Favorite of the Beast-world: I Got Rich Through Farming-Chapter 397 - 270: Kidnapped? Demon Beast King. Tell Your City Lord.

After Ze Sheng left, there was truly no one to talk or play with her. It felt like she was all alone in her own world, and she couldn’t help but wait by the window for his return.

She couldn’t reveal her human form in front of anyone else—he had specifically warned her about it. Although she didn’t know why, she still listened to him.

’But... days like this are so boring.’

The little white fox leaped down from the large bed, which was covered in soft, velvety quilts. Its big, fluffy white tail swayed back and forth as it padded to the door.

Beneath her paws was a snow-white carpet, as soft as a cloud. Even the sharp corners of the table and chairs were wrapped in soft animal hide, a testament to the care and gentleness of the one who had decorated the room.

"Awoo..."

With some effort, she nudged the door open.

A Beast Servant by the door hurried over, asking in a gentle voice, "What’s wrong, Your Highness? Are you hungry, or is there something else you need?"

They had all mistaken her for Ze Sheng’s cub.

When the little fox didn’t respond, the Beast Servant assumed the cub was too young to understand the common tongue of the Beast Clan. He quickly pointed to his open mouth. "Ah—eat. This means hungry. Eat!" At the same time, he jabbed the Beast Servant next to him with his elbow. "Quick, go get a Beastman from the Fox Clan! Only a member of the Fox Clan can understand their language!"

Wamiya watched all of this with a cool gaze. ’...’ ’I’m not a cub, you know!’ she thought, her cheeks puffing in frustration. ’I really want to just speak up!’

Outside, the sun was bright and the air was clear. The rich fragrance of flowers, grass, and trees washed over her, refreshing her spirit.

She had just been cooped up inside for too long and wanted to go out for a walk to get some fresh air.

Seeing the little cub run right past them without a sideways glance, the Beast Servants quickly followed.

Wamiya was getting annoyed. She wanted to shake them, so she deliberately sought out secluded corners and holes in the walls. Taking advantage of her small size, she squeezed through and finally escaped their annoying, watchful eyes.

She found herself in a vast, lush sea of flowers.

It was an enormous garden Ze Sheng had built just for her, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Yip~" She dove into the endless sea of flowers, rolling around with abandon. The blossoms were so dense and the foliage so lush that not a speck of dust clung to her soft, white fur.

As dusk began to fall, she decided to head home. However, she looked around and couldn’t get her bearings. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

A hint of confusion appeared in her round, purple eyes.

’It seems... I’m lost.’

Her ears twitched. She heard footsteps nearby. The flowers, half as tall as a person, easily concealed her. She calmly held her breath and waited.

Suddenly, the ground not far from her erupted, leaving a large crater.

??!

She snapped her head around in surprise.

A massive shadow suddenly fell over her. It was a large sack, its opening tied shut with thick vines by several Beastmen. "We got it! This must be the one those guys wanted. It’ll definitely sell for a good price!"

A pungent, cloying scent filled her nose and mouth. She struggled for only a moment before her consciousness faded to black.

...

It was a small border town with chaotic streets. Being far from the Royal City, it was outside any real jurisdiction, so black markets and traffickers flourished.

As long as you were willing to pay, someone would take the job. The town was full of desperate men with no moral compass.

The shouts of vendors hawking their wares on the street woke Wamiya.

The air she breathed was hot, stuffy, and foul.

Her body had been jostled the entire way. She struggled to open her eyes, blinking into the total darkness. Only then did she remember: she’d been kidnapped by Beastmen and stuffed into a sack.

’Who would dare to openly kidnap a cub in the Royal City? Should I blame the Royal City’s guards for being too lax, or are these Beastmen just that reckless? Oh, it seems these Beastmen tunneled their way in. Could they be Marmot Beastmen?’

A short while ago, the beast-fighting competition in this small border town had just ended, and large numbers of tribal Beastmen were now pouring out of the city. Wamiya scratched two small holes in the sack with her claws, allowing her to get a rough view of the outside.

The Beastmen who had kidnapped her all had shaggy, yellowish-brown fur and sharp, crafty faces. Their two large front teeth were particularly striking—they really did look like marmots.

The seven or eight beast markings on their arms indicated they were High Rank Beastmen of considerable strength.

These Marmot Beastmen were speaking with a large group of other Beastmen. They gave them a few Crystal Cores, wanting to join their caravan. The groups exchanged nods of acknowledgement, and the discussion was quickly over.

One of the Marmot Beastmen briskly stepped forward and hoisted the sack from the ground onto his shoulder.

Wamiya’s body was suddenly lifted into the air, and she almost cried out in alarm. Fortunately, she clapped a paw over her mouth, swallowing the sound before it could escape.