Let go of that monster girl!

"What great noble? Just a poor baronial estate, but I heard he's exceptionally good to the rat girls, and there are two thousand rat girls in his territory, two thousand!"

"It's said he likes mature women under 1.4 meters tall," said a particularly thin mouse girl at the back of the line, blushing.

"Then, will we be able to have enough to eat from now on?"

"Maybe we'll get our own nest, the kind with hay."

"I want to take a shower; I haven't taken a shower in ages."

A slightly bolder mouse girl tiptoed and cautiously approached the yellow-haired fox girl who was leading the way.

"Um, sister, are you the Baron's subordinates?"

The two yellow-haired fox girls exchanged a glance, their fluffy ears tilting simultaneously, their eyes revealing obvious confusion.

"Um, Baron Morren just bought us. Aren't we supposed to be going to the Baron's camp...?"

The mouse girl's voice trailed off as she realized the group was approaching a warehouse that looked unremarkable from the outside: gray brick walls, a wooden door, and not even a sign on the roof.

The other two yellow-haired fox girls had already reached the warehouse door and were about to push open the heavy wooden door.

A hand reached out from the side.

The black fox, hidden in the shadows by the door, raised its hand, signaling them to stop, then silently turned and walked toward the halted slave procession.

The black fox's face was expressionless, and its glossy black ears remained perfectly still.

The only thing that caught people's attention was her slender right hand, which slowly rested on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

She stood before the mouse girls, silent, her black vertical pupils sweeping across each dirty little face from left to right.

The yellow-haired fox quickly moved to the black fox's side and whispered her report:

"They said they had already been booked by a customer. Come to think of it, I didn't see the brown foxes that manage the cages earlier. I don't know if that's true."

“To steal a guest’s slave, though unintentional, is still impolite,” the black fox said calmly.

Behind a low wall in the distance, the flying mice huddled together, their little heads peeking out from the top of the wall, one on top of the other.

Is the Baron's plan feasible?

"Trust me, Baron. These black foxes are incredibly stubborn. Once they realize they've brought the wrong people, they'll definitely send them back, squeak."

"Hehe, this should be the entrance. Baron, you're really amazing!"

The black fox turned and left, its voice still calm:

"Kill them all and replace them with better slaves for the guests. Lady Chesie's orders are paramount."

"Okay, miss."

The two yellow-haired fox spirits responded, reached behind their backs, and drew two long knives from under their belts.

They walked toward the trembling rats.

The navigation mouse almost screamed and rushed out, but the flying mice hurriedly pulled her back behind the wall.

"Don't go out, you'll be killed!"

Failed!

The Baron is really not good at intellectual battles!

These black foxes are far more brutal than the Baron imagined!

With his eyes closed, Lyme was completely unaware of the commotion that was taking place.

She sensed the magic in the air and had already moved a distance of one or two buildings away.

The master said that if the thing underground was the source of the Chimera Beast's agitation, its magical scent would definitely waft out through the ventilation shaft.

A mysterious, intertwined aura permeated the market, emanating from foxes and rabbits.

But as long as you get close enough, as long as she's a monster girl, and as long as you're willing to feel it.

You can smell it.

Lem, smelling a scent similar to that of the White Dragon Saintess that instilled fear in monsters, slowly approached a drain.

Despite being described as a drainage outlet, its location was noticeably too high, and the cage was exceptionally sturdy.

Lyme stretched out his little hand and shook it, but it didn't budge.

She looked down at her semi-transparent body, and then the entire slime girl turned into a blob of light green slime, silently flowing into the gaps between the iron bars.

Follow the master's orders, follow the flow of air along the ventilation duct, take a quick look, and do not make a sound.

"Don't make a sound, hold it in!"

On the other side, the flying mice were desperately holding down the navigation mouse.

"I can't hold back anymore, I'm about to die from this, ugh!"

At the warehouse entrance, the yellow-haired fox girl held a long knife and raised it towards the rat girl slaves who were huddled together.

Slay him!

The knife pierced through flesh and bone!

Bloody!

The flying mice quickly covered the navigator mouse's eyes, but the next second, they all widened their eyes.

A look of terror appeared on the yellow-haired fox girl's face.

The sharp blade easily sliced ​​into the outstretched hand of a rat girl, cutting from the palm into the forearm, and forcefully cleaving along the arm bone to the elbow.

But that blood.

The splattered, overflowing blood was flowing back up the white rat girl's arm, and the rapidly healing wounds even gripped the long knife in the fox girl's hand tightly.

Sulfur raised its head, its red pupils reflecting the fox girl's terrified and distorted face.

She reached out her other hand and tore open the collar of her tattered clothes, revealing the cursed ring around her neck.

"Lady Cheshire has ordered me to be handed over to Baron Morren. What, am I to be silenced as well?"

Her tone was somewhat disdainful as she stared intently at the back of the black fox that had already walked a few steps away.

The black fox stopped in its tracks.

She turned her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Tsk, even Sulfur wasn't sure what to do; these black foxes had absolutely no human-like presence.

"Oh dear, look what this misunderstanding has caused! It's all our fault, all our fault!"

A fluffy brown tail swung out from the alleyway beside the warehouse, and the fox-woman merchant grinned broadly.

"Ladies, please put down your weapons. It's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Let's keep the peace and make money!"

Is it all a misunderstanding?

Molen followed the fox-woman merchant out, thinking to himself that this brown fox probably didn't even believe him.

His original plan was to wait until the poor rats were close to the target location before revealing his identity. No matter how ruthless the black fox was, he would never destroy a nobleman's private property in front of him.

Unfortunately, as soon as he made an excuse to leave the brothel, the cunning fox-woman merchant immediately realized she had been tricked again and was determined to fight Moren to the death.

But she quickly realized she had made a huge mistake and ran faster than Moran.

"It's all my fault. I didn't arrange the rendezvous properly, which led to this embarrassing situation. I deserve to be punished!" Without hesitation, she slapped herself twice hard across the face, the slaps resounding loudly.

"This is our family's stone warehouse. How could we have accidentally brought someone here, Your Excellency? We are truly sorry and apologize to you."

The fox-woman merchant's face was full of flattery.

"It's alright, may I take my slaves with me then?" Morren said, his hands clasped behind his back.

The yellow-haired fox girl turned to the side and whispered in the black fox's ear:

"This is Baron Morren."

Having said all that, it would be impolite to bleed any further.

The black fox glanced at Morren and gestured to the guards to let them pass.

Ultimately, all these rats saw was the exterior of an ordinary warehouse, so to be on the safe side, they could just kill them indiscriminately.

However, now that there is a reason not to kill, insisting on taking action would offend the noble lord and ruin things.

"Squeak!" The rat-girl slaves scrambled and scrambled to hide behind Moren.

Molen smiled, but inside he was terrified.

Do these black foxes feel no psychological pressure when they kill people?

If they discover my plan, it will be difficult for me to return to Aishan upright.

My dear cook, the city is full of tricks, I want to go back to Aishan.

We need to get on the boat and run away quickly. If they realize what's going on, we'll be in big trouble.

Chapter 40 Taking Off from the Spot

"What the hell do you want?"

After turning a few streets and confirming that no shadowy figures were following behind, the fox-woman merchant grabbed at Molen's collar, but he easily dodged it.

"I think you don't know what those black foxes are doing."

Molen raised an eyebrow. He had ripped off this unscrupulous merchant so many times in the past two days, so giving her a heads-up was a way of returning the favor.

Brown foxes are the lowest of the low in the fox girl community. Even though she is the fox manager of the slave market, Moren doesn't think she would know what those black foxes are up to underground.

Moreover, the person in front of him wouldn't dare to report Morren to the Black Fox, as that would be tantamount to admitting that he not only made a mistake and exposed the secret, but was also afraid of being punished, so he took the initiative to help the explorer cover it up.

Those black foxes don't care about making amends; they'll definitely skin her alive.

"What those black-haired bastards want to do is none of my business."

The fox-woman merchant impatiently pulled a pipe from her chest, put it in her mouth, and reached into her waist pouch behind her but couldn't find a flint.

In a fit of rage, she pulled the pipe out of her mouth and snapped it in two with a crack.

"I'm just giving you a heads-up: when big shots fight, the first to die are always the low-level henchmen."

Molen said calmly, "If I were you, I would pack my things and run away to do some legitimate business somewhere else."

"You son of a bitch!" The fox-woman merchant gritted her teeth.

"You shameless man who talks without understanding the hardships others are going through!"

"What kind of hardship could you possibly have?" Moran automatically conjured up a whole tragic story in his mind.

A sick mother, a gambling father, a younger sister in school, and her, a slave trader.

Or perhaps this fox also harbors some great ambition, locking its fellow foxes in cages every day with tears in its eyes, hiding a heart-wrenching and forbearing story behind it?

"Of course it's money and power, what else?"

The fox-woman merchant's facial muscles twitched.

"I've been eating meager meals in this wretched place for so many years, and I've only just started to make a name for myself. You think I can just leave like that?"

That's what you call a shrewd businessman.

A guy who has lost all sense of sophistication.

"Whatever you want, I need to pack my things and run away to do some legitimate business somewhere else."

To make escape easier, Molen had already loaded the cloth, food, and mercury he purchased onto the airship.

Now that the airship has unloaded the copper ingots it came with, its lift is far greater than expected, and it can take off immediately with just a command from Morren.

Lyme, head down, emerged from the alleyway beside him.

She hid behind Morren and gently tugged at the hem of his clothes with her small hand.

“Well then, this dedicated slave trader, if you don’t mind, I’m taking my rat girls back to my territory.”

Moren said sarcastically, without asking for any opinions. The flying rats had already led the still-shaken rat girl slaves toward the camp.

"Oh, our old customer, Baron Morren."

The fox-woman merchant reverted to her usual obsequious expression, but this time it was full of sarcasm and cynicism.