Let go of that monster girl!

"I am the Rat Girl."

The sulfur raised its head.

The mysterious creature in front of me had a small iron pot from the Rat Girl's Diner on its head, and its black hair hung messily from under the pot's rim and draped over its shoulders.

She bent slightly over, trying to make herself appear shorter.

The sulfur fell silent.

"name?"

"squeak."

"I'm asking for your name."

"Mouse, mouse mother squeak."

Chapter 142 Little Horse's Big Changes

In addition to the new market, the countdown sign has also been erected in several major settlements, including Aishan and Xianhua Town.

Today, the plank has officially been turned over [89].

This serves as a reminder to everyone that the peaceful life we ​​enjoy today is merely a brief respite from the storm.

The snow is about to start falling again.

Flower Town.

Labor reform center.

The layout of the camp was similar to other newly built camps in the low mountains, with a stone watchtower in the middle. Several firing ports were opened on the four sides of the watchtower, and various large bang-bang devices were mounted inside.

A low wall, about waist-high, surrounded the pillbox, enclosing a small courtyard for the militia rats' daily training and living.

Outside the courtyard was a ring of low stone houses and tents, with several signs erected at the intersection.

The tents of the noble ladies were all replaced with the uniform style of the low hill.

Those troublemakers and high-criminal nobles all went to where they were supposed to be in the first few days.

The Knights of Carrot who assisted in the battle, as well as the young ladies from other families who were willing to pay ransoms, had long since returned to the north.

The rest.

There was no abuse, but there was also no preferential treatment whatsoever.

It was as if they were completely insignificant.

"It's freezing!"

Several former noble ladies, wrapped in their only clothes, huddled in the tent around a makeshift stove, rubbing their hands and grumbling.

"This wretched place doesn't even have a fireplace! When I was in the castle, my bedroom had a fireplace and three fireplaces in the winter, and the blankets were made of white goose down!"

"How long does that guy named Moran intend to keep us locked up?"

When will he return the territory?

"Dream on."

A cold voice replied.

According to the customary law of noble territories prevalent in the Middle Ages, when a territory loses its original lord due to war or disaster, the first nobleman to take actual control of the territory by force and maintain order for more than a full season can apply to the royal family for temporary takeover.

But this customary law was ultimately just a formality, because it had already been occupied and could not be taken back by itself, and the Queen disdained to deal with those incompetent minor nobles, so it was just used to shut up those fleeing nobles.

It wasn't because of legal support that Morren controlled these territories; rather, it was because Morren already controlled these territories that the law supported him.

In theory, anyone with blood ties to the original family can apply for a ruling, provided she is willing to fight Aishan.

"Once the family finds out, they will definitely send troops to flatten the hill!"

"Come on, he even killed that dragon, your family would be more than happy for him to take you in as a slave."

"You're too old, you definitely don't have a chance."

"I've only just turned 18!"

That's exactly what I meant.

A slightly older nobleman with deer ears sighed.

"I heard that if you voluntarily give up your noble status, you can choose to go to the new market and save up the ransom faster."

"So you're really planning to pay the ransom?"

"Otherwise, I think the Baron's price is quite fair."

"You actually called him 'Baron,' ugh~ disgusting."

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

The sound of railway tracks vibrating came from afar as a rat train slowly approached the camp from the mine tracks.

Three low-slung freight cars were towed behind, filled with wooden crates of various sizes.

After the train came to a complete stop, a dozen or so mouse girls wearing aprons jumped down from the carriages and began carrying boxes.

Their movements were swift and coordinated; two mice carried one box each, and they quickly moved them all.

The noble ladies watched as the rats unloaded the boxes one by one and stacked them on the ground, their expressions becoming complicated.

“That black-haired rat over there used to be my maid, but she doesn’t call me master anymore.”

“My family used to have a very big garden, which was full of golden bell flowers in spring.”

“My family used to have twenty mouse maids. Every morning, five of them had to wash up together.”

"Twenty is nothing. I have fifty rats tending to my garden alone."

“My family owns a hot spring resort in the north, and we go there to spend the winter every year.”

"My house also has a hot spring! It's three times bigger than yours!"

"You dare call that lousy puddle a hot spring?"

"What did you say!"

The memories drifted further and further away, even bringing up events from before they fell into the dark zone, each one more outrageous than the last.

"My banquet hall can seat three thousand people!"

"My family owns 10 billion hectares of land in the north!"

A short lizard girl sat against the wall, munching on the mushroom pancakes given to her while watching the noisy group of young ladies, shaking her head repeatedly.

She was originally a destitute noblewoman who was starving to death, and her territory consisted of only a pile of stones that was about to collapse and a wasteland where no weeds could grow.

Mushroom pancakes taste much better than dirt.

As she chewed, she recognized the tall beast girl who was practically calling herself a queen. She was also a fallen noblewoman who had once stolen the last of her family's food supplies.

"Winter clothes are being distributed!!"

The foreman rat stood beside the train, holding a brass megaphone, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The ladies who had just claimed to own 10 billion hectares of land in the north immediately stood up and swarmed toward the Rat Girl Train.

The militia rats held up short sticks and poked their buttocks with the ends of the sticks.

"Line up, line up with the worker mice, squeak!"

Some noble ladies grumbled and whined, while others had already taken action. Those who were grumbling and whining realized they were falling behind and quickly caught up.

Foreman Rat raised the megaphone again.

"Each person can receive two items. If you want more, you'll need a candy coupon!"

The box was opened, and inside were neatly folded pieces of light red clothing, which felt soft and thick to the touch.

The ladies excitedly unfolded the clothes, examined them against the light, ran their fingers over the fabric's texture, and then turned them over to check the seams.

"This cloth..."

They even forgot to complain.

Even in times of peace, one wouldn't dare make such fine fabric into everyday clothes.

They actually gave everyone two items.

All the clothes looked exactly the same, the only difference being the size.

The ladies in line behind them started to tiptoe to look ahead, and the noisy complaints gradually turned into whispers.

At the front of the line, a beast girl clutched her dirty and tattered noble dress, hesitating to reach out and accept the new clothes.

If we wore the same clothes, wouldn't we really look just like the little mice?

A slightly older wolf girl next to her glanced at her and snorted through her nose.

"Hmph, just buy an extra one, take it apart, pull out the thread and fabric, and you can sew whatever pattern you want, right?"

The beast girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly took the clothes.

Then they looked at the price list hanging on the side of the carriage, where the price of the sugar coupons was clearly displayed.

They were much larger than mice, so their extra clothes required much more cloth and much more sugar coupons.

The noble ladies exchanged helpless glances.

After a meal.

A group of beast girls, all dressed in gray overalls, carried axes and saws and walked along the path beside the mine tracks toward the fungal forest.

The light red new winter coat was worn under the work clothes, with only the collar and sleeves showing.

Their steps were synchronized, and their tools were carried on their shoulders; they no longer showed any trace of their aristocratic bearing.

"Hehe, she doesn't call me master anymore, she calls me sister, which seems even cuter."

The dog girl spoke softly, her voice filled with a joy she herself didn't realize.

People often subconsciously fabricate stories about royalty and nobility, such as "noble lineage," "nobility," "extraordinary bearing," and "being born noble," as if being born with a silver spoon in one's mouth truly makes one different from others.

But once they take off their clothes, they are just an ordinary group of beast girls.

It is neither noble nor base.

Moren is vengeful, and the mouse girl is forgetful.

It's not too late to start over.

What are we having for dinner?

"I heard the cafeteria is serving mushroom soup today."

"I'm going to make a scarf out of the fabric I got. What about you?"

"I need to sew a pocket on my work clothes. The pockets are too shallow, and the candy coupons keep falling out."

They chatted about ordinary girls' topics, when the red-haired deer girl at the front of the group raised her axe and swung it hard.

"Sisters! If we cut down fifty trees today, we'll have extra meat tonight!"

Then, they looked up.

In the fungal forest ahead, grayish-white fungal trees are falling one after another.

Amidst the rising gray mist of debris and spores, a small figure, carrying a broad axe wider than her body, shaved the surrounding fungal wood down to the size of straw.

Chapter 143 Utopian Prophecy

Flower Town.

Fungal farm.

An endless mushroom field stretched out in the darkness, with round, nutritious mushrooms emerging from the ground, their shapes quite adorable.

The fields are dotted with fluorescent blue mushrooms, illuminating the entire mushroom field with a deep blue glow.

Occasionally, a few misplaced mushroom buds would sparsely emerge from among the nutrient mushrooms.

Unlike the vertical mushroom sheds built in the Aishan Mine to save space, there is plenty of space in Xianhua Town, so the mushrooms are planted much more haphazardly, with no particular order; they are allowed to grow wherever they sprout.