Let go of that monster girl!

On the velvet cushions lay a single, enormous piece of mithril, estimated to weigh up to two kilograms.

The craftsmen discovered long ago that the loss of mithril during the smelting process is quite terrible and irreversible. The loss during the remolding of mithril can reach an astonishing 30%, and these parts will turn into a wisp of useless white ash.

Even the most skilled alchemists often have a loss rate of at least 5%.

Therefore, this massive piece of mithril could not possibly have been formed from fragmented small parts; it might even be a small part of a much larger piece of mithril, the terrifying implications of which are self-evident.

The horse-woman merchant closed the box and cautiously reported:

"When you have time, you can also inspect other goods from Aishan. If the Alchemists' Association sees this, they'll probably move their headquarters to Aishan overnight."

To the countess's right was a glass of colorless, transparent liquor with a small label that read "Mouse Special" and a picture of an exceptionally cute mouse girl next to it.

The bigger question is how they brewed this colorless liquid, which costs fifteen times more than beer, from a dark region.

The horse-riding merchant continued her report:

"Miss Robert's body has not been found, but the horse riders from the fallen zone have brought it back. Some of them even participated in the battle against the dragon."

"What did they say?"

"They said the rumors were true, that they saw the man kill the dragon with their own eyes, and they didn't even know how he did it."

The situation is self-evident.

The Dwarf Mountain Territory is expanding rapidly at an unimaginable and terrifying speed, its fangs and claws reaching northward, its ambitions completely undisguised.

But how could that be? Just a year ago, that place was just a bunch of useless little mice. That man named Moron didn't suddenly appear on the hill.

The countess tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

It seems another rumor has also been confirmed.

Regardless of the method, he did obtain a monster girl who was unimaginably powerful.

The Carrot family had never taken their southern neighbors seriously before, but now it seems their plans need to change.

The merchant, Ma Niang, continued her report with a grave expression.

"Our informants in the capital have reported back that the Church, the Queen, the Rune Workshop, and several dukes are all making moves. The only question now is who will strike first. Everyone is buying up mithril in large quantities and trying to recruit the Rat Girls. This is a harbinger of an impending war."

The Marigold Uprising is about to begin its second half.

"The Dragon Council is also subtly inquiring about the Carrot family's stance. There are even rumors that a certain duchess has allied with the Flying Bread Cult, offering all the seafood in the kingdom as a bargaining chip in exchange for the octopus girls' invasion."

The countess frowned.

Although the Flying Bread Cult has always been regarded as a cult of homosexuality by the inland countries, it was this cult that led to the complete destruction of the Western Fishman Kingdom and the Mermaid Kingdom, leaving them homeless and forcing the powerful sea monsters to be confined to their cities, resulting in the near extinction of the three sea races.

They simply don't see the landlocked countries as targets; if they were to actually take action, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Previously, the Kelot family was backed by the plateau and bordered by the Dark Zone to the south. Wolfsburg had always been neutral and only had one side to attack.

But now, Aishan's attitude has become very subtle.

Countess Carlot considered for a moment, then asked:

"What price did the Blood Transfusion Guild offer?"

The female merchant stood at attention and solemnly replied:

"They're willing to provide services for the family, regardless of which side we're on. Their asking price is:"

"Fifty thousand rat girls".

Chapter 145 How to Lure a Catgirl

What is a cat lady?

Cat, or mother, or catgirl?

With triangular pointed ears on its head, a long, fluffy tail behind it, cute cat eyes, it is both clever and silly, always energetic yet always dozing off, likes to rub against people but also likes to run away.

Cats are like the wind; the wind is always hard to predict.

If we're talking about the other beast girls that the rats of Dwarf Mountain are most familiar with, it would probably be the cat.

After all, Boss Jimmy had once brought Dried Mushrooms, which were essential for Dwarf Mountain's livelihood, and every mouse knew her.

Even the new mouse girl often sees this lovely, shrewd, and good-tempered market manager, as well as the cats under her command.

In the mild, sun-drenched days, the rats of Dwarf Hill Territory would occasionally encounter their meowing neighbors.

Although the mice still vividly remember the cats' mischievous antics of stealing snacks, overturning buckets, and destroying houses.

But when Molen proposed merging Cat Territory at the foreman's meeting, the foreman rats still cast 30 votes in favor and one vote for the unanimous opinion, which was not present due to diarrhea.

The current order in Dwarf Mountain Territory is entirely based on the good temper of the Rat Girls. If other Beast Girls are to be integrated rashly, there may be considerable problems.

The cats were among the first residents to migrate, a decision made after much deliberation by Morren.

But the rats of the low hill must first consider one problem.

Where are the cats?

The mice all wanted to know.

Molen was also thinking about this problem.

Cats are not as weak as mice, but they are not strong either.

Just one glance at the giant cat tree in the center of the Aishan Market tells you that the cats have been roaming for years, the cat territory has no solid fortifications, and the cats do not have the same resistance to bacteria and dust as rats.

Since that first disaster two years ago, Cat Territory has remained a wasteland.

Jimmy's caravan keeps collecting the scattered cats, and there must be many more scattered cats.

The cats possess perfect night vision and agile skills, and are naturally adapted to dark environments. There must be many more of them, hidden somewhere in the ruins of Cat Territory, but even Jimmy only knows of two or three secluded places.

This is probably a cat's nature; everywhere is her home, yet nowhere is her home.

On the track to Dessert Hill.

The Mouse Girl Train clattered forward, its carriages crammed with mice and cats.

Cats are taller than mice, and when they stand in the carriage, their ears almost touch the ceiling. Many cats simply hug the mice next to them to save space, and while hugging them, they can't help but rub their ears and tug at their tail tips.

"So soft, meow meow."

"Don't rub it! It's so itchy!"

The roof of the vehicle was also full of cats, crammed in rows on the narrow metal roof, their tails dangling and swaying outside the windows.

As the train turned, the cats on the roof meowed and tilted to one side, then meowed again and swayed back together, without a single one falling off.

Cats have amazing balance.

In the first carriage, Jimmy and Moran sat side by side, while Lyme sat on Moran's other side.

Molen looked relaxed as the monotonous darkness flashed past the car window, while Lem raised his little face to look at Molen's profile, quietly.

Across from them sat a group of former noble beast girls, all dressed in work clothes, sitting upright and not daring to breathe.

Jimmy stared intently at the beast girls opposite him, his cat tail unconsciously curling towards Moren, and his body leaning closer to Moren as well.

The beast girls opposite him also looked at Jimmy awkwardly, their eyes darting away.

If they didn't know each other, the atmosphere might not have been so awkward.

The problem is that this is the same business route that the cat dealers have taken before. Many of the former prostitutes not only know Jimmy and have stories with him, but may also have had accidents.

Now that their positions have reversed, they are genuinely afraid that Jimmy will treat them the same way.

An ordinary cat would have retaliated with a cat scratch, but Jimmy is Jimmy.

Jimmy unconditionally believed that if the Baron said they had corrected their mistakes, then they must have already corrected them.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

The Mouse Girl Train pulled into the Sweet Hill Station platform, screeching as it braked, and the train came to a sudden stop.

Several catgirls on the roof were thrown off by inertia, tumbling in the air before crashing onto the platform. Some rolled twice before landing steadily, while others sat down hard on their bottoms.

"My butt hurts, meow!"

It seems that catgirls aren't suited to being tied to butter to create a perpetual motion machine.

The rats poured out of the carriage, squeaking and carrying all sorts of things.

They jumped off the train car, carrying large rolls of mushroom cloth. With their little hands supporting the rolls, which were thicker than their own mice, they held them on their heads, revealing their round mouse ears, and wobbled as they walked toward the platform.

The cats, clutching rolls of mushroom cloth, nimbly emerged from the car, their tails held high for balance.

The beast girls simply carried the fungal cloth rolls to their sides and strode forward.

The three rolls of fungal cloth were at the same height: above the rat's head, on the cat's shoulder, and next to the beast girl's chest.

The other mice, carrying wooden boxes and bamboo baskets on their heads, followed behind, and the whole group marched in a grand procession towards Sweet Hill Town.

The once scarred town has been completely cleared, and there is no trace of a battlefield left.

The abandoned buildings were leveled, the rubble was removed, and new stone houses were being built one after another. Fluorite lanterns were even hung along the streets.

This is now an outpost managing the Sweet Hill mine and the chimeric forest on the eastern side of Dwarf Mountain.

There weren't many rats, but there was no trace of the calamity that had struck them; every rat had a smile on its face.

On the eastern perimeter of Dessert Hill, a dozen or so mouse girls were squatting in a large, round pit, digging the foundation soil with small shovels.

As the procession carrying the fungal cloth approached, the rats all raised their heads.

"Here you are, squeak! You've worked hard, squeak!"

"You guys have worked hard too!"

Next to the foundation stands a large wooden sign with a drawing of the building that will be constructed in the future.

A very tall and very bright lighthouse, with a huge fluorite on top, whose light illuminates an area of ​​tens of kilometers!

But right now, it's just a round pit with a few pairs of round mouse ears inside.

Molen stood at the edge of the foundation, looked at the design drawings on the wooden sign, and then looked at the pit under his feet, which hadn't even been dug a meter deep.

With a wave of his hand.

"start!"

The mice and cats untied the ropes and together pushed the large roll of mushroom cloth open, spreading the cloth out on the ground to reveal its complete shape.

A balloon similar to that of an airship.

Of course, it's much smaller than the standard size of the dwarf hill lantern, barely big enough to hang a lantern.

The mice squatted by the sac, smoothing out the wrinkles, their little hands pulling the edges of the cloth to flatten it. The fungal cloth was soft and comfortable, and as they pulled, they started to want to roll around on it.

Then the foreman rat immediately grabbed his ear.

"Stop playing! It's not ready yet!"

The mice had no choice but to withdraw their little hands, lower their round ears, and obediently return to their positions to continue tidying up.

But the cats weren't under the foreman's control, so the cats were already rolling around on the balloon.

The cats rolled from one end of the large, blanket-like sac to the other, meowing and fighting.

The mice looked at them with envy. Molen put her hands on her hips, and then the foreman mouse chased the cats away as well.

Jimmy, along with some cats and beast girls, was tidying up the ropes of the airship, sorting the hemp ropes by length and tying them into knots.

The other group of cats burrowed in and out of the rope pile, purring and reaching out their little paws to chase the knots, turning the ropes they had just straightened into a tangled mess again.

The beast girls could only respond with an expression that was both annoyed and amused.

Molen took out a strangely shaped conical hat from the box; it was made of rolled-up copper sheet and had a pointed top.

A long copper pipe is attached to the tip, just like the gas supply copper pipe on the low mountain electrolytic cell.

It looks a lot like that witch's hat, or even more like a funnel.

Molen walked up to Lyme and put the funnel hat on her head.

Lyme tilted his little face up, and the smooth brass hat almost slipped off Lyme's smooth head before Morren reached out and straightened it.

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