Let go of that monster girl!

In an instant, Morren was surrounded by a bunch of round ears and little hands. The little mouse eggs that had just been watching the fun from the sidelines also rushed over to join in. Several mouse girls put his hands on their heads, and several little mice grabbed his clothes and climbed up.

For a time, everyone was laughing and joking around, creating a very chaotic scene.

"Young people are really great."

The cook put the needle and thread back into the sewing box, and looked at Moren, who was being overwhelmed by the rat girls, and smiled like an aunt.

Lem was still squatting next to the cook, watching the chaotic scene.

One of the mouse girls stepped on the tail of another, and the one that was stepped on squeaked and tried to step back. Moren reached out and picked them both up, but then a third mouse pounced on them from behind and hooked its neck.

“That’s nice,” Lyme said softly.

She touched the corner of her mouth and realized that, without her noticing, a slight smile had crept onto her lips.

She dislikes noise; back in the sewers, any strange noise meant something bad might be being washed down the drain.

She had imagined many scenarios of what would happen if she were sold, and the well-read mouse mother had told her about all the possible outcomes.

Each one was more frightening than the last, but no one had ever imagined such a lively scene.

so good.

Fortunately, its master is Lord Moren.

Maybe he really is a good person?

As Lem thought this, he shifted his gaze from the playful mouse girls to the patchwork sack that the mouse girls were dragging around.

The bag wasn't particularly big or small, but it was very sturdy, with layers upon layers of patches.

She tilted her head.

This pocket.

Why does it seem to be exactly the same size as me?

Chapter 4 Acid and Slime

"Well……"

Lyme lowered his face in embarrassment, trying desperately to suppress any strange noises.

"Um……"

How could I possibly hold back? Waaaaah!

"I am such a good owner."

Seeing the adorable, clueless slime girl's helpless expression, Moren couldn't help but sigh.

"Is there anyone else who exploits monster girls through massages?"

The cloth strips tightened around the slime's body, and slime oozed from all parts of the bag like squeezed juice.

A shallow stream of liquid gathers inside the press and slowly flows into the glass jar below.

The noisy rat girls had all been driven away long ago, but the pile of blueprints hand-drawn by Moren was still spread out on the ground.

A thick stack of discarded papers, the top page of which depicts a crying slime, flattened by a press, with tears gushing from its two X's eyes like a fountain.

Slime-chan is not 100% made of slime; its core is a heart and brain, and the gelatinous substance is flesh and bones.

The slime is at most a bodily fluid; losing some will only temporarily turn you into a small slime girl, and you'll recover after a few days of eating enough ore.

According to Morren's original plan, to collect slime separately, all he had to do was throw the slime directly into the berry press.

The twelve-meter-long wooden boom could amplify the rat girls' power by a full three hundred times, enough to directly squeeze limes into dried slimes, but this plan was quickly rejected by Moren.

One minor reason is that being crushed by a lever-operated press with the force of thousands of kilograms is probably not a good experience for the monster girl's physical and mental health.

A major reason is that the size of the slime is obviously not large enough to fill the press. Even if it were thrown in, it would only be crushed into a two-dimensional slime and squeezed out from the other side of the tank.

Therefore, Molen felt that he had to learn from the mouse girls' valuable experience of squeezing small amounts of berries.

They would put the berries into bags and then into small wooden basins.

Then take off your shoes and socks, and stomp hard with your bare feet!

Seeing that the lime in the bag had already rolled its eyes and was sticking its little tongue out from the corner of its mouth, it was afraid that if this continued, it would turn into an idiot.

Molen flipped over and jumped out of the wooden tub, then bent down to replace the jar that was already full of slime.

The transparent liquid has a slightly greenish sheen, is thicker than water, and has a faint sour smell.

He carefully poured some slime into a ceramic bottle, then picked up an old nail from the ground, put it into the slime bottle, and held it up to Lyme, who had visibly shrunk in size.

Nothing has changed.

Morren took two steps back.

With a hissing sound, the nail immediately dissolved in the strong acidic viscous liquid.

Molen shook the bottle and mentally noted down the data.

It seems that even when he is about to lose consciousness, Lem can control the slime around him, but the control radius is only about two arm spans.

Considering Lyme's current loli-like size, the control range is approximately 1.2 meters.

So small.

Small is good.

If the mucus continues to resonate with lime in the next experiment, it will be counterproductive.

With that thought in mind, Molen tore off a strip of cloth and stuffed it into the mouth of the acid bottle, held it up to the fire and lit it, then took a step back and, without any hesitation, hurled the ceramic bottle against the opposite rock wall.

boom!!

Bright red flames and pale green poisonous gas spread out simultaneously. Under the combined action of acid mist and fire, large sections of the stone wall peeled away inch by inch, emitting a hissing sound of burning.

Acid fire bottle, got it.

Alchemists often sell these dangerous little bottles to low-level adventurers of mediocre strength.

Just one bottle is enough to make even a dragon maiden unable to bear the simultaneous burning of acid and flames.

In the years when the recipe was still a secret, the price of each acid fire bottle was once inflated to fifteen gold coins. After all, who would have thought that the raw material would be slime girls who could barely protect themselves?

The recipes sold by the Kingdom's alchemists are even more effective because they will completely shred the slime girl, and the gel will blend into the slime after being shredded. The flames will bite the target like the slime girl's vengeful spirit until they devour any victim.

Some technologies are not complex in themselves; the key is the direction.

From the moment the first stone was thrown, it took humanity millions of years to understand why stones fall, yet it only took an additional three hundred years for satellites to soar into the stars.

Many axioms and methods that are now considered common sense by later generations were determined by our predecessors after going through countless twists and turns. Avoiding detours is the absolute shortcut.

Molen looked at the flames still burning on the rock wall, feeling full of confidence.

[Replacement agent 1/1]

Lyme brand replacement agent is very reliable.

[Battery Materials 3/3]

With copper and acid, lead can be replaced using the same method. Electrodes and electrolytes are all available; only a few experiments are needed to assemble a lead-acid battery.

[Power Generation Equipment 0/1]

He had already planned for the necessary materials, such as magnets and insulating materials. Twisting thousands of turns of coil from ore was no small project, but with the capable mouse girl, it was only a matter of time.

It's just a little bit short, at most one or two months, and we'll definitely be able to complete it, which will be more than enough to get it done before the month of disaster!

The fire grew larger and larger.

Molen silently retreated to the upwind side.

Ok……

He seems to have gotten a little carried away.

"Fire! Come and put it out!"

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Moren stood tall and imposing atop the high city wall, surrounded by eagerly awaiting mouse girls.

If you get a little closer, you can even smell a hint of catnip perfume in Moren's handsome, scorched-over hair.

There is no sun or moon in the dark zone, and of course, there is no clock tower in the mine.

The only things that could indicate the passage of time were the few basins of water dripping from the top of the rock and the number of shifts the miners had changed.

And, the cat-and-mouse merchant group that arrives every three months.

"coming!"

The mouse girl, standing at the top of the watchtower, cheered.

A fluorite lantern appeared on the distant plains, like a firefly slowly moving in the boundless darkness. Then came a second, a third, and a whole string of fluorite lanterns that formed a chain of light along the mountain road, illuminating the caravan's massive silhouette.

Molen placed one hand on the crenellation of the city wall and waved it.

"Open the door!"

As the rat girls scrambled onto the winch, the heavy city gate slowly rose with a creaking sound.

The first to pass through the city gate was a white unicorn, three stories tall, with a leisurely demeanor, nodding to the cheering mouse girls.

A long line of giant cargo rats followed behind. They were the size of small elephants and the appearance of fluffy hamsters. They carried mountains of goods on their backs, and were decorated with colorful strips of cloth and shiny lanterns, which jingled as they walked.

A group of catgirls and lemming girls rode on the backs of giant cargo rats, distributing various packages and letters amidst the chaotic crowd of ratgirls.

"Boss! Has my sister found a job up north? Has she written a letter?"

Do you have sugar cubes? The cheapest kind!

Chapter 5 The Catgirl Caravan and the Unpopular Person

As the cat-and-mouse caravan filed into the market area, the previous desolation vanished, and all sorts of stalls sprang up on both sides of the street.

The cargo crates were unloaded from the giant rat's back, and fluorite lanterns hung in every corner. The lemming girls carried bundles of dried bread and dried mushrooms, as well as jars of wax-sealed berry jam, out of the crates.

There was even a catgirl wagging her tail and roasting a large piece of meat, the fragrant smell attracting a large group of mousegirls to watch.

Every corner of the mining area was teeming with joyful mouse girls, who washed the mineral dust off their faces and changed into dresses with the fewest patches.

Several playful baby mice burrowed around under the fluffy, soft belly of the giant cargo rat, but were soon dragged back by their mother, who pulled them by the ears.

It was a lively and festive scene, just like a holiday.

In the chaotic crowd, a catgirl leaped off the back of a unicorn, then put her hands on her hips, raised her head, and squinted as she sniffed the air twice.

She cheered and shot through the crowd like a cannonball, landing straight in Morren's arms.

"Meow—"

Jimmy buried his face contentedly in Morren's chest, inhaling his scent deeply.

Her ears rubbed against Morren's chin, her tail wrapped around Morren's legs, and the whole cat clung to him, refusing to get down.

"Does it smell good?" Moren asked, looking down.

"fragrant!"

"Do you miss the Baron?"

"miss you!"

"Would you like to give the Baron a discount?"

"Hehe, no way, meow."

She brought her nose close to Morren's collar and sniffed, her ears twitching in confusion.

"Why does it look a little blurry, meow?"

"Let's get down to business."

Molen scratched Jimmy's chin with one hand and asked, "Has my order arrived yet?"

Jimmy's half-open eyes narrowed again, and he made gurgling sounds in his throat. After enjoying it for a while, he gave a mumbled reply.

"When we arrived, those two incredibly heavy boxes almost got stuck together on the way. It took the cats a lot of effort to separate them."