Let go of that monster girl!

She grabbed Sulfur by the shoulder and pressed him to the spot.

"This white mouse won't do; we haven't agreed on a price yet. How about we go to..."

It seems this brown fox has had enough and is determined to fight to the bitter end.

"Oh, then you can keep her for now. I'm worried that the anchor I bought won't be useful."

Moren waved his hand to interrupt without hesitation, then turned and followed the flying rats.

The bewildered fox-woman merchant and sulfur were left standing in the alley.

He just left like that?

They left without saying a word?

What is a ship anchor?

The flying mouse trotted up to Morren and whispered:

"Your Excellency, are we just leaving like this?"

"How should I put it? Give you a stick and go fight those foxes?"

"No, not that one. What about the white mouse girl?"

The flying mouse tilted its head back and asked.

Morren smiled slightly and said:

Have you ever heard of the Skyhook?

"What?"

Fulton Recycling System.

Morren has wanted to play this for a long time.

When the fox-woman merchant put the sulfur back in its cage, she still had that bewildered expression on her face.

Just like that, you left?

She stood in the center of the enclosure and looked around. Apart from a few brown foxes still on guard, she didn't see anything strange.

There was no sign of that obnoxious baron, nor of his sallow-faced rats.

In the distance, towards the caravan camp, the enormous airship had already pulled out the rock spikes, and its hull slowly lifted off the ground, rising higher and higher.

He's really gone.

laugh.

They must be scared.

He was terrified by the young ladies of the main family. Sure enough, all that show of strength was just for show.

So, I still won.

The fox-woman merchant smugly dusted off her hands and turned to take another look at the sulfur in the cage.

But they found the white mouse girl raising her head, her red pupils staring straight up at the sky.

The fox guard beside him also craned his neck, and the spear in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hey, isn't that strange ship getting closer and closer?"

The fox-woman merchant suddenly looked up.

The airship did not fly far.

After it rose to a sufficiently high altitude, it turned around and swooped down toward the cage area.

Below the airship, a dark, shadowy object was hanging precariously!

The anchor, a three-pronged iron anchor, which the flying mice had somehow bought from the market.

The anchor, firmly bound by several thick hemp ropes, hung several meters below the airship, like an enormous iron fishhook, pressing forward along the gaps in the cage area.

The three anchor claws opened like the gaping maws of an iron beast, whistling past the edge of the cage.

"Oh no! Get out of the way!"

"what!"

The fox-girl guards screamed and scattered in all directions.

The fox-woman merchant screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching her head.

The massive anchor struck the rat cage containing the sulfur directly, its claws smashing through the iron bars on the side of the cage, and the entire cage was pushed half a meter out of the way upon impact.

The anchor hook got stuck in the gap of the cage bars, the thick hemp rope tightened, and the entire rat cage was pulled up from the ground, spun twice in mid-air, and rapidly ascended with scraps of iron and straw.

"Take the bait!"

Molen stood on the ship's railing, watching with amusement the fox-woman merchant below, who was baring her teeth in anger.

"I don't want to stay in this awful place for another second."

"Go back to Aishan!"

The airship, towing its spoils, sped away amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

"Owner……"

On the airship, Lym tugged at Moren's sleeve.

Oh, I almost forgot about the important matter.

Moren looked at the tiny slime scout and asked:

"So, Lyme, what did you see under the warehouse?"

Lem crossed his arms and turned his face away, as if recalling some extremely terrifying scene.

After a while, she took out a round, slimy ball from her bosom.

Blood-red, foul-smelling slimy spheres.

"Blood... the entire area beneath the new market is covered in blood..."

"A sea of ​​blood..."

Chapter 41 Demon Blood? Konjac?

A red, slimy ball the size of a fist was passed from hand to hand among the mouse girls, each little hand trembling as it received it.

As the lime sucks away the slime from the slime ball, the red liquid slowly flows into the tin cup below.

The stench, mixed with the smell of iron, made the rat girls cover their noses.

Without a doubt, this is a cup of blood.

"Oh, how scary."

"Could it be one of those missing rat girls...?"

"Stop talking, stop talking, I'm going to throw up."

The flying rats frowned, while the newly rescued slave rats huddled together in fear.

Lem stood next to Morren and described it slowly and quietly.

"A very large lake, underground..."

"Many slaves are digging; the water is red, the whole lake..."

The mouse girls started chattering in fear.

"An entire lake? How many rats would that take to kill?!"

"How scary, how scary, how scary!"

Molen reached out and took the glass of red liquid, smelled it, then swirled the glass, watching the liquid sway steadily without any signs of clumping or forming lumps.

He thought for a moment and said:

"How is that possible? A person only has 5 liters of blood in their entire body, while the Rat Girl only has 3 liters."

"One cubic meter is equivalent to a thousand liters. Even if you drained the entire kingdom, you still couldn't fill a lake."

Blood usually coagulates within half a day after leaving the body, but this liquid, which Lyme brought out, has shown no signs of coagulation even after quite some time.

Among the rats, Sulfur, with its white hair and red eyes, stood out.

She reached out and took the tin cup, and to the astonishment of the mouse girls, tilted her head back and gulped down a large mouthful.

After wiping his mouth and putting down the cup, Sulfur said:

"It's demon blood."

"Demon blood, is it blood with magic power?" a mouse girl asked timidly.

“The Rubik’s Cube isn’t a cube with magic,” Morren said.

It starts with the character for "demon" and refers to something that can be eaten.

It could be a magic potion, but it's more likely to be konjac.

In terms of its properties, demon blood is closer to konjac.

It was merely a kind of artificial blood concocted by the kingdom's alchemists.

It's mainly for poor vampire girls who can't afford real blood to eat; a whole barrel can be bought for one copper coin, so cheap it's almost touching.

Aside from not easily solidifying or rotting, it has no other special features.

It would be very difficult to create this thing using only scientific methods.

But if you are a witch with flesh and blood or healing talents, this will definitely be the first thing your teacher teaches you to create.

A witch of flesh and blood.

The image of the blindfolded white dragon maiden flashed into Molen's mind.

He turned to look at Lyme.

Are there any members of the Holy Egg Hatching Society down here?

Lem nodded.

"Are there any tunnels still being dug down below, or some kind of complex underground facility?"

Lem shook his head and gestured with his little hand.

There is only one lake.

Is there only one lake?

What can you do with a lake of blood without magic?

Hell only exists in books; digging a pool of blood won't summon a super demon girl.

After thinking for a while, Moren felt he couldn't find a clue.

In any case, judging from those black foxes' tendency to kill and silence witnesses at the drop of a hat, that lake below was definitely not for the vampire girl to hold a party.

Regardless of the purpose of that blood lake, only one conclusion can be drawn.

Those foxes are up to no good.

Get ready for a fight.

It's time to bring out the cannon and teach these foxes what free trade really means.

"There are less than two months left until the month of disaster."

Moren glanced at the rat girls around him who were listening intently.

"Underground engineering is no joke. Relying on slaves to dig won't make progress quickly. We need to deal with the Disaster Moon first, and then contact Wolf Castle."

"No matter how powerful those black foxes are, there are no more than twenty of them."

"The troublesome one is that dragon girl."

“If she’s neutral, we’ll drive the fox away and build our own new market.”

“If she sides with the fox, then the kingdom and the state religion are likely in cahoots, which would be a huge problem.”