed the rat people laborers and slave workers to clean up after they tore down their houses and turned the streets into a mess.
Forget about the problems of whether the hundreds of thousands of warriors needed to eat, drink, and poop. If the scavengers did not clean up the mess in time and move them, in just two or three days, the warriors would have to fight for the glory of warriors in dirty, stinky, and yellow pools of sh * t!
Hence, the most zealous totem warriors would rest for a while after the fierce battles every day. They would then let the rat people laborers, slave workers, and scavengers clean up the mess.
That was when they moved from the time of the fish to the time of the chicken.
That was when they moved from three or four in the morning to eight or nine in the morning.
In the past six hours, the clan warriors, stimulated by the excessive secretion of dopamine and endorphins, had been tossing and turning for the whole day and the whole night. They were all sound asleep or soaking in the secret medicine to heal their wounds.
The rat people laborers, slave workers, and scavengers seized the chance to crawl out and use every second they had to clear the ruins, clear the pipes, and prepare everything the warriors needed for the next round of battle.
Hence, before the sky brightened, the streets on both sides of the street were filled with rat people.
Quite a number of the ruins that had been torn down by the warriors were turned into temporary markets to trade the resources the rat people needed to survive and the warriors needed to fight.
The rebels from the era of clans did not have any sense of wariness or secrecy.
At the very least, to Meng Chao, a Ghost Assassin who had received strict training in lurking, infiltration, and assassination and had learned how to deal with infiltrators from the abnormal beast research department, there was a shining arrow floating above his three-handed head. Even if he closed his eyes, he did not have to worry about losing sight of it.
But he did not find anything unusual in the first two markets.
Since he had two much younger companions beside him, he was the one who asked questions and bargained. He did not come into contact with anyone and did not leave behind anything.
Then, he went to the third market.
This was an extremely large meat market.
They did not sell totem beast flesh, but normal wild beasts' flesh, bones, and offal.
Speaking of which, aside from planting Mandala Trees, the Turan civilization also had a livestock industry that far surpassed that of the era of clans.
One of the reasons was that the ancestral spirits had left them livestock that they had already tamed and had even gone through genetic modification, so it was very easy to rear them.
The other reason was that food for livestock was also very easy to obtain. As long as the bark of the Mandala Trees and the shells of the Mandala Fruits were crushed and mixed with bone powder and water, most of the livestock could be fed.
Naturally, there was not a single bit of meat in the slaves' troughs.
But to ensure the fighting strength of the slave soldiers, aside from mixing the Mandala Fruits with honey and condensed milk, it was necessary for them to eat meat every few days.
The Blood Skull Coliseum consumed a lot of meat, so it was only natural that there were stalls that were familiar with each other who came to supply the meat.
The stall owner with a tuft of hair at the center of his eyebrows seemed to be Three Hands' old friend. They had their arms around each other's shoulders and were chatting happily with each other, so there was nothing suspicious about them.
It was also normal for them to connect their wide sleeves and put their hands into their sleeves to bargain with each other.
But Meng Chao, who had been staring at Three Hands from the distance, noticed that when they put their hands into their sleeves at the same time and no one could see what they were doing, the expressions of Three Hands and the stall owner became different from a moment ago.
It was a mixture of nervousness, wariness, and excitement.
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