Let go of that monster girl!

"Luckily, the cat isn't some VIP guest; it's the fox next door that's really in trouble."

"With your esteemed status, Baron, you are sure to receive the highest level of hospitality."

"Make sure you wear thick pants when you come, meow!"

Jimmy tugged at the small comb stuck in his hair, but couldn't budge it, so he gave up and picked up his pen to continue writing:

“Normally, it would be fine if they just licked it, but during the month of disaster, those dogs were especially excited.”

"So those wells in the city are now covered in dog hair, and they smell even worse than cat hair."

"I can't take a shower, meow."

"After the cat stinks to death, Baron, remember to look at the cargo box on Big White's back. There are things the cat left for you in there, meow."

"Jimmy, the cat who kept his promise until the very last moment."

Jimmy solemnly folded the letter together.

Outside the window, a three-story-tall white unicorn was leisurely munching on mushrooms, occasionally glancing through the window at the catgirl who was writing her will.

It looked up and saw the strange thing gradually drifting closer on the distant horizon.

A chorus of howls erupted from the street below.

A large group of wolf girls and dog girls poured out from alleys, looking up at the sky, and the whole street instantly turned into a sea of ​​dogs.

"Awoooooo!"

The wolf girls and dog girls ran wildly through the streets, chasing after the airship.

The navigation mouse anxiously peered down from the ship's side.

"They won't shoot us down, will they?"

The fox-spirit nun lay flat on the deck, her hands crossed over her chest, her expression serene, and it seemed she had been gone for a while.

"Proceed according to plan," Morren instructed.

He walked to the ship's side, put his hands under the armpits of a flying mouse, and lifted the mouse girl up, extending her over the ship's side.

The flying mouse looked down at the densely packed pack of dog and wolf girls running wildly, a scene even more terrifying than a horde of chimeras, and squeaked in fear.

"Squeak s ...!"

"It's the Mouse Girl, woof!"

"It smells like Baron Morren, woof!"

"It smells so good! It smells so good!"

The howling wolf girls and dog girls below immediately turned into barking wolf girls and dog girls.

"Woof woof woof woof!"

But it still barked and chased after the airship, even faster than before.

It seems even scarier than before.

"Why are they still chasing after us, Zhiwa!"

That's just how dogs are.

Molen put the flying mouse back on the deck.

"All rats, check the bombs!"

Below were overly excited dogs, and Molen certainly didn't dare to lower the leash, for fear that the dogs would drag him all over the city like a kite.

The airship circled once above an open area in front of it, then landed hard on the ground with a thud.

Dust and smoke billowed up, and in the distance, pairs of eyes gleamed with gold and red light.

The mouse girls huddled together, trembling with fear, their mouse ears pressed tightly against their heads.

Molen stood bravely on the ship's railing.

As the smoke cleared, a bunch of silly dogs with their tongues hanging out and drooling were revealed.

"Baron Morren, woof!"

The dogs were about to lick it.

Molen suddenly reached out and lifted the unconscious fox-girl nun up in front of him.

All the silly expressions on the dog and wolf girls vanished instantly, their eyes flashing with ferocity, and they let out threatening growls, transforming one by one into the most dangerous hunters and warriors in an instant.

Molen let his hand fall and put the fox-girl nun down.

A group of dogs were sticking out their tongues and drooling, looking like they were about to lick it.

Molen raised his hand.

A group of the most dangerous hunters and warriors, always ready to tear their enemies apart.

Molen's hand fell limp.

"Baron Morren, woof!"

"All rats, drop the bomb!"

Molen seized the opportunity to issue an order.

The rat girls threw out bag after bag of jerky in unison, and the dogs drooled as they pounced on it and frantically snatched it up.

The dog that didn't get any jerky tried desperately to squeeze in, and the one that did grab quickly stuffed it into its mouth. After chewing a couple of times, it foamed at the mouth, collapsed, and convulsed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Molenlaim and the rat girls quickly jumped off the ship from the other side and made their escape.

He hadn't even forgotten the fox-girl nun who was still unconscious.

The two rat girls, one supporting her shoulder and the other her feet, carried the fox-girl nun along at a trot.

Considering the rats' height, the fox girl's butt might hurt a little when she wakes up.

But at least Morren's buttocks were saved.

They finally stopped when they reached a place that looked like an inn. The man, the fox, the slime, and a group of rats finally stopped.

"Wow, these dogs are so scary!"

The flying mouse was out of breath from running.

Molen also wiped away a bead of sweat.

If it weren't for the fact that he was heading straight to the new market with a suicidal attitude, he would never have been willing to come to Wolfsburg first.

The wolf girl is strong and stupid, while the dog girl is stupid and strong.

In fact, their intelligence is not low at all, but rather very high.

They are just particularly prone to excitement, and the purer their wolf blood, the more dog-like they become. Therefore, the leaders of wolf packs are always those dog-girl families with flawed wolf blood.

These guys are allies that Morren must win over. They must have also received the Saintess's invitation, so it would be best to take them with him to the new market.

A flying mouse timidly raised its little hand and asked:

"Hey, where did Big Ben go, creak?"

"I left her behind to guard the airship, lest the dogs get too excited and destroy it."

Molen promised the navigation mouse a two-week vacation before she finally agreed to bravely sacrifice her hair.

"There's no time to mourn for the navigation mouse," Morren ordered.

"Find a safe place to hide this fox, so the dog won't eat it."

Then we walked toward the tallest building in Wolfsburg.

The tall white unicorn silently watched all this, still chewing on its mushrooms, and glanced back at the catgirl who was trying to seal the will with wax.

Chapter 77 Noble Etiquette

"This barracks is huge!"

"This store is huge!"

"The street is paved with stone slabs, creak!"

As the flying mice climbed the steps, they looked around excitedly, their round ears twitching back and forth.

When they looked up at the building atop Wolfsburg, all the mouse girls couldn't help but gape.

The Duchess's Castle stands at the highest point of Wolfsburg, and its columns alone are as thick as three rats could hug.

The walls are carved with numerous relief patterns, and towering spires are adorned with fluorite lanterns, their pale yellow light illuminating the castle's silhouette.

The city gate was forged from a single piece of iron, and the gateposts were decorated with intricate serpentine reliefs.

It was truly magnificent; in comparison, the low hill looked like a rat hole.

"I never imagined that dogs could build such a magnificent structure!"

"Could their craftsmen be very skilled? I just don't know why the reliefs are all snake girls."

Moren was too lazy to recount the history of the snake girl and the dogs again, and simply said casually:

"They are very powerful, especially the gray-haired wolf girl."

Just how powerful is this guy?

She single-handedly fought against the entire wolf pack, holding off the huskies and preventing them from destroying the wolf castle.

Two fully armored dog girls stood on either side of the castle gate, their furry ears peeking out from the openings on either side of their helmets.

Each held a halberd as long as two rats, and stood upright.

But if your hearing is good enough, you can hear them both snoring softly.

The flying mouse crept stealthily toward the gate, tiptoeing and crouching as it moved forward step by step. Just when it thought everything was going smoothly, it looked up.

The two female dogs had opened their eyes at some point and were staring at her silently.

"Squeak!"

Startled, she turned and darted behind Morren.

If it were in the years when the sun still shines, or if it were a lord who still maintains a rigid and dignified style.

If Morren wants to visit the other party, he needs to send his most capable subordinate at least half a month in advance with a carefully worded letter.

If the other party is interested, an invitation letter with an exquisite gold border will be politely presented by an envoy.

This step alone often takes several weeks.

Formal meetings among nobles had exquisite requirements regarding name cards, timing, order of arrival, attire, drinking etiquette, and even the distance between the cutlery.

Before each formal banquet, the cook would straighten every wrinkle in Moren's clothes and correct every line Moren was supposed to say, rehearsing every movement.

At the banquet, the distinguished guests always arrive late with just the right amount of pomp and circumstance, while every participant has already eaten their fill long beforehand.

The table is laden with delicious food. If you take even one more bite, people will start gossiping behind your back about whether your family has fallen on hard times.

Of course, these once-glorious habits have long since vanished with the passing of time.

So the two dog girls simply exchanged a glance and then spoke.

"Your mother is waiting for you in the drawing room."

Wow, that's so rude.

Even if Molen knew he wasn't someone who desperately needed to be won over, this was still far too rude.

Our family has declined.

Passing through the castle's courtyard, the former courtyard ground is now paved with neat stone bricks, but traces of hedges can still be faintly seen on some of the different colored bricks.

The flying mouse asked in a low voice as it walked:

"Your Excellency, how did they know we were coming?"

"Our airship is so big, everyone can see it, right?"

"Then why didn't they pounce on us?"

"Of course, only dogs that won't pounce on you will be assigned to guard the gate."