Let go of that monster girl!

"Don't sleep outside, you'll freeze into a solid block of ice."

Cats are liquid.

The liquid will freeze, and at least 60% of stray cats turn into frozen cats every year. Fortunately, Molen evacuated all the cats in time, and this year's number should be zero.

His gaze then turned to the mountain path further out the window.

The mouse girls were squeaking and cheering as they sped along the low mountain path in their sleds, with Lyme sitting in the middle.

This sled is clearly the same one that crashed into the wall on the frozen lake last year. Hopefully, she won't turn into a slime this time.

Molen withdrew his gaze and looked back at the blueprint in front of him.

The design of the Rat Girl Armed Train is nearing completion, complete with ramming guards, an automatic crossbow turret on the roof, and armor plates added to the sides. It's actually quite cool.

Sulfur stood on the other side of the workbench, working with the foreman rats to add node diagrams and rulers to the main body of the blueprint drawn by Moren. The foreman rats only half understood, but they still learned a little bit while scratching their round ears.

The presence of sulfur greatly increased the average level of education among the dwarf mountain mouse girls.

Molen put down his charcoal pencil, looked at the half-finished product with satisfaction, and said:

"For now, this is about the extent we've reached. Aishan's current capabilities should allow for mass production of these armed trains. Let's build four first, and then all the outposts can freely travel through the dark zone."

Sulfur put down the drawing ruler, looked up, and asked:

"Boss, what about the motors? Four armed trains need 16 motors, and we're still short 13."

“I have considered this. Anyway, we have an electric forging machine now, so we have a way to quickly mass-produce coils.”

The other foreman mice also raised their little heads and looked at Morren.

Copper wire has existed since ancient times.

Because of copper's wonderful flexibility, it is one of the easiest metals to work with. The basic principle of copper wire processing has remained unchanged from ancient times to the present: inserting a copper rod into a wire drawing plate.

Each time the copper wire passes through the small holes on the wire drawing plate, it is squeezed thinner and thinner, gradually reducing the diameter of the holes. Even in primitive times, people could draw copper wires down to the thickness of a hair. The only progress was in the efficiency of producing copper rods and drawing wires.

A modern integrated hot continuous casting machine is something that Aishan certainly cannot build right now, but Molen knows a makeshift method.

ask:

How can I get a 100-meter-long strip of paper the fastest?

Find a large piece of paper and cut it in a spiral shape.

First, forge a large, thin copper sheet, then let the skillful cats cut it to obtain thick copper wire, or even high-quality forged copper wire.

As for forging copper sheets, that can be left to the electric forging machine. Morren turned his head to look at the location of the electric forging machine in the corner of the workshop.

That's when they realized the machine was gone.

"Where's the electric forging machine?"

"You put it in the engine compartment yesterday, boss."

Molen remained silent, but it wasn't a big problem.

He stroked his chin and turned to look at Foreman Rat.

"Go and bring out the hamster wheel."

"Then bring Robert out too."

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Deep in the low mountains, the miner's dormitory.

Robert was sprawled on the wooden bed in a very unsightly sleeping posture, still clutching the small iron pot with mouse ears in her arms, her two white feet sticking out of the bed without any regard for anything.

On each of the surrounding wooden beds, one or two female mice were curled up in a ball, sleeping peacefully with their round ears pressed against the pillows and their tails sticking out from the corners of the blankets. Their breathing was even and quiet.

At the dormitory entrance, the class leader, Rat, held a large iron pot in one small hand and a large iron ladle in the other, taking a deep breath.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

"Get up, get up quickly, get ready to get to work!"

"squeak!!"

The mice scrambled out of their blankets in a chaotic manner, rubbing their little eyes and yawning. Some even rolled onto the floor, blanket and all.

The rats rummaged through the pile of rats, pulling out bowls and towels from various places. A whole bunch of rats poured out of the dormitory door, crowding together to wash up and eat breakfast, before joining the flow of rats heading to work.

Robert remained fast asleep, completely still, and even hugged the iron pot in her arms a little tighter.

The rat walked to Robert's bedside and held the large iron pot directly above her ear.

Bang!

"Well!"

Robert rolled directly under the bed with the blanket, and the iron pot rolled around on the floor several times with a clatter.

Aishan accomplished on the very first day what the horse maids hadn't dared to do for over a decade.

Robert crawled out from under the bed, rubbed his eyes, groped for his glasses, and looked sleepily at the little mouse girl in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"I already finished all the targets for next month in the last shift, let me get some sleep."

The leader of the gang remained unmoved, hands on his hips, looking very serious.

"The Baron said no! Your diet and lifestyle need to be corrected!"

“He’s not my mother, why should he interfere so much?”

Robert pouted, her face full of resentment.

The leader of the rats puffed out his chest as a matter of course.

"The Baron is! He's everyone's mother!"

The social structure of the mouse girl is very simple: a large family where elders manage the younger generation, and the younger generation manages the even younger generation.

Lord Morren is in charge of all the rats; he is the elder, the mother of all the rats!

"My mother has never cared about me!"

The rat pulled out a small box from behind his back and handed it over.

"The Baron also has a say! The Baron said if you cooperate well, he'll give it to you."

Robert took the box, opened the lid with a puzzled look, and inside was a pair of round cloth mouse ear headbands.

She held it up to look at it. The thick fabric was carefully sewn, with a layer of soft fleece inside. It was a winter ear protector made specifically for horse girls, which could completely protect their long ears that stood upright on their heads.

Robert put the cloth ears on her head, and the two round, bulging cloth balls stood out in her black hair. The small girl really became a mouse girl, just like the mice outside, without any difference.

Lyme sought someone to rely on.

Jimmy is looking for a home.

Sulfur seeks Molen.

Robert, what are you seeking now?

Robert pinched the warm cloth ear on her head, lowered her voice, and mumbled softly:

"My mother has never cared about me..."

Then she snorted, suddenly stood up, put her hands on her hips, and her expression became extremely arrogant again.

"Hmph! I'm not that guy's junior. If anyone should be the junior, it's me being the mother!"

"Baron's mother, the Baron needs to speak with you."

Sulfur appeared at the dormitory entrance at some point, with an expression of anticipation.

brush.

Robert's face turned bright red instantly, almost flushed.

But she stubbornly maintained that arrogant hands-on-hips pose, remaining completely still.

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Inside the workshop, the hamster wheel made a loud creaking sound.

Robert had the small iron pot on her head, and the hamster wheel was almost falling apart from being kicked so hard.

The hamster girls, who were originally going to run on their hamster wheels, stood on the side, watching the other hamster wheels being driven by the drive shafts and spinning at a terrifying speed. They were so frightened that they shrank back and dared not approach.

Why is she still wearing that pot?

"I'm afraid someone will recognize me, squeak."

Molen stood beside the forging machine, watching the forging hammer strike up and down at an astonishing speed. The red-hot copper ingot was hammered flatter and thinner and thinner on the anvil, and soon it became a large copper sheet.

The catgirls meowed and surrounded her, picked up metalworking scissors, and skillfully cut along the edge of the copper sheet in a spiral motion, quickly cutting the entire sheet into long, thin copper strips, which they then wound around the spools of thread that the mousegirls had prepared beforehand.

The reel was also driven by the hamster wheel to spin rapidly, quickly pulling the thin copper strips cut by the cats through the drawing hole. The copper strips became thinner and rounder in the small hole, squeezed into a uniform and smooth copper wire. The drawing plate was so hot that it was almost smoking, and the mice had to pour water on it to prevent it from melting.

After being pulled through the wire hole several times, the long, thin copper strip was transformed into a coil of thin copper wire about half a rat's height, which was at least a thousand times faster than manually drawing the wire slowly.

Uma Musume Heavy Industries is truly breathtaking.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"So pretty, meow."

While the mice were still calculating how many motors they could make in a day, the catgirls casually picked up a piece of scrap copper wire, deftly twisted and folded it a few times, and in no time at all, they made a very beautiful flower.

Catgirl Light Industry, breathtaking.

An item that would obviously sell extremely well among the mice, and might even be a hit in the Dwarf Mountain Market, ended up in the hands of the cats.

If this thing is plated with a little precious metal, it can be the perfect opportunity to close a big deal.

Wonderful.

As Morren was pondering whether to send a telegram to the caravan of the Kelot family and the Bloodletting Merchant Guild, the communication stone in his pocket suddenly started flashing.

?

Jimmy sent a message? Is the caravan getting impatient?

Morren reached into his breast pocket and pulled out Jimmy's runestone, but the stone remained still and unchanged.

This…

A very ominous premonition rose in Moran's heart.

He opened the inner pocket of his clothes and took out another runestone, the one from the Holy Dragon, with delicate spiral patterns engraved on its surface.

It was emitting an ominous dark red light.

Sulfur looked over curiously, and Morren handed her the runestone. Several lines of blood-red text were projected onto the wall:

"A snowstorm is coming; do not let your guard down."

"Don't trust the Blood Infusion Guild, and don't trust that black rabbit girl."

"Don't die, you idiot."

Chapter 151 The Caravan Returns

Uh...

There's a riddle teller here!

Molen clutched his chest, feeling like he was about to vomit blood.

But if I had to say, this riddle is actually quite easy to guess.

The only person who could possibly possess another part of the communication stone and be willing to remind Morren is that grumpy cardinal.

Since she warned Morren to be careful of the Blood Infusion Merchant Guild and the Black Rabbit Girl, regardless of her intentions, it at least proves two things:

The Cardinal and the Holy Dragon once stood on the same side, but the Blood Infusion Merchant Guild and the Black Rabbit Girl are now on the other side.

And, the Cardinal wanted Morren to be on her side.

Molen raised an eyebrow, his expression extremely subtle.

So, are we saying we have to choose one side?

It's like a little boy having to choose between ten giant moose girls and fifty rabbit girls during a training camp.