Let go of that monster girl!

This thing could barely be described as fish-shaped. It had no scales, and a huge, single eye stared straight at Moren from the center of its head, its wet pupil fixed on him.

Molen stared intently at it as well.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

Molen gave the fishing rod a sharp jerk, and the fish shattered into a pile of bloody foam in the air before splashing back into the sea of ​​flesh outside the city wall.

Then cast the hook and continue fishing.

Not being able to eat it doesn't affect fishing.

Don't you see, many anglers come up empty-handed every day, yet they still go out to feed the fish every night?

A cannon shot rang out in the distance, and the militia rats fired, destroying a giant whale that had just approached their firing range.

Compared to the first few days of the month of disaster, the number of giant whales has decreased significantly.

At first, there were more than a dozen every day, but after a few days there were only a few left, and now only one appears occasionally.

Instead, crimson giant birds began to appear in the sky, flapping their wings, which were also made of flesh and blood foam, and flew northward through the canopy of the flesh and blood giant tree.

Fortunately, those birds had no interest in anything below, otherwise they would have been a very troublesome enemy.

Occasionally, other little things will appear, such as the fish that Morren is fishing for.

The month of disaster is truly wondrous.

Magic is truly amazing.

This world is generally quite materialistic; at least if you can't beat someone, you really can't beat them.

In all the years since Moren's reincarnation, I've never heard of anyone experiencing a sudden surge of spiritual power that allowed them to box with the Dragon Girl.

The state religion wielded considerable power, but it never proclaimed that faith would bring blessings or that doing good deeds would lead to heaven.

If you get sick, go to the Catholic pastor, and she will prescribe you a dose of fennel seeds and ask other parishioners to take care of you.

The so-called miracles and saints were actually just magic and witches. The state religion made no attempt to hide this fact, but simply attributed them to the gifts of the Goddess of Creation.

Although this world has monster girls like Ryme, which clearly defy the laws of physics.

However, they also conform to the common sense of "magic" and have obvious internal laws, which are just not yet fully explained.

And the month of disaster.

Moren looked at the crimson hell outside the city walls, a place only those with a high fever would dream of.

The tree, the sea, the bird, the fish.

Such an absurd scene.

Is it truly possible to unravel its inherent laws in the future?

Soft footsteps sounded beside him. Sulfur walked up to Morren and stood down, his short white hair fluttering slightly in the cold wind.

Molen handed her a plate of white, unidentified material sitting on the battlement beside him.

"Would you like an ice cream, the mouse milk kind?"

“Giant rat milk,” Morren added.

Sulfur shook his head and handed Moren a cup of warm sugar-salt water.

Molen took it and drank a sip.

It's quite sweet.

Sulfur's eyes were fixed on the distant scene of the calamity moon, where the branches of the giant flesh tree swayed slowly in the air, emitting a faint scarlet halo.

"Is this the first time you've seen the Disaster Moon?" Morren asked.

Sulfur nodded.

"Is it different from the calamity moon scene I imagined?" Morren asked again.

The sulfur nodded again.

What do you imagine a calamity moon to be like?

Sulfur was silent for a moment, then replied:

"It was terrible, very dangerous, with many monsters, and many people died and were displaced."

Sulfur thought of the catgirls who had briefly taken her in, wondering if they had safely reached Wolfsburg.

Molen, still holding his fishing rod, said confidently:

"That's right, that's exactly how the Disaster Moon is."

He spread out one hand, first pointing to the cannons on the city wall, then to the rat girls who were still frolicking and gliding on the ice.

He then pointed to the churning sea of ​​flesh and blood outside the city walls.

"The month of disaster is dangerous; the low hills are safe, that's all."

Sulfur looked at Morren's profile and finally couldn't help but ask:

Was the hillside always this safe?

The smile on Morren's face vanished.

Those screams, that blood, those graves, seem to still be right before my eyes.

However, Morren immediately put on a smile and gave the fishing rod a shake.

"Do not worry."

"It will be safer in the future."

Chapter 64 Delicious Nutritious Paste

Molen pushed open the wooden door to the bathroom and came out, wrapped in a coarse bath towel.

The month of disaster lasted a full month, so he needed to relax a bit.

Lime held the plate steadily in both hands. Inside were a few dried mushrooms, a beautifully presented custard pudding, and a cup of warm sugar and salt water.

She looked up at Morren, her eyes widening in surprise for a moment before she closed them again, lowered her head, and handed him the plate.

"Why are they dried mushrooms, not mushroom cakes?"

"The oven isn't installed yet."

Lem turned his face away shyly.

The oven is indeed quite large, entirely built into the wall, and hasn't had time to be moved into the baron's castle underground yet.

However, to be honest, the mushroom pancakes in the Miner Rat's Kitchen weren't baked properly.

Molen took the plate, picked up a dried mushroom, put it in his mouth, and chewed it a couple of times.

Yeah, it's just as bad as mushroom pancakes.

Dried mushrooms and mushroom cakes are just different in appearance, and they taste pretty much the same after being grilled.

It doesn't taste as good as chewing flour; at least it has no flavor.

Hiss, flour.

Hey, Morren has an idea.

"Lyme, come to my bedroom."

"Lie down in the bedroom!"

Moren carried the plate up the spiral stone stairs, with Lem following behind, clutching the hem of her skirt with both hands, the slime looking like she was about to melt with nervousness.

He placed the plate on the bedroom carpet and then began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, scattering blueprints and various jingling trinkets all over the floor.

Finally, Morren pulled out a large jar from the deepest part of the wardrobe.

The jar was opened, revealing it filled with fine, white powder.

Caustic soda.

Sodium hydroxide.

The byproducts of chlorine gas produced by electrolyzing brine during the previous extermination of the ant girls, even without much special effort to recycle, amounted to dozens of sacks.

It's piled up in a huge heap in the warehouse; this is just a small part of it.

In the Middle Ages, lye was not a rare commodity.

Crude alkali, which can be made by mixing plant ash with water, is so common that no one sells it anymore.

The exquisite, ultra-high purity caustic soda in Moren's hand is theoretically quite rare, but unfortunately it only earned him a gasp of amazement from the alchemist.

For now, it's completely outclassed by wood ash.

However, some things can only be done with strong alkali.

Lyme knelt on the carpet, watching blankly as his master mercilessly ground the dried mushrooms into powder with an iron spoon, then poured it all into the water jug ​​next to him.

Then Morren picked up the large jar and began adding small pinches of white powder into it, shaking the jar after each addition.

Could there be something edible in that big jar?

Molen shook the water jug ​​twice with satisfaction and asked:

"Lyme, what do you think is the hardest thing to digest?"

Lem tilted his head and thought for a while.

"I didn't expect that."

Slime Girl, how terrifying!

Slime Girl can gather magical power to forcibly decompose many things that would not normally be corroded by acid.

However, if we disregard magic, there is a very common substance that is extremely difficult to dissolve in acid.

Hair.

There's a saying that if you feed a 120-pound dead dog to a pig, all that's left is gold teeth and her hair.

However, if you put your hair in an alkaline solution, it won't take long for the hair to completely dissolve.

Unlike acid-catalyzed hydrolysis, hydroxide ions rapidly attack peptide bonds, directly causing a chemical reaction.

Alkali itself does not hydrolyze starch.

That would make sense; all that's needed is for the alkali solution to dissolve the chitin and protein.

What's left is pure starch that doesn't dissolve in water, so at least it won't have any strange taste.

Molen shook the water jug, watching the liquid inside turn white.

Of course, theory is theory, and Molen wasn't sure what the nutritional mushrooms actually contained, so it was normal for it to fail.

But that would only waste two dried mushrooms, no loss.

Molen handed the water jug ​​to Lyme, picked up the glass of sweet salt water for himself, and looked at her with a smile.

Because the mixture was not precisely balanced, there will definitely be too much base, which will need to be neutralized with some slime acid.

Lyme looked at the water jug.

Look at Morren.

Then he glanced at the glass of sweet salt water in Moran's hand.

Hey, what does Master mean?

Her clever little head spun around three times before she finally understood her owner's intention.

Lyme picked up the water jug ​​with both hands, tilted his head back, and gulped down the murky liquid.

Molen was stunned.

No, who told you to drink it all?

Lyme puffed out her cheeks as the mixture churned inside her mouth.

after awhile.

Lyme opened his little mouth, cupped his hands in front of his chin, and carefully spat the milky white starch solution into his palms.