“Now, you WILL tell us how can we save him. As you see, I have a blade, and I DON’T KNOW how to use it. Can you picture the image?”

Meryl the Mole was impressed. They quickly joined their friend:

“you heard ma boy. do what he said.”

Mr. Rato didn’t move not even by a milimeter. Almost as if he was already expecting the entire sequence of events that had just unfolded before him. With a finger, he gently pulled the sword away, and proceeded with his usual, neverchanging elegant tone:

“Your bravery impress me, Max the Boy, but will it perdure when the Great Time arrives?”

“Huh?”

“This, I fear, shall remain unanswered - your path is truly an incognita. Now, get out of my table, you two. You’re making such a mess! Oh, how it is hard to be such an exceptional host!”

They both stepped out, mostly for confusion than to anything. What was with this guy?

Mr. Rato sat back in his chair, followed by Max and Meryl, who were still aprehensibly waiting for answers.

Suddenly, a small sound made itself heard - a squeaking.

And a little mouse ran from the shadows to Mr. Rato hands.

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