Let go of that monster girl!

As the ashes gradually settled, in the direction of the new market in the distance, the rat girls and other refugees gathered by the Holy Egg Hatching Society began to cautiously emerge from the ruins, looking around at the devastated land with curiosity and fear.

"I offer you all my treasures."

Molen fell silent.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind.

In the end, he simply took a step forward and moved closer to her.

Reach out.

Instead of catching the two emblems, he put his index and middle fingers together and gently tapped Bai Longniang's head.

Like punishing a naughty mouse girl.

"You're such an idiot."

Saintess Dragon smiled slightly.

There was no sadness in that smile, only a hint of regret.

Then she lowered her head and whispered:

"Perhaps, I've always been that very clumsy little white dragon..."

Her body turned into shimmering ashes from her toes, wisps of which detached from her outline and drifted away in the night wind.

Chapter 128 (4k) The Aftermath of the Royal Capital

The setting sun was warm and gentle.

The Kingdom of the Marigold Mouse Girl.

The outskirts of the capital.

In the ancient rat-girl language, "river bend" and "short legs" are homophones, both pronounced "ham." The mountain fortress defending the army is called a "fortress," hence the capital of the rat-girl kingdom is called:

Santa Barbara Hamburger.

A luxuriously decorated aristocratic hamster carriage was being pulled by a large, sleek hamster. The hamster was round and golden, with a durable leather harness around its neck, and its four chubby short paws were faster than a horse's.

The rat-shaped carriage had a black paint finish favored by noble ladies, and small fluorite lanterns hung from the four corners of the roof. It was only half the size of an ordinary carriage.

Whether it was to take a shortcut or because the strange young lady inside had some peculiar fetish, it's unclear.

It hurriedly turned into a narrow alley, its wheels rolling over the murky water of the slum, crushing the foul-smelling mud, splashing up two dirty sprays of water that soaked the dilapidated wooden walls of the shacks on both sides of the alley.

The evening breeze lifted the carriage curtain, and a one-eyed rat girl flashed past behind it.

Behind the windows and fences of those shacks, pairs of small eyes stared anxiously at us.

Cheshire, oblivious to the fact that a few silver coins slipped through her fingers and sank into the wet mud, stretched one small hand out of the window, palm down.

The mouse cart didn't stop; the hamster ran even faster, and the sound of the wheels quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

Only after the carriage had driven far away did a few timid little heads peek out from those dilapidated shacks.

The ragged rat-girls cautiously approached, their little feet wading in the sewage. They bent down and stretched out their dirty little hands to feel for a few silver glimmers of light in the filth.

He found the smallest one, quickly clutched it to his chest, and looked around.

But she was quickly pushed into the mud from behind, and the silver coin was snatched from her hand by a much larger fox.

The little mouse lay in the sewage, neither crying nor resisting, but slowly crawling up and looking up towards the city.

On a brightly lit tower in the distance, a huge portrait celebrating the upcoming anniversary of the Marigold Uprising is being hung up by the craftsman rats.

The portrait was tens of meters tall and extremely well-made, depicting the queen wearing a crown.

Queen Victoria.

In the portrait, she is dignified and beautiful, with a dignified face, firm eyes, holding a marigold scepter in both hands, and wearing a pure white coronation robe.

The low-mountain mole's light gray hair was well concealed beneath the magnificent crown.

The artist deliberately darkened her hair color to make her look more noble and worthy of the faith of all.

More than ten years ago, it was the great Queen Victoria who won the magnificent Marigold Rebellion, overthrowing the tyranny of the fox girls and bringing peace and liberation to tens of millions of rat girls in the kingdom.

Even the poorest rat tribe outside the royal city would involuntarily puff out their little chests when they thought of Queen Victoria's great glory.

The elderly rat woman driving the carriage had gray hair and spoke very slowly. She didn't turn around, but softly spoke into the carriage:

“Miss, you’re doing this again. Even if you give them silver coins and food, they won’t stay. They’ll just get another beating.”

Chesie sat casually sideways in the car, one leg crossed over the other, her one eye fixed on the dilapidated shacks flashing past the window. Her face showed no disappointment, and her tone held no hint of resentment.

"It's an old problem, I can't change it."

She thought of the South, some faraway place.

The rat-cart quickly passed through the dilapidated shantytown and turned onto the main street. The neatly paved stone road replaced the muddy alley, and the buildings on both sides became more orderly.

Upon reaching the city gate, the heavily guarded rat girls were dressed in standard rat girl half-body armor, since there weren't many things that could attack the rat girls' lower bodies.

Upon seeing the marigold emblem hanging on the rat-cart, the guarding rat girls simply stood at attention, saluted, and watched the rat-cart pass by, heading towards the inner city.

Once you enter Santa Barbara, the scenery on both sides of the rat car is completely different.

The wide main street is lined with rebuilt stone buildings, and the walls still bear the marks of war and the repaired craters. The new stone and old brick walls are pieced together, recording the catastrophe and rebirth that this city has experienced.

But those scars are now covered with flowers and ribbons.

Every rat girl in the city was busy preparing for the anniversary of the uprising, hanging lanterns on ladders, painting on the ground, and running from one end of the street to the other with a large bunch of marigolds.

The atmosphere was festive, with marigolds selling out and creating a holiday atmosphere.

"This is hanging crooked, move it a little to the left."

"Is there enough paint? Go get another bucket."

The smiles on their faces were genuine and came from the heart.

Santa Barbara Hamburger.

A land of bread and lettuce, flowing with cream and tomato sauce.

Hamburgers will attract little mice, but they are destined not to be able to feed all the mouse girls.

The more glorious it is, the more the Rat Girl sees it as hope, and the dirtier its surroundings become.

Nobles from various races hurried to the inner city with all sorts of gifts. Fox-woman nobles carried brocade gift boxes, cat-woman merchants pushed carts full of flowers, and rabbit-woman envoys from the East held gilded official documents. They all headed in the same direction.

Cheshire parked the rat car in front of a small roadside stall.

It's an ordinary bread stall, ordinary in every way.

The stall owner was an ordinary mouse girl, wearing an ordinary apron, and the grill in front of her was full of long strips of bread, each covered with a thick layer of sugar cubes.

Chesie stuck a hand out of the car window and held up one finger.

"Want to buy a squeak?"

"everything at once."

The stall owner, Mouse Girl, carefully wrapped the sugar cube bread in oil paper and loaded it into the carriage. Cheshire dropped a gold coin, ignored the surprised Mouse Girl, and continued towards the inner city.

Sugar cube bread—only a mouse girl could create such an insane food. The surface of the rough bread is half-covered with a whole layer of melted sugar cubes, undoubtedly a calorie bomb, only suitable for a mouse girl who loves sweets the most.

The rat-drawn carriage drove into the inner city.

The atmosphere in the inner city suddenly became solemn, with fully armed guard rats standing on both sides of the road, their armor and longswords gleaming with rune light.

At the foot of the Queen's Castle, the banquet was about to begin, and nobles were entering, but there wasn't a single rat girl among them.

Cheshire jumped off the rat carriage, completely ignoring the convoy of noble carriages ahead, and cut directly to the front.

Instead of taking out the invitation, she took a sugar cube bread from the paper bag and waved it in front of one of the guarding mouse girls.

"Here, have one."

The guard rat girl's gaze shifted back and forth between the bread and Cheshire's face several times. Since she had no pockets, she placed the bread on her helmet.

Then, she carefully raised her small hand that wasn't holding the spear and slapped it against her ear.

"Lady Cheshire, you've worked hard! Her Majesty the Queen is waiting for you! Squeak!"

Cheshire nodded and stepped into the castle.

The hall was filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter as nobles from various ethnic groups, dressed in magnificent gowns, strolled around.

A fox-woman noblewoman noticed Chexi's figure, raised her wine glass, and greeted her with a smile.

"Lady Cheshire, it's been a long time. That thing I mentioned to you last time..."

Cheshire didn't even glance at her, and walked straight past her.

The fox spirit's hand, holding the wine glass, froze awkwardly in mid-air, her smile frozen on her face.

Cheshire walked through the bustling hall and the brightly lit corridors, without being stopped by any of the guards or rat girls.

And so, carrying a bag of cheap sugar cubes, she reached the top of the castle.

From the terrace at the highest point of the castle, you can overlook the entire Santa Fe Hamburg.

Nearby, the warm light emanates from the banquet hall where people are toasting and laughing, while in the distance, the urban area is under reconstruction, with scaffolding and new buildings showing busy outlines in the setting sun.

Further away, beyond the city walls, lay a vast slum with only a few scattered lights, almost blending into the increasingly thick darkness of the night.

Cheshire didn't say anything; she wasn't the type to indulge in sentimentality. She turned around and pushed open the door to the Queen's reception room.

The room behind the door is large, and you can see the extravagant taste of the previous owner. The gilded relief on the ceiling and the velvet wallpaper on the walls are still in place because they are embedded in the building structure and cannot be removed.

But apart from those that couldn't be removed, all the luxury items have been completely removed.

Instead, there were mountains of books and files.

Paper was everywhere—on the table, on the chair, and on the floor. Stacks of official documents formed a paper tower taller than the mouse girl. A fluorite lamp sat atop the mountain of documents, casting a flickering light in this paper maze where fire safety was extremely questionable.

Deep within the labyrinth sat a gray-haired rat girl.

The current Queen, Victoria Russell, whose real name is Chamomile, is a heroine of the Marigold Rebellion and the founder of the kingdom.

Right now, this arrogant queen, who has tens of millions of rat girls, is wearing a simple cotton nightgown with a plain little floral pattern, showing absolutely no royal grandeur.

Her light gray short hair was casually spread out, with a few stray strands sticking to her forehead.

A thin needle was inserted into the back of his left hand, connected to an IV bottle hanging on a nearby shelf, and an unknown liquid was slowly dripping into the tube.

She looked extremely ordinary and extremely tired, with heavy dark circles under her eyes. She was completely encased in a chair that was two sizes larger than her slender body, surrounded by thick stacks of documents.

She's just a rat girl you could find anywhere in the kingdom.

To her right was a dish meticulously prepared by the court chef. The food on the silver plate was beautifully presented, but it had only been touched once, with the fork and spoon stuck directly into it, before it was casually tossed onto the table.

Chesie walked in very casually, passing by several paper towers.

He casually pulled up a chair opposite the Queen and sat down, placing the paper bag on the only remaining small empty piece of the table.

“My dear little chamomile, I have brought you one bad news and another bad news and a third bad news, and one good news. Which would you like to hear first?”

The gray-haired ratwoman didn't even look up. Her pen moved swiftly across the official document before her, adding a line of small annotations, before she spoke:

"Let's hear the bad news first."

"The first piece of bad news is that the Carrot family and the Flying Bread Cult are making some very unruly moves, and they will probably take action within six months."

Cheshire pulled a file from her bosom and placed it over the mountain of documents in front of the Queen.

The gray-haired mouse girl glanced at the markings on the cover and placed it at the bottom of the stack of unprocessed documents on her left.

"Yes, I have my own plans."

"The second piece of bad news is that I went to inspect the construction progress of several future Moon Destroyer Refuges in the northern part of the kingdom. The corruption of those snake women was very serious, and I dealt with them all."

"Good, well done."

"The third piece of bad news is that the State Religion's experiment in the Dark Zone has failed."

Cheshire handed over a third file, the cover of which had a spiral emblem on it, the ink still fresh.

"Yes, the church messenger has reported back. Has the cause been found?"

The gray-haired rat girl glanced at it a few more times this time, flipping to the first page of the file and scanning a few lines.

"The dragon suddenly exposed itself after the experiment was completed. The specific reason is still under investigation."