Let go of that monster girl!

The mouse thought for a while before coming up with its next line.

"Squeak! I'm going to eat you all up!"

Behind the mouse "Moren," the tablecloth "Lyme" and several other mouse actors without lines began to tremble.

They are supposed to be playing the roles of slave rats in the new market.

Okay, Morren figured it out.

This is clearly the scene where he almost got killed by the Black Fox in the new market. It was probably relayed by the slave rats to the mouse rat, and then the mouse rat told it to a screenwriter, with a few minor alterations added in the process.

Molen noticed a bump on the "Black Fox King's" head, and he could roughly guess what was going to happen next.

The mouse "Moren" raised its wooden sword and charged forward, while the mouse "Fox Girl" swung its stick to meet it.

Two tiny mice, each less than a meter long, clumsily started fighting on the stage, making a chaotic, clattering noise.

The mice playing the role of buildings behind them began to vigorously shake the tablecloth they were holding up.

Teacher Ma quietly reached out from the side and ripped off the curtain painted with a floating airship.

Molen paused for a moment.

Then I understood.

This is where Morren and the Black Fox fought a fierce battle that shook the heavens and earth, caused buildings to collapse, and even destroyed the airship.

Such rudimentary special effects.

After only a few rounds, "Moren's" wooden sword struck the little mouse "Fox Girl" on the head, knocking her to the ground, where she clutched her head.

It doesn't seem like acting.

Several adult rat girls in the audience covered their mouths, and Morren couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Well, how should I put it?

Although the plot is awkward, it is still within an acceptable range.

All the mouse actors lined up and walked to the front of the stage, bowing in unison.

The tablecloth "Lime" stepped on its own cloth while bowing and almost fell to the ground.

Teacher Ma was the first to clap, secretly glancing at Mo Lun's reaction as she did so, her face full of nervousness.

The rats clapped along, but the applause was sparse.

A mouse girl sitting in the front row muttered to herself.

"It feels a bit fake."

"Exactly, the Baron isn't that weak."

Actually, one black fox is enough to wipe out the entire hill, but there's no need to explain that to the rats.

However, it seems that Molen knows who wrote the script.

The rats led the mice away one after another, and the little actors hopped and skipped out, mimicking the fighting moves they had just performed.

The mouse with two bumps on its head received an extra piece of candy.

She held the candy above her head and waved it around among the mice.

"Look, the mouse has two bags, so the mouse has candy!"

This drew envious glances, and many mice scratched their heads, seriously considering whether they should try it next time.

Molen stood up from the blanket, walked over to Ma Niang, who was tidying up the curtains, patted her on the shoulder, and gestured for her to stay.

A moment later, Teacher Ma sat awkwardly on the blanket, her eyes darting around uneasily, not daring to look Mo Lun in the eye.

Before Morren could even speak, she prostrated herself on the ground in a dogeza (lower abdomen position).

"My Lord Baron, please don't kill me. I'll do anything you ask."

"Oh, so you admit that you wrote the script."

"Just a little bit of freedom, just a little bit."

Molen crossed his arms and looked down at the horse girl lying on the ground.

"I'm not angry."

Teacher Ma carefully raised her head.

“On the contrary, I have a new job I'd like to give you,” Morren continued.

"Then you might as well kill me."

The horse girl lay down again.

"Add more money."

Ma Niang immediately raised her head.

"Please speak, Baron."

"I want to get a newspaper for the mice."

"newspaper?"

"You know, drawing little comics, writing short articles, teaching a little bit of knowledge. You've probably seen newspapers, right? One a week, the quantity..."

Molen did a quick mental calculation and continued:

"Just get a hundred."

The horse girl lay down again.

"Your Excellency, you might as well kill me. Without a movable type printing press, I'll die if I have to make a hundred copies by hand."

Movable type printing, a technology also invented by the Eastern Kingdom in this world, was introduced to the Rat Girl Kingdom along with gunpowder.

In the Mouse Girl Kingdom, she thrived, since the common language only had about twenty letters and the number of fonts was pitifully small, making typesetting efficiency quite high.

Without movable type printing, a skilled craftsman could only carve about 50 characters in a whole day.

Newspapers were out of the question, and the printing industry simply collapsed.

Even with movable type printing, newspapers and books remained luxuries enjoyed by only a select few.

The advantages of movable type printing are obvious, but its shortcomings are also clear.

There are only words, no pictures.

Given the current literacy rate in Aishan, the newspaper will definitely have more pictures than words in the early stages. Even if a movable type printing press were to be acquired, it would not show any advantage.

Of course, Molen had his methods.

In situations like this, it's time to bring out the all-powerful Miss Lyme again.

"Lym, come here for a second."

Chapter 68 Slime Printing Method

The alchemical rats squatted beside the stone mortar in the corner of the workshop, one holding the pestle and the other adding ingredients into it.

Black soot was scraped down from the inside of the chimney and piled up in a wooden basin, which was then fed into the stone mortar by small hands, pinch by pinch.

One of the rat girls opened the lid of the pottery jar, and inlaid animal oil flowed out of the jar's mouth, forming a long, sticky thread.

"No matter how you make the ink, it's still our business."

"It stinks so bad, my nose is going to rot."

The alchemical rats wailed, but their hands didn't stop working.

Ink is easy to make; just scrape some soot from the chimney, add some animal fat, and the simplest ink is done.

But Chimera oil is practically a concentrated form of Chimera's horrible, foul odor. It's usually only used occasionally by blacksmith rats as a lubricant, and no rat girl would ever be so foolish as to eat it.

Unfortunately, this is the only oil that Aishan currently has in large quantities. There is just too much of it, all of which are byproducts from scraping sausage casings and making jerky.

If it weren't for the extremely horrible smell when burned, it could probably be used as fuel.

Molen could already imagine that the newspapers printed in this way would be filled with the "fragrance" of knowledge.

Hopefully, the rat girls' thirst for knowledge can overcome their olfactory "fragrance."

Teacher Ma stared at the thing in Mo Lun's hand with a very strange look.

At first glance, it looks like a bottomless stew pot.

Upon closer inspection, it really is a bottomless stew pot.

The stew pot is cylindrical, like a bucket.

There was a large, round hole in the bottom of the pot. It was probably because one day the rat in charge of cooking at the mine rat canteen stuffed too much firewood into the stove, or maybe it took a nap and the pot burned dry.

In short, the size of the hole is exactly the size of Lyme's neck.

Moren placed the pot bottom up on Lyme's head and pressed down on the rim of the pot with both hands.

Lyme's head was slightly deformed by the pressure, and his light green, translucent hair was squeezed into the round hole.

With a pop, the head passed through the hole and bounced back to its original shape.

The hole in the bottom of the pot got stuck firmly in Lyme's neck.

Lem twisted his head, and the pot shook.

Teacher Ma lowered her head and her eyes met those of Lime, who was looking up from the pot.

Teacher Ma opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But unable to comprehend what the Baron was thinking, he simply kept quiet.

Then, Molen took out a kitchen knife.

With a snapping sound, several pieces of slime recycled from the cannon casting were chopped into small pieces and thrown into the pot.

Lime held onto the edge of the pot with both little hands, carefully maintaining her balance so that the gel pieces wouldn't fall out.

The fragments melted instantly upon contact with Lyme's head, and in no time the pot was filled with a greenish liquid.

Lyme's head was completely submerged under the liquid, gurgling and bubbling.

Under the bewildered gaze of Teacher Ma, Mo Lun took out a large stack of cut white paper and placed it directly above the pot opening, pressing the paper stack onto the liquid surface.

He held the stack of papers down with one hand and reached to the bottom with the other, pulling out the bottom sheet that was covered in slime.

The side of the paper facing up is clean.

Turn it over, and the entire back is covered with a layer of moist, light green film.

The alchemist took the paper, spread it on a smooth wooden board, and used a scraper to smooth and even out the adhesive layer along the paper surface, stroke by stroke.

"It's much easier to scrape than the intestines of a chimera."

It takes less than a second to pull out a tissue; you pull one out, hand it over, and scrape off the next one.

In less than two minutes, dozens of sheets of paper coated with slime were all scraped flat.

Since slime is not a true liquid, it cannot penetrate the paper fibers, leaving only a slightly tough green film on one side of the paper after drying.

It actually looks kind of delicious.

Teacher Ma stared at the dried paper for a long time, still unable to understand what it had to do with printing.

Molen picked up a metal stylus that the mine rat usually used to mark stones.

The so-called iron pen is just a small iron rod that has been sharpened. Without ink, it marks stones by sheer force.

He flipped over a piece of dried paper and casually drew a cartoon lime on the side with the slime glue.

A round head, with bangs covering her eyes.

Of course, it couldn't draw any color, leaving only a faint scratch in the shape of a cartoon lime.

That's exactly the scratch I wanted.

"Look closely."

Molen took a piece of plain white paper and laid it on the table, then covered it with the paper that had just been scratched, with the scratched side facing up.

He picked up a small brush, dipped it in a little ink, frowned at the horrible smell, and then brushed it onto the cartoon lime.