Let go of that monster girl!

It swayed to the right.

Jimmy's eyes followed it again.

When their eyes met, she quickly closed them.

The cat is angry, the cat is angry, hmph!

Moran tossed the silver metal in his hand toward Jimmy.

Jimmy quickly opened his eyes and reached out to catch it. He clasped his hands together, but didn't catch it properly. He reached out again, and the metal bounced between his two hands three or four times before he finally managed to grasp it.

Is it silver? Is the Baron trying to please the cat with silver?

wrong!

So light!

Jimmy's pupils dilated suddenly, and his two cat ears stood up straight.

Secret Secret Secret Silver!

"What are you so surprised about, Boss Jimmy? Isn't this the silver ingot that the Baron forged before?"

"Oh dear, I'm going to save this oil to make soup."

The mouse girls were completely oblivious to Jimmy's unusual behavior and were still scraping the bottom of the bucket.

Refine, refine, refine the secret silver!

Meow!

When Morren looked up, he realized that Jimmy had pulled the blanket off the bed at some point and was spreading his arms to cover his head.

The entire blanket was spread over them, and Moren crawled under it along with them.

Jimmy leaned close to Morren's ear and asked in a very low voice.

"My lord, where did you get such a fine item, meow?"

"Trade secrets".

"Your Excellency is so wicked!"

She was angry in a very low voice.

This is truly a trade secret. If any great lord were to learn that Morren possesses the technology to refin mithril reliably, he would probably be willing to attack Dwarf Mountain to seize it.

That little piece I just threw to Jimmy would be worth no less than 5 gold coins on the market.

Jimmy rubbed the mithril coin in her pocket in the dark. The little white dog had given it to her before. This large coin, which had troubled the cat for so long, now seemed so small.

The catgirl was very close, or it could be the scent of the blanket itself.

The only scent in the dark tent was that of a cat, and all that could be seen were Jimmy's eyes, which seemed to glow in the shadows.

Suddenly, her wide eyes narrowed, and the corners of her mouth curled into a cat-like smile, immediately changing to a cat-like tone.

?^oωo^?

"Hehehe, the cat was just joking. The cat even does business with the Baron, giving birth to kittens for him."

"You're dreaming."

Molen poked the catgirl's face open with one finger.

"Before that, I need to trouble Mr. Jimmy with two things."

Jimmy pouted, thinking she was about to be taken advantage of again, but the light mithril in her palm made her obediently shut her mouth.

"First, I want to know the location of the alchemists in the new market. I need their help with something."

"Okay, meow."

"Secondly, I want you to bypass the new market and go north to sell this kilogram of mithril safely."

"Okay... Meow! How much!"

One kilogram!

A few minutes later.

The rat women stared wide-eyed at the copper ingots in front of them, which were worth a full 1,350 gold coins.

Jimmy held the heavy mithril ingot in both hands, and the whole cat froze, its mouth agape and its ears twitching.

She thought the Baron had only extracted a few grams...

Jimmy had once heard a story about a powerful craftsman who presented a mithril plate to her lord.

The lord immediately killed her on the spot.

Once mithril is smelted in large quantities, even just a few dozen kilograms more, the impact on the entire runic craft and even the gold standard order will be unimaginable!

With only one-third the weight of steel, runic creations that push the limits will be created.

Mithril coins are likely to become the premier currency, surpassing gold coins, and endless wealth and fame will flow to those who master the refining formula!

Many more people will destroy it at all costs.

This small piece of silver metal was enough to bring annihilation upon everyone present!

But it could also be the key to changing everything.

Jimmy stared blankly and muttered to himself.

"Cat, the cat followed meow..."

"That's decided then. We'll rest for the night and get moving tomorrow."

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The dormitory quickly quieted down, with cats and mice lying haphazardly on the floor, their purring echoing throughout.

Jimmy huddled under the covers, clutching the box containing mithril ingots. He would frown and mutter, "Don't kill the cat," then grin and say, "The cat's rich, meow," his cat ears twitching incessantly in his dream.

Lyme slept next to Morren, his small body curled up.

She stared intently at her master's profile, and when she saw Moren's eyelids twitch, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. A few seconds later, she quietly opened them a crack.

Before setting off, Sulfur had said:

"If you don't act soon, a good man like our boss will soon be snatched away by someone else."

Lyme couldn't understand his master's complicated negotiations, nor did he quite understand what Sulfur said afterward.

But she just wanted to keep watching, to keep watching forever.

The small face slowly drew closer, and closer still, until the tip of her nose almost touched the other face.

Then he left a quick kiss on those lips.

"what……"

Lem covered his face with his two little hands in embarrassment, his color changing from light green to dark green, and he shrank into a small ball.

Let's just keep watching our master tonight.

Before you knew it, it was the next morning.

Moren was the first to get up. He stretched his stiff neck and glanced at the slime girl sleeping soundly next to him.

Then I savored the slightly sweet and sour taste on my lips.

He smiled.

Sigh, what a silly little guy.

Chapter 81 Is this the new market?

Lyme stood beside Morren, a hint of regret in his light green eyes.

Molen stood smugly at the ship's side, his hands gripping the railing.

The mouse girls huddled together behind Morren, six or seven little heads squeezed together.

Not far away, a tall, dark shadow gradually approached in the night.

Her nearly three-meter height was extremely imposing, and her footsteps were heavy, making the ground seem to tremble slightly beneath her feet, which frightened the rat girls into trembling.

The wolf hunter leader emerged from the darkness, with rough black hair, clearly visible muscle lines on his arms, and a leather corset tightly constricting his chest.

If you only look at her muscular pectoral muscles and ignore the clearly defined abdominal muscles beneath her leather bra, she would actually be a large and cute young woman.

But if you saw it, you'd get the feeling that she could shatter Morren's bones with a single punch or a shovel.

The wolf hunter leader approached step by step, his golden wolf eyes looking down at Moren, at Lym, and at the trembling, huddled rat girls.

Wherever his gaze swept, the mouse girls could only squeak softly in fear.

Her resolute lips parted slightly.

Molen shielded Lyme in front of him.

Slip!

The soft dog tongue licked Lyme's forehead.

"Sour," the wolf hunter leader commented seriously.

"Uh." The rat girls stared at each other, wide-eyed.

It really is a dog.

It was clear that the little white dog valued Dwarf Mountain, her future ally, quite a bit, as she had even sent out her most capable big black dog.

But the Wolf Hunter leader's terrifying combat power is secondary; as long as she stays with Morren, it means that Wolf Castle is on his side.

Anyone who wants to make a move should first consider whether they can withstand the wrath of the wolves.

However, nothing is absolute, and Molen admits that there was an element of gambling involved.

If those foxes were to actually play the game like the Great Han Chess Saint, it's hard to say whether they could handle it. He probably won't have the chance to witness the wolves' fury.

Let's wait and hold onto hope.

The airship slowly rose into the air under the watchful eyes of a large group of drooling dogs.

The navigation mouse, its hair licked into an afro, turned around, clinging to the steering wheel, and reached out its little hand to try to press its hair down, but without success.

"Reporting to the Baron, Wolfsburg is very close to the New Market; it's only two hours from Ziwa."

The slime was held in the arms of the wolf hunter leader with a look of terror on its face. The entire slime was sandwiched between the broad chest muscles, with only its green head showing.

The oversized black dog held her and licked her bit by bit, even making Lyme look smaller.

"Is the black dog's tongue alright? It's smoking."

"Miss Lyme's head seems to have become pointed."

"Um, Sister Wolf, isn't it sour?"

"Not afraid of acidity!"

Wow, a pureblood wolf girl, that's terrifying.

After watching the black husky weighing over 900 pounds munching on slime, the navigation mouse turned its gaze back to Morren with unease.

"Is your Lordship really going to the New Market in person? Or perhaps your Lordship and Miss Lime could stay at Wolfsburg for a couple of days while the rats go and scout ahead?"

"There's no need to worry so much. Whether it's the dragon or the fox, they didn't send out an army, they sent envoys."

Molen pointed to the corner of the cargo box behind him.

It pointed to an empty space.

Hmm.

Where is my messenger?

hiss……

It seems the fox nun was left behind at Wolfsburg.

Never mind, it's not important.

Molen pulled out binoculars from his bag, held them up to his eyes, and looked in the direction of the new market.