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The Rat King led the bizarre creature that called itself an old mouse to the bar.

As usual, the Rat King jumped onto the bar. Although its body seemed chubby, it moved with unexpected agility and effortlessly leaped onto the bar, light as a balloon.

However, the bizarre creature following it lacked this ability.

It stood beneath the high stool, tilting its mouse head up to gaze at the bar's edge, which was even higher than the stool, and flapped its wings a couple of times, trying to jump onto the stool first.

But those seemingly newly grown little wings couldn't lift its plump body at all.

Just as it stretched its neck and stared helplessly at the edge of the bar, a flesh-colored tentacle flew down from above, coiled around its neck, and hoisted it onto the bar.

The fleshy tentacle that had wrapped around its neck retracted behind the Rat King, swaying gently. It was the Rat King's tail.

"Thank you, my king."