Let go of that monster girl!

A deep, muffled roar came from deep within a mine, sending rocks flying and dust billowing up.

Synthetic ammonia, ammonium nitrate fertilizer, ammonium nitrate explosives.

This is the violent aesthetics that industrial civilization should possess.

He smiled but didn't say anything.

Chapter 75 Setting Off Again

Lyme stood at the entrance of the mine shaft, tiptoeing to reach the clothesline.

Although she wasn't tall, the mouse girls were even shorter, so they could easily reach the ropes.

Recently, a clever carpenter mouse discovered that by tying a large wooden bucket to the waterwheel and making the water spin, one could wash clothes.

The Baron calls this a "harmful load," but he allows the rats to do it when the power demand is low.

Lyme hummed a soft song as she took the wet dresses out of the basket one by one.

Some of the sleeves had loose threads, and some of them were probably washed together, turning pinkish because of a little red shawl that the mouse girl had dyed herself.

Each garment had a small cloth tag sewn on it to prevent them from getting mixed up.

The water dripping from her wet clothes flowed down Lyme's thin arms, was absorbed into her body, and then expelled from under her body.

Her maid outfit was spotless, not a drop of water on it.

Soon, a row of little skirts were lined up on the rope.

The tattered little skirts fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, and the faded patches swayed softly along with them.

Since the hills don't get much sunlight, air drying might be more suitable than sun drying.

Lyme bent down and began taking out the smaller clothes from under the basket.

There are triangles with checkered patterns, pure white triangles, and pink triangles with bows. Most of them are secondhand items that have been hand-stitched several times.

Lyme hung them up one by one.

For well-known reasons, they were all wearing only underwear, and there wasn't even a single children's bra.

Sulfur, with a short spear tucked under his arm and a plate of nutritious porridge in his hand, walked by while putting it into his mouth.

Lem picked up a pair of square-shaped pants and held them above his head to look at them.

The colors were plain and there were no patterns, but the material was clearly much better than the other clothes in the basket.

Sulfur took two steps, then silently retreated backward, glancing sideways at Lyme.

Lyme smiled shyly, gently covering the little pair of pants to her chest. After a while, she reluctantly hung them on the line.

Sulfur expressionlessly stuffed a spoonful of paste into his mouth.

That's it?

The young female chef is so innocent.

At least smell it.

If it were me, I would just put it on my head.

After chewing the sulfurous paste, he asked:

"Lyme, you seem unusually happy today."

Lyme turned his head, and his light-colored eyes could be vaguely seen under his bangs.

"I went to the hospital to help."

"The rats recovered very quickly."

"And the owner even patted my head."

Sulfur paused for a moment.

She really is a silly little slime girl.

Is he some silly person who thinks kissing will result in a baby?

He was actually satisfied with just being patted on the head.

Sulfur raised his hand and touched his short hair.

hateful……

I feel a little envious.

Speaking of which, this little guy has been to the New Market, Flower Town, and Dessert Hill with his boss.

The eldest brother took her everywhere he went, even letting her sleep in the baron's castle...

Could they have already...?

The sulfur made the paste in the plate taste even worse.

Lem tilted his head, looking at the sulfur that had suddenly fallen silent with a puzzled expression.

Sulfur stuffed his mouth with more paste, looked up at Lyme, suddenly sighed, and picked up his spoon.

"Little Lime, let me teach you a few tricks."

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Molen felt that Lyme was acting strangely today.

The color seems a bit darker than usual.

Lyme followed him wherever he went.

But if he glances at Lyme, she immediately hides shyly.

Although I always hide very stupidly.

On the airship's docking platform, the mouse girls were busy loading cargo boxes onto the ship.

Two mining rats were carrying a wooden box that was bigger than themselves, shouting "One, two, three, squeak!"

Several other ratgirls were squatting on the deck, inspecting the ropes and propellers.

Lyme crouched next to a cargo box, holding up a small wooden sign that hadn't been nailed on yet, shielding his face with both hands.

Only its bangs and half an eye were visible as it peeked at its owner from the edge of the wooden board.

Molen glanced at her unintentionally.

The dark green color instantly spread to the tips of Lyme's ears. She shoved the wooden sign against her face and curled up behind the cargo box.

A flying mouse carrying a hammer and nails walked over and looked at the wooden sign in Lyme's hand.

"This wooden sign needs to be nailed up, give me back my squeak."

The flying mouse reached out and snatched the wooden sign from Lyme's hand.

Lem stood frozen in place, his hands raised in front of his face, now without any cover.

She froze for a moment, then quickly turned around and buried her face in the side of the cargo box.

Molen pretended not to see it.

Teacher Ma followed the fox-spirit nun furtively.

"Pfft, pfft."

With deep dark circles under her eyes, she made a soft sound to attract the fox spirit's attention.

Teacher Ma leaned forward, lowered her voice, and pulled a small wooden tube from her bosom, holding it mysteriously in her hand.

"You must have some connections in business, I have a great idea to make a fortune."

Ok.

What's wrong with them all today?

The flying mouse jumped back onto the deck from the mast, its little leather boots heels together, and stood at attention to salute Morren.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, the airship is ready and can take off at any time!"

The rat girls gathered below the platform waved upwards.

"Safe journey!"

"Bring back some delicious food this time too!"

"Say hello to those dogs for us!"

The mouse girls on the deck also leaned over the gunwale and waved down in response, chattering noisily.

The white ant girl stood quietly among the rats, next to the snake nun, who raised a hand and slowly shook it.

Because Morren was unwilling to let the ant girl board the ship, the stubborn snake-girl nun decided to walk back with her.

The fox, on the other hand, was very happy to have a ride on the wind and had already found a sheltered corner to curl up its big tail and prepare to take a nap.

The cable was released, the balloon filled up, and the airship steadily rose, leaving the top of the low mountain and flying northeast.

The light from the fluorite lamp grew smaller and smaller below, eventually disappearing into the endless darkness.

Lyme moved his body little by little, only moving a small section at a time.

After a while, she finally moved to Moren's side and leaned her body against him, her small shoulders touching Moren's arm.

She didn't speak, but kept her face down, the tips of her ears still dark.

The fox-spirit nun huddled in a corner at the stern of the boat, her large tail covering her body, clutching the small wooden tube to her chest, and chuckling as if talking in her sleep.

"Hehehe, once we make a fortune from this..."

The blueprint couldn't fit in the small wooden tube, and that teacher Ma couldn't possibly know any of Molen's formula secrets.

So Morren decided to ignore her.

The navigation mouse, controlling the helm, reported to Morren.

"Report! The wind direction is favorable; we are expected to arrive at Wolfsburg in three hours!"

"Wolf Wolf Wolf Wolf Castle!"

The fox-spirit nun suddenly opened her eyes, her voice instantly rising eight octaves, and her entire body sprang up as if to flip overboard.

The two mouse girls reacted quickly, grabbing her legs from either side.

"Let me go! Let me go! This isn't the boat to the new market! I want to get off! Let me off!"

Chapter 76 There are a thousand idiots like this

"Dear Your Excellency, the Baron,..."

"The cat is dying."

"It was licked to death."

Jimmy sighed and adjusted the light of the fluorite lantern.

The dim, yellowish light of the fluorite illuminated her dirty little face, her hair matted into clumps.

Some parts were sticking up and some parts were collapsing, with a small comb stuck on top, making the whole cat look terrible.

Behind her, on the large communal bed, the cat merchants weren't in much better shape; their hair had been licked so much by the dogs that it looked like an afro.

The fur was stuck together and hardened into a clump, and the whole room was filled with the strong smell of dog saliva.

The catgirls lay listlessly on the bed, their tails drooping and motionless, their cat ears hanging limply, their eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

A catgirl wanted to groom her companion, but after just one lick, she couldn't help sticking out her tongue, her whole face scrunching up.

"Stop licking it, it already smells awful," Jimmy said weakly to his colleague.

With a pained expression, she continued writing on the letter:

"Your Excellency should know that dogs have three basic manners: licking their face, licking their paws, and licking their butts."

"The cat is the boss. When it goes out to sell or buy things, every dog ​​that buys things has to lick the cat."