This is a snow fox with snow crystal-like purity, wrapped around a fox fur coat supported by a mannequin, elegant, noble, and exceptionally charming.
After hesitating for a moment, the little snow fox, with the old fox's tacit approval, cautiously approached its mother.
"Ugh~"
Suddenly, the little snow fox's nose was irritated by the strong perfume, causing it to vomit. In its panic, it bumped into the corner of the wooden table, making quite a commotion.
"Damn it! Those wretched rats again! This time I'm going to teach them a lesson!"
"How should we teach them a lesson? The animal traps we set the night before last have all been dragged into their holes! I've never seen such arrogant rats before!"
"How many times has Madam scolded us to solve this mess!"
"Oh no, the lady is coming!"
Several angry shouts rang out in succession, accompanied by hurried footsteps, as several figures rushed towards the shop window from outside.
"Someone's coming, let's go."
The old fox remained silent for a moment, then its severed fox ears twitched. Hearing the footsteps of the clothing store owner, it quickly led the little snow fox away.
Before leaving, the latter looked at his mother with lingering reluctance.
Although her mother had a strong perfume scent, the familiar aroma she exuded was something she could never erase.
Is Mom sick?
"Smack!"
The wooden door was violently kicked open, and a group of burly hunters with dark circles under their eyes first checked the fox fur coat, breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly glanced around the room.
Then, they discovered a rat hole with a gray tail sticking out from the entrance. A strong hunter pounced on it, and a large hand reached into the rat hole!
"ah!"
With a painful scream, his outstretched hand was caught in an ambush trap, tearing off a large chunk of skin.
The old fox, hiding under the wooden plank, peeked through the crack at the hunter being treated and bandaged by his companion, its gaze gleaming with a cold light.
These hunters were the murderers who skinned his wife.
There was indeed a nest of rats in the cave, but the fox, having gone to follow his wife's lingering scent in the middle of the night, was so hungry that he swallowed all the rats, which were dragging sausages, into the old fox's belly. The family was reunited and stayed together forever.
Then, it shifted the blame to the rats, and with the help of camouflage, it planned its future step by step. First, it obtained traps such as animal traps, and then it dug a burrow for several days to rescue the last remaining child.
"Oh my god, what have you done!?"
Just then, a woman with heavy makeup screamed at the door.
The woman has a beautiful face, a voluptuous and sexy figure, and the jewelry she wears further enhances her mature charm.
She first berated her subordinates who couldn't even handle rats, then haughtily draped the most prestigious fox fur coat in the shop window over them.
Her charming appearance and noblewoman-like demeanor made the group of rough hunters drool and covet her, but they had great awe for the canary that the count kept in secret and did not dare to lay a hand on it.
But to the old fox hiding under the wooden plank, she was a bloated and ugly woman.
It still can't forget that when it was in the cage, it was this mistress, who was favored by the count, who wanted to wear the best fox fur in the count's possession. In order to please her, the hunters around the area did not hesitate to harvest several good fox furs, and with the help of magic, they made the most charming fox fur coat in the wasteland.
Therefore, except when she went to meet the count, she usually kept the item in her clothing store and took good care of it using various methods.
"Smack!"
A well-dressed lady stepped out of the clothing store with elegant steps. A luxurious carriage was parked at the entrance, entwined with vines and blooming with bright flowers, releasing an intoxicating fragrance.
Amidst the respectful presence of guards and the eager flattery of servants, the noblewoman, draped in an elegant fox fur coat, entered the carriage, revealing her alluring face through the window.
A rose adorns the headdress adorning her slightly wavy hair, its delicate yet alluring quality making her exceptionally endearing.
Behind the carriage, a group of servants followed, carrying flower baskets and scattering flowers on both sides of the road, while several musicians sang hymns to the god of harvest.
She made such a grand show of their trysts, as if she was afraid others wouldn't know she was the Earl's mistress.
Luxury cars and beautiful women, surrounded by a retinue, exuding an air of arrogance.
But in a dark corner of the street where this clothing store is located, dozens of ragged poor people are homeless, suffering from hunger and cold.
Among them, a gaunt young man, upon hearing the hymn, gritted his teeth and stared at the departing carriage with a look of shock and anger, his eyes revealing deep hatred.
This vicious woman, relying on the Earl's power, forcibly seized their clothing store and continued to operate it under her own name. She is truly despicable!
He was quite indignant because he got involved in the games of the nobility and offended a vicious woman, which caused his thriving clothing store to become someone else's dowry and be forcibly transformed into a fox fur processing plant.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and saw an old man leaning against the moss-covered wall. His disheveled hair covered his face and was covered in dust. Half of his leg was paralyzed on the ground. From the blood-stained bandages, it could be seen that the leg had been broken and was completely useless.
But when the old man heard this familiar hymn, the object of which was the god of harvest who brought wealth and joy to the people, he trembled a few times, clasped his dirty hands together, and murmured something incoherently, as if to offer a prayer to the god he believed in.
The old tailor of the clothing store was framed for refusing to work for the count's mistress. He was not only banished to the slums, but also had one of his legs broken.
"Damn it! Great God of Harvest Arthas, are you simply allowing your devout followers to suffer the oppression of wicked men? Or is all this a trial bestowed upon us by our Lord?!"
The young man clenched his fist, his eyes fixed on the carriage. His unkempt fingernails dug into his palm, drawing faint traces of blood.
Despite his anger, he remained rational and restrained his urge to kill.
The guards assigned to the mistress by the lord were all of silver rank, which clearly showed that she was very favored by the count, making it impossible for the penniless young man to make a move.
Moreover, he was merely a tailor's apprentice in a clothing store; how could he possibly possess the skills to kill?
Humiliation, hatred, resentment...
Not only towards this ruthless woman, but also towards the lord who remained indifferent to everything!
But to his relief, a ruthless band of robbers appeared in the wasteland, and the count dispatched an elite knightly order, clearly valuing the robbers highly.
These bandits were also quite loyal and ruthless. Whenever they passed through a territory, they would first defeat the guards, then kill the lord, plunder his wealth, and distribute it to the starving and freezing poor. This devilish temptation encouraged people to bravely rebel against the lord, break free from their shackles, and send the lord and his family to the gallows.
It is said that even the lord's mistresses with whom he had any relationship were executed by righteous people!
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