Let go of that monster girl!

"Protected by the laws of the Kingdom, enjoying the right to set prices independently and tax exemption for three years!"

"All caravans entering the market must abide by the market regulations established by the Baron of Dwarf Mountain. Violators will be punished by the market manager in accordance with the regulations!"

"This permission is granted by the Kingdom and notarized by the Cardinal, and is effective immediately!"

The following are the licensing details!

The mice watching below tilted their little heads up, their faces full of confusion, blinking their eyes, clearly not understanding at all.

"What is she saying?"

"She said this is the Baron's market, the Rat Girl's market, squeak."

"Squeak!"

A brief cheer erupted, followed by the sounds of other mice coming from the back row.

"The Baron says all mice can get a month's worth of candy in advance! Go get yours now!"

So the rats that had been watching all turned around and rushed away in a flash.

On the high platform, the cardinal was halfway through his reading when he looked down and saw that only a few obedient beast girl merchants remained standing below.

The white-haired, red-eyed cardinal shrugged, showing no airs whatsoever, and slapped the license into Jimmy's arms, who had been standing beside him the whole time.

"I'm not feeling that way anymore anyway, how about buying me a drink?"

"Meow……"

A massive swarm of rats emerged from all parts of the camp, forming a spectacular procession that, from a distance, resembled a moving ocean of round ears.

Accompanied by a deafening creaking sound, the spectacle was truly astonishing.

The foreman rat stood on a wooden crate by the roadside, holding a brass megaphone and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone find your own squad leader! Register and then the squad leader will lead the group! Don't make a mess!"

"Don't make a mess!"

Fox Seventeen sat behind the exchange point, a gentle smile on his face, and handed a stack of neatly arranged cards to the rats in line.

"This is your class's share. Just count it and sign it."

She moved with practiced ease and a smile, checking and registering the number of each document on the spot.

Behind her, the yellow-haired fox girl was struggling to drag a large box of sugar. Her tail was so tired that she could no longer wag. After finally managing to move the box onto a larger pile of sugar, she slid to the side of the box and panted.

Because the wages were distributed in one lump sum to the team leaders, who then distributed them among themselves, the entire process of advance payment of multiple wages proceeded unexpectedly smoothly.

A mouse girl who received a card held up a stack of cardboard pieces in her hand, looked at them again and again, then scratched her round ears, picked up a card, brought it to her mouth and took a bite.

"Not sweet."

"Is this a candy? It doesn't look like one."

She held the cardboard above her head and examined it carefully in the light of the fluorite lamp, turning it over and over.

The candy coupons are quite cute; they're small pieces of cardboard, about the size of a mouse's palm, with a silhouette of a mouse girl holding up a candy and cheering, and the words "100 Candies" in big letters on the back.

The ink color is different on sugar coupons of different denominations.

The coupons for 100 candies are red, those for 50 candies are green, those for 10 candies are black, and there are also small coupons for 5 and 1 candies.

The ink had a very distinctive floral scent and glowed faintly in the dark. The rats had never seen this kind of paint before, and it certainly seemed very difficult to counterfeit.

The leader of the group clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"The secretary said she was worried that the mice would stuff all the candy into their mouths and become fat mice, and that it would be inconvenient to hold the candy in their hands, so she used small cards instead."

"When the opening celebration ends, anyone with the card can go to her and exchange it for the corresponding number of sugar cubes!"

The mice all looked toward the tall stack of sugar boxes behind Fox Seventeen, and through the gaps in the lids, they could see that the boxes were well stocked with sugar cubes.

Although I didn't understand it very well, I still understood that sugar coupons are sugar.

Small groups of rats soon surged out of the camp again, their round ears overflowing through the fence gate and flowing towards the surrounding market area.

The rats marched in a grand procession through the main passage of the market area, where the shops on both sides had become quite formalized.

Although there are still many temporary shops set up in tents, all the signs have been changed to pictures as required. The shop selling combs has a picture of a comb, the shop selling hair ties has a picture of a hair tie, and the shop selling food has a picture of a steaming bowl with a sugar cube labeled behind it.

Simple and clear, convenient for illiterate mouse girls.

Merchants had taken over sugar trading one after another during this period, and naturally, they had been informed of the rules of sugar coupons by Fox Seventeen.

"This looks good, how much candy is there?"

"Five will do, little cutie."

"I want this, and that too!"

"Wow, this ribbon is so pretty, I want the red one."

"The red ones are sold out, meow. How about the pink ones, meow?"

"It should squeak too."

The mice scattered to the front of each stall, tiptoeing and scrambling against the counters, holding up colorful candy coupons and squeaking and clamoring for this and that, keeping the shopkeepers busy and flustered.

A militia rat stood in the middle of the passage, its small wooden stick pointing forward.

"Squeak! Mouse cake found! Concentrate fire on squeak!"

"Squeak!" "Squeak!"

Apart from a few of the smartest cat traders, most other traders are unaware of an important problem.

A fox-woman merchant wiped the sweat from her brow, stood up from behind the counter, and looked out, her gaze passing over the edge of the counter.

All I could see were a bunch of round mouse ears and little hands raised high, holding cards of various colors and waving them around.

Her counter was designed to be the height of a normal adult beast girl; you couldn't even see a rat's forehead.

It seems that after this opening ceremony, the average height of the stalls in Aishanbei Market will decrease by more than forty centimeters.

Those participating in this grand event were far more than just the rat girls under the jurisdiction of Dwarf Mountain.

A very tall, black-haired wolf girl walked between the shops, carrying a large bag of food in her arms and a piece of dried meat in her mouth.

Behind her followed several slightly shorter yellow dog girls, only three heads taller than the mouse girl, each carrying a large bag of snacks, their tongues lolling out and their tails wagging like propellers.

In a tent in the corner, a cat merchant was talking to a snake girl, pointing at the list of goods in front of him.

"How about we pay with a candy coupon? Otherwise, getting change is a hassle."

The cat merchant suggested, waving a few red candy coupons in his hand.

The snake woman flicked her tongue and nodded.

Several rat girls wearing armbands with the logo of Dwarf Mountain guarded a stall, in front of which were displayed various exquisite copper and iron pots, pans, and bowls, which were finely crafted and polished to a shine.

Since these items are distributed for free inside the low mountains, they are mainly purchased by visiting caravans and passing travelers.

A female merchant carrying a large bag poked her head out and asked.

"I have silver coins, where can I exchange them for candy coupons, woof?"

At the other end of the market area, several octopus-girl nuns were using their heads to simultaneously throw and catch ten colorful balls.

A large group of beast girls gathered around, their mouths agape, uttering gasps of surprise.

Several other octopus-girl nuns took the opportunity to push their carts into the crowd, with several large jars of liquid emitting a pale blue-green light on them.

"This is the bathwater from the Flying Bread! It's so delicious it'll melt in your mouth, and any trash you throw in will dissolve instantly! All you need is two pieces of sugar!"

It was just ordinary seawater from the Glowing Sea. Some knowledgeable beast girls recognized it and quickly moved away.

"These are the hairs that the flying giant bread shed when it took a bath!"

It's seaweed, it bites, and it can grow up to your head.

"This is a small bathtub toy shaped like a flying bread."

A ship, the latter half of which had melted away; I don't know how they managed to transport it here.

Although these odd items being sold on the sly looked bizarre, lacking the sea crystals and whispering pearls that merchants favored, they were so cheap that people actually flocked to them.

Several octopus-girl nuns couldn't help but get excited. Their missionary instincts kicked in, and they all shouted at the top of their lungs in a strange tone.

"Paan'khe voro! Big bread is giving out candy! Paan'khe voro! Big bread is giving out candy!"

Several fish-headed, human-bodied merfolk women in the crowd changed their expressions drastically and turned to run away.

Several mermaid girls in wheelchairs also changed their expressions drastically, pushing hard on the wheel hubs with both hands and starting to drift.

On the other side of the market, in an open space away from the octopus girl, several beautiful figures stood out. Their skin was fair and glowing, their ears were long and thin, and they were dressed in simple nun's clothes. They were singing softly together.

The singing was ethereal and melodious, like the ebb and flow of the ocean tide.

It attracted many passing mice to stop and listen intently.

They each had a glowing lantern hanging from their waists, the white light inside flowing endlessly, but it didn't illuminate anything around them.

"Those older sisters are so pretty!"

"They're glowing, it's amazing."

"Those ears are so long, are they from an elf?"

Siren?

Molen turned his head and glanced around; it was the first time he had ever seen a siren leave the city.

These newly born spirits, whose history is not very long, should not have left the protection area of ​​the Sea City Lighthouse.

Although they and the Octopus Girl are both followers of the Flying Bread Cult, they belong to a completely different branch with a different doctrine, and are extremely radical in a different way.

They lacked their missionary tendencies, and were even mortal enemies of them.

How did I end up here?

Before Morren could figure it out, he and Lyme were immediately surrounded by a bunch of giggling rats.

"Baron, please eat this."

"Sister Lyme eats too."

"This rat biscuit is so delicious! I just bought it!"

The mice scrambled to stuff all sorts of food into Lime's hands and mouth: sugar cakes, dried fruit, fried dough, roasted nuts. Lime didn't have time to refuse and swallowed them one by one into his translucent body.

Her body visibly swelled, its volume continuously increasing.

She desperately tried to avoid turning into a giant lime in the crowd, clutching the edge of her skirt tightly to prevent it from ripping open in public, and constantly casting pleading glances at Moren.

A group of rats swarmed in front of Morren, holding up various small items in front of him, and several of them were waving candy coupons.

"Baron, Baron!"

"The Baron's new invention is so useful! This candy coupon isn't like a candy block; it doesn't get your hands dirty even if you hold it for a long time!"

Sugar coupons?

The Baron's new invention?

Molen took a candy coupon from a mouse and examined it from all angles.

When was it invented?

hiss……

It seems like just a few days ago, we asked the cat breeders to find a way to solve the problem of the sugar melting.

Thoughts on being listed on Zhiwa

First, squeak!

It's finally available.

I typed a lot of unnecessary words, but I silently deleted them all in the end.

(bow down)

Along the way, I have relied entirely on the support of my readers. If it weren't for your comments, I certainly wouldn't have been able to persevere until now.

The author reads every comment and has even dropped some pearls.