Let go of that monster girl!

The cardinal's rat carriage procession moved in the center of the group, pulled by four large hamsters. The carriage was inlaid with silver patterns, and the fluorite lanterns hanging from the roof illuminated the entire vehicle, making it both magnificent and solemn.

Although it looks magnificent, considering the Cardinal's petite stature, the rat carriage is actually only about the size of a regular desk.

A fox-spirit saint leaned down slightly, bringing her face close to the small window of the rat-drawn carriage, and whispered:

"Your Grace, how should we report this matter to the Pope after we return to St. Hamburg?"

"Just report the facts. Do you think anyone can hide anything from the Holy Maiden?"

The fox-spirit saintess thought for a moment, then asked the question she really wanted to ask.

"Then how do you explain that we sold all the slave rats in the market?"

"Then just say there's not enough food, what else? Because that black-haired guy is a good person?"

The fox-spirit saintess fell silent and said no more.

After a long while, the cardinal stretched out a small hand, lifted the velvet curtain of the carriage window, and looked at the lively mouse girls outside the low hill in the distance.

With her other hand, she held up a special communication stone with a spiral pattern, lost in thought, and murmured to herself.

"Good people can also do terrible things because of their lack of ability."

"Great chaos is imminent."

"I hope you won't let me down."

The curtain fell, and the convoy disappeared into the darkness of the eternal night.

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Moren looked at the beast girl walking towards them, and the monster girl accompanying her.

The fewer the number of people, the bigger the problem.

Those who can walk through the dark area are generally not very human.

Moreover, Morren felt that they arrived precisely at the time the cardinal left.

As they got closer, the horse merchant's features became clearer; she had golden twin ponytails, one on top and one on the bottom.

The girl beside her looked unremarkable, with short chestnut hair and amber eyes, like any other girl you could see, quietly following the horse girl beside her.

Ignoring the lively rats and busy merchants around them, the two walked straight through the crowd towards Morren.

The horse-woman merchant stopped a few steps away and bowed slightly in a standard aristocratic gesture.

"Lord Morren of Dwarf Mountain, I have long admired you. I am a representative of the Golden Mane Merchant Guild, a subsidiary of the Carrot family."

She turned to the side and gestured to the girl next to her.

"This is a representative of the merchant guild under the Rune Workshop. I have long heard of the great reputation of the Dwarf Mountain New Market, and seeing it today, I can confirm that it lives up to its name. Such prosperity is truly rare in the Dark Zone. Your Excellency has managed it well."

Molen nodded politely. Although the Dwarf Hill Market had only been established for a month, and she didn't know where Molen had heard of it so much, she still exchanged pleasantries:

"Is Countess Carrot well?"

"My master is doing well, thank you for your concern."

The horse-woman merchant responded with a smile.

The horse girls possess remarkable long-distance running ability and combat prowess, a trait that is extremely useful when trading.

Although Moren didn't care much about which caravans were in the distance before taking over the market, since it was a merchant guild under the Kelot family, its strength must be considerable, and it would be a very powerful help to the Dwarf Mountain Market.

That's generally the case.

However, monster girl research masters like Moren are not so easily fooled.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the runic sword at his waist and smiled at the chestnut-haired girl.

"This Flesh Golem, the Blood Infusion Guild should have been classified as a cult and expelled from the Rune Workshop many years ago."

The merchant's smile remained unchanged.

“Being labeled a cult for violating the doctrines of the state religion is not uncommon in this day and age.”

"You should be able to tell easily that she is not a combat-type golem, and to show her sincerity, she is using meat that will not make you feel uncomfortable."

"Besides, on my way here, I saw quite a few members of the Flying Bread Cult. Harmless cults don't count as cults, right?"

That's quite polite.

Moren didn't have any hostility towards the flesh golems, as long as they didn't use those delicate meats.

However, the Carrot family, who value honor, sided with the merchant guild, which had a terrible reputation.

Well, most people probably wouldn't notice the difference in the girl next to him, but this carries a hint of a showdown with Aishan.

In this situation, if Molen couldn't see that the other party intended to meet with him secretly, then he would be far too obtuse.

After several meal times.

Baron's Tent.

Lyme huddled on a mat in the corner of the tent, looking uneasily at the two new guests.

The chestnut-haired girl stood motionless at the tent entrance, her chest rising and falling like a normal girl's, and she was even blinking.

The horse merchant glanced at Lyme.

Morren spoke:

"You can rest assured, just say what you want to say."

The horse merchant withdrew her gaze, a playful smile on her face, then changed her tone and got straight to the point.

“Your quirks are quite peculiar. Well then, I’ll be frank: the Carrot family wishes to purchase your secret formula.”

Mithril.

It's definitely not because Jimmy's cat is loose-lipped, otherwise it wouldn't have taken so long to come knocking.

But it was still much faster than Morren had expected, which shows that the Carrot family attaches great importance to this deal and may be searching for clues with all their might during this period.

What Morren was certain of was that since the source of the information wasn't Jimmy, their perspective was simply that a cat had brought a piece of mithril of unknown origin, with astonishing purity and an incomprehensible weight.

They couldn't be sure whether Moron had discovered a mithril hoard or truly possessed the secret formula for refining this metal that shouldn't exist in the world.

She's deceiving herself.

If you refuse at this point, it will only confirm that you have a secret recipe. Just play dumb.

Molen smiled and shrugged.

"Refined sugar is a trade secret and is not for sale."

The horse-riding merchant smiled without saying a word.

Molen smiled but remained silent.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Lem also remained silent, looking foolish.

The horse merchant broke the silence first, speaking with great confidence:

“Then, Baron, we are willing to buy all of your ‘sugar’ at twice the price, however much you need.”

Uh……

Molen was stunned.

I was stunned by the girl's reckless remark.

Does she really think of herself as a minor baron in the Dark District?

This……

It seems they really don't know what the dark hand of capitalism is.

But doing so would directly disrupt the nascent order of the hills, so Molen wasn't in a hurry to teach them about industrial dumping.

However, her statement confirmed Morren's suspicion that the Carrot family did not truly know the Dwarf Mountain's trump card.

That's a bit strange," Morren said, looking at the golem girl standing guard outside the tent.

They were in such a hurry, even bringing a notorious golem girl with them, to come to the Rat Girl Market to do business, and they were even hiding from the Exterminator Army.

What are they trying to do?

Chapter 134 Negotiation

Well...

Molen fell into thought.

First, we can rule out the possibility that it was to buy a love doll for oneself.

While handsome and customizable golems are indeed a top choice for many noble ladies to relieve their loneliness at night and avoid scandals, they are also a decent and respectable gift.

But if the Chamber of Commerce had truly considered this, then what they sent should have been a…

White hair, red eyes, white stockings, jade feet, proud twin ponytail loli mother.

cough cough.

It should definitely be a giant humanoid combat mech with a red and blue color scheme, a standard V-shaped antenna on its head, and a cold and angular mask.

Of course, combining them is also an option.

The Carrot family may simply be looking to conduct legitimate business, but the Bloodline Guild, a black market organization comparable to the Santalin Guild in the Gate of Dracula, has questionable motives.

Molen Picasso pondered.

Molen gave up thinking.

It's just business, why think so much?

Let's get in touch first, and then observe the other issues gradually.

Molen leaned back in his chair, spread his hands, and revealed a relaxed expression as if he were rich.

“Aishan is not short of money. Aishan has so many copper coins that even the Rat Girl would use them to make pots. What goods can you provide that ordinary merchants cannot?”

The horse-riding merchant smiled and brushed a strand of her long golden hair aside, her tone calm and confident:

"The Chamber of Commerce can provide any common goods at preferential prices and in very large quantities."

That's quite a boast.

Molen thought for a moment, then straightened up and said:

"I need saltpeter, dolomite, and plenty of spices, berry seeds, animal fat, lots of coarse salt, and pure quartz sand."

"Wood tar, pine resin, sulfur powder, bone meal, cryolite, lime, and fish oil. Oh, and if we could get rubber tree sap, that would be even better."

"Saltpeter can be used to cool down and preserve food. I also plan to try building a greenhouse. As for other things, I can make some small handicrafts for the mice."

Molen looked completely at ease and made up a few reasons.

Most of it is for fun, but another part contains Morren's future plans.

As the horse-riding merchant listened, a smile gradually appeared on her face, as if she felt that she had analyzed some kind of pattern, confirming some of her conjectures.

If she can figure out the secrets of molten salt electrolysis just by relying on this mixed list of goods, then Morren can only say that he is a cut above the rest.

Molen smiled and continued:

“I believe the Carrot family sent people here not just to earn some silver coins. If we sign a commercial contract with Dwarf Mountain, we are happy to provide Dwarf Mountain’s unique goods.”

The horse merchant nodded, her face still bearing the calm smile of someone who had everything under control.

She was clearly convinced that these were all just superficial transactions to cover up the Mithril shipments.

But immediately, her expression froze completely.

Because Morren casually rummaged through the toolbox behind him and found:

A nut and a screw.

He slipped the nut onto the screw, pinched the edge between his thumb and forefinger, and casually flicked it. The nut spun smoothly down the threads and then back up, without any hesitation, so smooth it was breathtaking.

He casually placed the remaining nuts on the table.

The horse merchant's pupils dilated suddenly, and the edge of the table creaked as she gripped it tightly, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying. She froze in her seat, unable to utter a word.

Molen remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was quite satisfied as he scrutinized the horse merchant's expression.