Let go of that monster girl!

The little mouse girls squatted in the mushroom field, their tiny hands holding the roots of the nutrient mushrooms, twisting and pulling hard before throwing them into the small baskets behind them.

Another team of mouse girls squatted next to the wood mushroom sprouts, carefully pulling out the miscellaneous mushrooms by the roots, and then using small shovels to dig out the soil around them that was contaminated by mycelium, put it into buckets and transport it away.

A mouse plucked a pretty mixed mushroom, looked at it from left to right, and secretly brought it to its mouth when the leader mouse wasn't looking.

Snapped.

It was precisely swatted away by the little hand of the swarming rat.

Don't eat mushrooms indiscriminately!

"Okay, I understand."

A deer girl next to her silently put down the mushroom she had already raised to her mouth.

Various animal girls wear the same light red overalls as the rats and are responsible for relatively heavy tasks such as tilling and carrying.

They were taller and had stronger arms. The rat girls were responsible for tearing the harvested nutritious mushrooms into thin slices, while the beast girls hung the slices one by one on the drying rack.

Nutrient mushrooms have a high water content and don't taste very good, but they basically don't need any light or soil fertility. They grow 24 hours a day, and compared to wheat which takes at least four months to mature, nutrient mushrooms can mature in less than two months.

If this magical mushroom, like most mutants, couldn't survive in the dark, it might have been able to feed all the rat girls in the kingdom.

However, even nutritious mushrooms cannot grow in winter.

After winter sets in, most of the work at the fungus farm, except for the wood mushroom forest, will be suspended, and most of the rats will move to other places.

The former noble beast girls in the labor camp will soon face the same choice.

The former noble beast girls have unknowingly split into three groups.

There are the "lying-down-the-corpse" faction, the "elegant" faction, and the "naturalized

The "lying-down-corpse" group didn't want to do any work. They lay by the tent, basking in the lamplight, seemingly determined to eat free gruel and wait for their families to redeem them until they died of old age, rather than mingle with the rats.

The elegant type prefers to do tasks that suit their aristocratic style, such as trimming the mycelium growing along the edge of the mushroom field, arranging the orientation of the dried mushrooms on the drying rack, or taking charge of clerical work to record the yield.

To be honest, she did a pretty good job, after all, gardening is one of the compulsory courses for young ladies.

The remaining naturalized members completely transformed into large rat girls, rolling up their sleeves and squatting in the mushroom field to pick mushrooms with the other rats, filling their small baskets to the brim.

As the three groups passed each other, they glared at each other with disdain.

But after a month, the number of naturalized beast girls has exploded, especially after they changed into new winter outfits yesterday.

Changing long-standing habits is difficult, but most people are still pragmatic.

The impractical parts, Morlen wouldn't mind if they rotted in Flower Town.

After changing into soft and warm new winter clothes, their attitudes generally softened a lot. After all, everyone knows that the dark zone is not a good place, and having enough to eat, wear, and be safe is already an unimaginable good life.

Staying in the low hills is better than living in fear and anxiety in your own dilapidated castle.

"Where to go next?"

"I heard that the mining team at Dessert Hill is still hiring."

"I want to go to the new market; at least it's more lively there."

However, none of the ladies considered going to the Junmu Forest to cut down trees.

Because the Junmu Forest has been contracted out by a mysterious "Rat Girl".

As the red-haired deer girl sorted through the mushrooms, she glanced at the axe beside her, then looked up at the fallen fungal trees in the distance, her face showing a complex and troubled expression.

Originally, cutting down trees could earn 8 candy coupons a day plus a commission, making it the most candy-earning job for the beast girls...

In the distant forest of fungi, a little guy with a small pot on his head is wielding a large axe, striking one tree at a time.

The force was so great that all the felled trees spun half a circle in mid-air, their canopies flipping downwards onto the ground.

The squad leader, Rat, who was in charge of counting the number of logs felled, stared in disbelief at the small stone slab in his hand.

The markings after the name "Shushu Niangzhi" have started on several lines, and the stone slab is almost full.

The other class leaders next to her were also stunned.

"Is our class still aiming for this month's Labor Star award?"

"I don't know, maybe the Baron will give her a special award."

The group of beast girls from the "lying-down-the-corpse" faction huddled together and whispered among themselves.

"This guy is so strong, should we conspire with her to escape together?"

"If she wanted to run away, would she take you with her?"

To prevent the rats from forgetting, wages are paid daily throughout the entire Dwarf Mountain Territory.

When the work bell rang, the foreman, Mouse, stood on the distribution platform, holding up candy coupons and a list, and loudly called out names.

"Xiaohua, 13 yuan!"

"Pale green, 10 yuan!"

The beast girls counted the coupons in their hands and ran off in groups of three or five to collect coupons to buy fabric for their new clothes.

The beast girl from the "lying corpse" faction gritted her teeth as she watched their retreating figures. When she turned around, she found that several of her companions were missing.

"You are not allowed to succumb to that Moran guy's sugar-coated bullets!"

Foreman Mouse flipped to the last page of the list and read out the name.

"Mouse Girl Squeak!"

She glanced at the numbers behind her, was startled, and quickly turned to confirm with the group leader next to her.

The rat held up the stone slab to show her; it was covered with markings.

The foreman swallowed hard and read out the number.

"247 yuan!"

The shocking numbers caused everyone in the audience to gasp.

The short man with a small pot on his head stepped forward amidst the admiring gazes of the rats and took a thick stack of sugar coupons from the foreman rat.

As a result, the number of beast girls in the "lying-down-the-corpse" faction decreased further, and the remaining ones hurriedly shouted indignantly:

"If she keeps doing this, she'll earn all the candy coupons in no time!"

Of course not.

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Flower Town Rat Canteen.

The mice walked around carrying plates, glancing sideways at a table in the corner.

The table was piled high with food and plates, almost all of them radishes prepared in various ways: dried radishes, radish soup, pickled radish strips, and stewed radish chunks.

Robert took off the little pot hat from her head and put it on the corner of the table. She grabbed a dried radish in each of her two little hands and buried her head in her food.

These dried radishes were certainly not as good as the cakes in the castle, but for some reason, she ate them with extra relish.

She was wearing the glasses that only had one lens left, but she still gradually noticed that the surroundings were becoming quieter and quieter.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on her.

The rats and the beast girls were all looking at him.

Robert slowed her movements as she recalled the eyes of the maids and the horse girls.

The rats would sit far away from her, looking at her as if she were a monster.

Her hands began to tremble slightly; if it weren't for the incantation on her chest, the spoon would have been broken by now.

But there wasn't one.

"Wow, that's amazing! They chopped so many in one day!"

"Big sister, can you join our group tomorrow?"

"Mouse Girl is so strong!"

The mice gathered around, their eyes filled with pure admiration.

Robert was stunned.

With half a dried radish still in her mouth, the wariness and fear on her face slowly faded, replaced by complete bewilderment.

After a while, she finished chewing the dried radish in her mouth and swallowed it. Then, imitating the mouse from yesterday, she pushed the plate in front of her away.

"Hmm, do you want to eat?"

Rats have never had much of a will to dominate.

In the rat canteen, the rats lined up with the other beast girls to receive their meals and ate at the same table.

Whether the stool is tall or short, or where it comes from.

There were no monsters, no nobles, only a group of beast girls.

Chapter 144 The Prophecy of the Depths

The sun is shining.

The Earl of Carrot Castle reveals its vast scale in the sunlight, with its thick granite walls and spires arranged in an alternating pattern, and flags fluttering on the arrow towers, combining defensive function with an elegant sense of symmetry.

The horse maids were busy in the courtyard, trimming the greenery and wiping the pillars, sunlight falling on their brown horse tails and ears.

On the training field, several horse ladies from the Kelot family were practicing lance charging.

In the garden pavilion on the other side, several young ladies who were not training were enjoying a peaceful afternoon tea.

Calm and harmonious, this composure also reflects the glory of the Carrot family.

On the path south of the castle, several horse-woman soldiers silently dragged the rat-woman's corpses one by one onto a cart, leaving a trail of bright red drag marks on the ground.

In a corner of the city wall, several female rat slaves hunched over, repairing a hole caused by an explosion. Their little hands trembled, and not a single rat dared to look up in the direction of the cart.

A female knight covered in blood hurried through the gate.

The guard extended his hand, but before he could speak, he immediately withdrew it after seeing the person's face.

The female knight strode through the courtyard at a brisk pace, her mere footsteps creating a gust of wind. The maid who was trimming the plants quickly stepped aside to make way for her, and she soon disappeared into the entrance of the castle's main building.

Two armed soldiers blocked the way in front of the reception room.

"His Excellency the Earl has decreed that during the reception..."

Before she could finish speaking, both spears were pushed aside by a bloody hand, and the female knight had already pushed open the door and gone inside.

Inside the reception room, the blonde horsewoman merchant turned her head in surprise, quickly closing the wooden box she was opening.

The female knight stood at the doorway, her breath still unsteady. Some of the bloodstains on her armor had dried to a dark brown, while others were still fresh.

Countess Carrot, a unicorn girl, sat in the main seat.

Her long, smooth golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her golden pupils carried an innate arrogance and indifference. A slender horn, its tip peeking out from between her hair, gleamed with a pearly white luster.

Extremely beautiful, a beauty that carries a distance, making one understand at a glance that there is an insurmountable gap between this extraordinary being and oneself.

The merchant looked at the countess with an inquiring gaze.

The countess ignored her and looked at the female knight with her golden eyes.

"How is the situation?"

"The rebellious rat girls have all been suppressed. The assassin who escaped last night was very stubborn and we couldn't capture him alive."

"There are no leads at the moment, but the mastermind should still be in Sweet Radish Territory. Please advise on how to proceed."

The female knight knelt on one knee and bowed her head.

"Do I need to teach you? I can have as many Rat Girls as you want."

The female knight was silent for a moment, then nodded, stood up, and retreated towards the door.

Before leaving, she glanced at the horse merchant.

Justice and mercy are essential elements of chivalry, and the oaths of knights throughout history have emphasized the protection and compassion of the unarmed.

But justice and mercy are only effective for the “unarmed and weak”, and the Carrot family has always respected their enemies.

The door closed, and after confirming that the footsteps had faded away, the horse merchant reopened the wooden box in her hand and turned to the countess.