Let go of that monster girl!

The pus and filthy blood began to disintegrate the moment they came into contact with the mucus, and the rotting flesh dissolved and dissipated little by little, turning into a wisp of filth on Lyme's arm, which gradually faded away along her translucent little arm.

After all the pus, blood, and necrotic tissue were removed, a thin layer of slime was applied to the clean wound.

The wounded mouse had already fainted, its little face flushed red, its chest heaving rapidly, its breathing shallow and quick, and its round ears drooping limply on the pillow.

The dwarf mountain mouse girls craned their heads, looking both frightened and anxious.

Lem looked up and peered at Moren through the gap in his bangs.

Molen reached out and patted her head.

The rest is up to their own immune system.

Moren turned around and looked at the snake-woman nun standing in the corner of the room.

"Since you were sent by the White Dragon Saintess, you should know a few tricks of flesh and blood magic, right?"

The snake-woman nun clasped her hands together, her slender eyes half-closed, and her snake tail swayed slowly behind her.

“The scriptures say that pain is the suffering that comes from turning away from the guide.”

"I am willing to pay."

The snake-woman nun smiled but remained silent.

Morren placed his hand on the hilt of the rune sword at his waist.

The fox-spirit nun, standing behind the snake-spirit nun, saw Morren's actions and quickly reached out to tug at the snake-spirit nun's sleeve.

"We're still on their territory!"

Then the fox-woman nun loosened her sleeves, clasped her hands together in front of her, and put on a big smile, half-heartedly imitating the snake-woman nun's usual tone.

"Since your brilliance shines upon all things, I am naturally willing to help you, Baron."

The white ant girl had somehow wandered into the midst of the feverish, wounded rats.

She spread out her four slender hands, which emitted a faint white-gold glow.

On the wounded rat's flushed face, the tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and its rapid breathing gradually slowed down.

The dwarf mountain rat tending the wounded quickly reached out and touched her little head; her temperature had indeed dropped considerably.

This strange ant girl was probably not born for healing, but it would be good if she could alleviate the symptoms a little.

Chapter 74 The First Year Plan

In the underground conference hall of the low hill, thirty-one foreman rats crowded on both sides of a long table, chattering noisily.

Standing on a stool, slamming the table, chasing after their companions by the tail, glaring at each other head to head, forehead to forehead.

However, their height of 1.4 meters meant that even when they argued heatedly, they had little intimidating power.

The brown-haired foreman, Mouse, stood on a stool with his hands on his hips, trying to appear taller by standing on tiptoe, and said loudly:

"Change the porridge first; you can only work if you eat well!"

Across from them, a black-haired foreman, Rat, pouted and retorted with dissatisfaction:

"It's not like you can't eat it, just eat it!"

"You make it sound so easy! Try eating three bowls of porridge every day and see!"

"I'll eat three bowls!"

Another foreman, Rat, raised a wrench and slammed it on the table, shouting:

"Stop arguing! We should build more electric motors first. With electric motors, everything will be easier!"

"Squeak! What are you going to use to build an electric motor?! Go mine, go mine first! If you don't have any ore, what are you going to build a hammer for?!"

"You're the one who builds hammers!"

"Paste!"

"mine!"

"Paste!"

"mine!!"

The discussion quickly degenerated into the level of children bickering.

The two mouse girls glared at each other angrily, and the other mice nearby also lined up.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing."

Molen lowered his hands from his forehead and pressed them down with his outstretched arms.

All the foreman rats turned to look at Morren.

Although the little ones stopped arguing, they secretly tugged at each other's tails under the table, while trying their best to maintain a serious expression of listening attentively.

Molen sighed.

"Ugh."

If the calamity moon is about to strike, then everyone will only worry about the calamity moon.

But if the month of disaster does not pose a threat for the time being, then there are many things to worry about.

Molen glanced at the foreman rats in front of him, then his gaze fell on the little one on his left who was pulling on her companion's tail, and he pointed at her.

"You go first."

The brown-haired foreman mouse quickly withdrew his little hand, puffed out his little chest, and cleared his throat:

"We should plant more mushrooms first, and also plant wood mushrooms. With food, the hill can accommodate more rats."

The foreman mouse, whose tail had been pulled, took the opportunity to turn around, its little hand already reaching for her tail.

Molen pointed at her just in time.

"You go second."

"We can't keep eating dried meat, mushrooms, and porridge. How about we go to the Shining Sea in the west and buy some fish?"

But immediately a mouse began to mutter softly.

"Those long-legged fish taste even worse than mushy porridge."

"The cook has already improved the porridge; it's not as bad as it used to be."

The fourth foreman, Rat, stood up voluntarily, holding a hammer high in his hand, and said imposingly:

"We don't care what we eat, we should make more weapons and then go to the north and east to rescue the rat girls from the other territories!"

A skinny foreman next to him shrank back and muttered under his breath:

"You don't even know where they are."

"Squeak!"

Seeing that the rats were about to fight again, Morren reached out and patted the table.

He turned to look at Lyme, who was sitting at the corner of the table.

"Lyme, what do you think?"

Lyme was silent for a moment, then spoke softly:

"I'm thinking about the injured mouse..."

The foreman rats, who were still fooling around, stopped and turned to Lyme to comfort her:

"Their conditions are much more stable now."

"Everything will be alright, squeak!"

"The fattest one can already eat mushrooms by itself."

Lem nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Molen tapped the edge of the table to draw the attention of all the mice back to the table.

"Actually, everyone is thinking about roughly the same things."

"Now that the month of disaster has temporarily passed, the goal now is to help more rat girls live a peaceful life."

He reached out and swept his hand over the map spread out on the table, a map that had been there ever since they cleared out the ant nest.

"Everyone, we must take back Dwarf Mountain Territory from the monsters."

"Not just the ant girl, drive all the monsters out."

Morren leaned over the map, tapping his finger on the low hill, then slid it to Flower Town, then to Dessert Hill, and finally swept his entire hand across the northernmost point.

“Aishan has minerals, Xianhua Town has timber, and Tiantangqiu has alum. We need to integrate these resources.”

"Since the Disaster Moon was able to snatch the Dwarf Mountain Territory from our hands, then we can snatch it back!"

The foreman rats looked at each other in bewilderment.

The meeting room was quiet for a while before one of the foreman rats finally raised his hand.

"But, Your Excellency, what should we do?"

"Road, railway."

Molen pulled a charcoal pencil from his pocket, bent down and drew a few lines on the map, connecting the low hills, Flower Town and Dessert Hill.

If you're Tyson, everyone else looks like a teddy bear.

The settlements in the Dark Zone were divided into isolated islands because crossing this dark wasteland was too dangerous.

But if the problem of rapid passage through the wasteland can be solved, it doesn't matter if it's a chimera, ant girl, fungus, corpse, or anything else.

As long as the shells can kill, it's not a problem.

Morren put away his charcoal pencil and said:

“I’ve calculated that connecting these places together would require about four to five hundred tons of iron.”

All the rats gasped in shock.

He spread his hands.

"This number isn't actually that exaggerated."

During that one month of disaster, the Light Rats used about fifty tons of iron to restore the underground mine tracks.

The iron ore in Aishan is of quite good quality, with an iron content of up to 40%, and in a few rich mines it can even reach 50%.

Iron ore is not a rare commodity.

A medium-sized mine vein contains at least ten million tons of iron ore, and a large, rich mine could contain up to one hundred million tons.

Five hundred tons is not even a fraction of a ton.

After all, this thing will be used as a building material in the future, so how rare can it be?

The problem is that we can't find it right now.

With lime and gunpowder, the mining rats can first burn the rocks with acid and then pour cold water on them. The gunpowder can also be used to blast rocks, greatly improving mining efficiency.

However, the acid had to be supplied to the smelters first, and the gunpowder had to be supplied to the militia rats first, so the amount allocated to the mines was ultimately limited.

We need something entirely new, efficient, and preferably with additional uses.

"I'm taking the religious group back to the new market, and I'll take this opportunity to order something for mining and farming."

"For mining, should we order a custom-made, super-sized rune drill bit?!"

Several foreman rats had their eyes shining and put their hands together as if they were already carrying the giant rune drill on their shoulders.

Molen sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Such a large rune artifact would probably be incredibly expensive; using it for mining would be far too extravagant.

He intends to order high-pressure containers that Aishan is currently unable to process.

And then...

A spectacular image flashed through Moran's mind.

The electric arc crackled as bag after bag of white granules was packed into burlap sacks and neatly stacked.