Yang Genshuo had to admit, No. 9's judgment and action were very precise, and successfully earned a reward.
It seemed like a textbook answer.
But Yang Genshuo always felt something was slightly off.
"Why does this result feel too... perfect? Like a happy family reunion making dumplings."
"It doesn't quite fit the style of this story..."
"Did I miss some information?"
Yang Genshuo felt a sense of unease; did the Mouse Servants just suddenly awaken, bow, and then decide to solve the mouse problem themselves?
"Was all that happened at this inn just caused by a mouse infestation? What does it represent in the story of 'White Grain Warehouse'?"
Yang Genshuo couldn't help but ask.
But this question seemed to have few other answers; whether in progress or gains, it seemed to be a perfectly resolved situation.
