On the way to the Rose Manor, Mr. Squirrel shrank his neck, his calves walked very slowly, and he had to rest after two steps.

He tried to escape several times on the way, but was caught by Mr. Weasel.

"Mr. Huang Lang, I...I can't do it, the little monster is scared!"

Pressing his back against the wall, Mr. Squirrel refused to leave no matter what he said, he squeezed his paws, shook his head, his eyes were red, and he was so wronged that he was about to cry.

"Little monster, let's just take a look. Rose Manor is the most beautiful manor in Valta town, so let's take it for a sightseeing trip, shall we? If you can't figure out the design of the dress, we'll turn around and leave!" Mr. Weasel Crouching down, he patiently comforted the little squirrel.

"Really...really?" Mr. Squirrel sniffled and asked uncertainly.

"Of course it's true, I swear by Langge." Mr. Weasel raised his two paws and vowed.

"Then... well, the little monster can try it, just try it!"

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Squirrel mustered up his courage. He was led by Mr. Weasel and walked towards Rose Manor.

In fact, the little squirrel is also very interested in the design of the dress, but he has no confidence in himself. Fortunately, Mr. Weasel is there. If he is a goblin himself, he must hide far away.

Rose Manor is a well-known goblin-rich area in the small town of Valta. Buying a manor here is not spent on pennies, but on gold coins.

The whole community is in Baroque architectural style, the vaults are covered with statues and decorations, a dome rises in the middle of the cross, and the courtyard walls are covered with pink and red roses, which is very romantic and elegant.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

Mr. Squirrel stood under the courtyard wall, with his face upturned, and couldn't help but marvel.

How rich is a goblin to live in such a castle?

"Little monster, do you like the manor here?"

If he likes it, he can make money and buy a set, but he needs to travel to other towns in the Fairy Forest for a while. Mr. Weasel has just made some progress with the little squirrel, and he is really reluctant to part.

Hearing this, the little squirrel nodded lightly, then shook his head fiercely.

He foolishly confided in his heart: "I like it, but I like the small tree house renovated by Mr. Weasel even more."

Compared with the magnificent baroque style, mobs prefer the warm and loving pastoral style. In Mr. Squirrel's view, his small tree house is unique and a hut of love.

At the gate of the manor is the bodyguard hired by Mr. Peacock, Mr. Honey Badger in black and white uniform.

Mr. Honey Badger is from the 'Pingtouge Protection Agency', which is the best-known bodyguard company in Fairy Forest.

"Stop, what are you here for?"

Mr. Honey Badger stopped the way of Mr. Weasel and Mr. Squirrel very professionally, and began to conduct routine interrogation.

After all, Mr. Peacock is a well-known theatrical performer and dancer in the Fairy Forest. He has a large number of small fans, some of whom are irrational little fairies who will follow and peep, which makes Mr. Peacock very distressed.

Mr. Weasel took out the task list assigned by the Fairy Guild, and stated his purpose clearly and concisely.

After confirming that there was no problem, Mr. Honey Badger politely moved out of the way and let the two goblins into the manor.

The housekeeper of the manor is Mr. Alpaca. He wears a silver frame and a black tuxedo with a silver-gray vest inside and a black bow around his neck. He looks elegant and gentlemanly.

At the moment, he was standing at the gate of the manor, welcoming the two little elves who came to visit.

"Dear guests, afternoon tea has been prepared for you in the tea room. Mr. Peacock is here too. Please follow me." After speaking, he bowed slightly, turned around and walked ahead to lead the way.

The manor looks huge from the outside, and even bigger on the inside.

Walking in the long corridor, Mr. Squirrel, who had never seen the big world, couldn't help exclaiming one after another.

He was held by Mr. Weasel's hand and paw, and he looked a little cautious, but his small head was turning back and forth, and his big black eyes were full of curiosity.

In the yard, Miss Bowerbird is trimming the lush rose branches, Mr. Otter is cleaning the swimming pool, and Ms. Macaw is waving her wings and painting on the dome of the manor.

It uses colorful watercolors to trace the "Bunny Girl with a Pearl Earring" created by the famous painter in the Fairy Forest, Mr. Chameleon.

oh!Apollo the sun rat!

It turns out that there are elves living such a luxurious life in the Fairy Forest.

The tea room is located under a lush oak tree in the back garden, with a smooth marble dome surrounded by transparent glass, surrounded by various precious flowers and plants.

Juliet roses, Sri Lankan prickly pears, color-changing tulips, Sumatra flowers…

The little squirrel was dazzled, and the price of every flower and plant here made the squirrel tremble with fear.

In the tea room, Mr. Peacock was wearing a valuable silk nightgown and was lazily lying on the chaise longue.

He held a cup of rich and mellow hand-ground coffee in his paw, and took a sip from time to time.

Diatom mud was applied on the face to nourish the skin and fur, and beside them stood the two little raccoon sisters who were often interviewed by Fairy Forest Fashion Magazine.

The little raccoon sister is holding a hair curler in her paw, and she is arranging Mr. Peacock's feather crown, curling it into the most popular style this year.

The little raccoon sister combed Mr. Peacock's beautiful tail feathers with a small comb, sprayed a little perfume on it from time to time, and put a few diamonds on the roots of the feathers.

oh!Apollo the sun rat!

The real scene really opened the eyes of the mouse.

"Mr. Price, your guest has arrived."

Yes, Mr. Peacock's name is Prius, which means little prince in the goblin language.

The alpaca butler pushed open the glass door and made a paw gesture to Mr. Weasel and Mr. Squirrel behind him.

Mr. Weasel nodded generously in return, and walked in very naturally, but Mr. Squirrel who was following behind him was very disturbed.

He's just a pauper goblin, and the pennies for renovating the little tree house have been saved for a long time in a small piggy bank.

Stuff a little into it every day, then write and draw in the notebook, calculate how much is still missing, and count the days with my hands and claws, and finally look forward to the day when the small piggy bank will be filled.

A rich goblin like Mr. Peacock that Mr. Squirrel doesn't know how to deal with?

"Mr. Huang Lang, the mob is scared."

The paws were firmly stuck in place, and no matter how much the little squirrel cheered itself up, it refused to take a step. It seemed to have some ideas of its own, and it didn't listen to Mr. Squirrel's instructions at all.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. If he dares to make things difficult for the mob, I'll rush up and fight him, and let him taste my fist as big as a sandbag." Mr. Weasel waved his claws pretendingly, bared his teeth, and grinned. Mouth, looks very difficult to mess with.

Mr. Squirrel was amused, covered his mouth and smiled, and rolled his eyes. He completely forgot that he was still afraid. Mr. Weasel took the opportunity to lead him into the tea room.

Seeing a guest coming, Mr. Peacock put down the freshly ground coffee, raised his head and looked at the two little elves who had rushed to visit.

Workwear vest, big underpants, and a child on her feet, revealing her enchanting big toes.

Mr. Peacock looked Mr. Weasel from head to toe, curled his lips in disgust, and was very dissatisfied from the bottom of his heart.

My God, who gave him the courage to take on the dressmaking task issued by the opera house for a goblin with such taste?

He glanced away from Mr. Weasel and turned to look at the little squirrel behind him.

Because he was going to the small town of Varta today, Mr. Squirrel dressed up in the cloakroom before going out.

The upper body is a small orange sweater, the neckline is like a blooming sunflower, in front of him is a small cloth pocket that can be inserted from both sides, and the mob's shriveled money bag is stuffed in the cloth pocket.

The lower body is a pair of loose denim breeches, with a few holes from the thigh to the knee, revealing half of a mouse's leg, and a piece rolled up at the ankle, embroidered with a string of small daisies.

There is also a small sunflower hairpin of the same style as the sweater pinned next to the furry ears on the head.

It makes the whole mouse look pure and a little bit sexy.

Not gorgeous, not extravagant, but with ingenuity in the simplicity, it is a clear stream in fashion design.

Mr. Peacock slowly straightened up from the chaise longue, and he had to admit that he was a little moved.

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