Let go of that monster girl!

Molen suddenly understood why a city had suddenly sprung up in the new market after the month of disaster.

"Do you remember what was under the roots of those flesh-and-blood trees during the Calamity Month?"

The mouse girls looked at each other, fear gradually appearing in their round eyes.

"I think I know what the Demon Blood under the New Market was used for before."

One of the fundamental laws of witchcraft is that a witch can only have one type of magical talent at a time.

The saintess's talent is:

Sculpted from flesh and blood.

Chapter 83 Safety in Production is of Paramount Importance

Back on the airship that carried them back to the low mountain, a person and a slime sat cross-legged on the deck, surrounded by a group of rat girls.

Moren sat atop a runic bronze jar over two meters tall, several times higher than the ratwomen sitting cross-legged on the deck.

The mice had to crane their necks so high they almost broke to see his face; it looked incredibly difficult.

Lem stood beside the copper pot, his two small hands holding a silver rod engraved with frost runes, and slowly stirred the water in the pot.

Before long, the shaved ice mixed with slime was stirred until it became thick and creamy, and a simple ice cream was handed to the mice.

This large copper pot and this small silver rod are the spoils of this new market trip.

The navigation mouse took a large spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into its mouth. Instantly, the entire mouse twitched from the tip of its tail to the tip of its ears, and its eyes narrowed.

"So cold!"

She hunched her neck and scooped out another spoonful.

"Your Excellency, what do we do next?"

Molen took a spoonful of ice cream, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

"Do nothing."

The mice stopped holding their ice cream cones and all looked up at Morren.

"If that dragon used the blood and flesh foam during the Calamity Month to quickly reshape itself, then the blood and flesh heart under the giant tree in the New Market must still be there, otherwise the tree would collapse immediately, just like the one that was electrocuted by the rats during the Calamity Month."

Molen shook the spoon.

"The strange gravity of the new market must have been designed to allow the underground flesh and pus to flow."

"and then?"

The navigation mouse tilted its head and asked.

Morren took another bite of ice cream.

"Then, the new market is far more fragile than it seems, and it is not an opponent that Dwarf Mountain cannot defeat."

"Since the new market relies on disaster months for expansion, any major moves they make will definitely be in the next disaster month."

“After we go back, we will proceed with mining and railway construction step by step. In a year, the hill will definitely be bigger than the new market.”

"Great!"

The mice cheered, holding up their ice cream cones.

Let's then compete on the speed of development.

What's so great about the Dragon Girl? She just opened it.

It's as if Moron shut it down himself.

The mouse girls were overjoyed, while Morren casually poked at the ice cream with a spoon.

Utilize the characteristics of monster girls to build cities, gather refugees, and improve their lives.

In fact, Moron felt that the saintess was quite similar to him in this respect.

But an inexplicable unease made Moron feel that she and he were completely different people.

do not care.

First, mine the ore, then build the big bombs, train cannons, and everything else!

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The airship returned several days later.

Deep in the low mountains.

Dozens of miner rats stood in two rows, their small bodies ramrod straight, each with its little chest puffed out, and their pickaxes, hammers, and shovels neatly placed at their feet.

Each mouse kept a straight face, trying its best to look serious, although occasionally one mouse couldn't help but laugh.

The foreman rat stood at the front of the line, holding a small stone slab in both hands and an iron pen in the other, calling out names one by one.

"brass!"

"To!"

"Verdigris!"

"Here!" "Here!" "Here!"

"Red iron!"

"To!"

"Verdigris!"

"Here!" "Here!" "Here!"

After finishing the last stroke on the stone slab, Foreman Mouse nodded in satisfaction and put the iron pen back into his small satchel.

She took a deep breath, raised both hands, and shouted:

"Safety in production!"

The mouse girls all raised their tools high:

"Heavier than a rat mountain!"

"start!"

"Squeak!"

The foreman rat stood with her hands on her hips, watching with great satisfaction as the mine rats lined up and walked deeper into the mine, their tails swishing past her one after another.

The mine rats mostly wore patched coarse cloth skirts, the dark gray or tan fabric covered with patches of all sizes.

A fluorite lantern hung from his waist, and a small canvas bag containing tools was slung across his back, bulging with various jingling gadgets.

The tops of their heads are safety helmets made of sheet metal or wood, which the mice themselves hammered, revealing two round mouse ears with the word "safety" painted on them.

A cute little green creature followed behind.

A cute little green guy?

Foreman Mouse paused for a moment, then blinked.

At the very back of the line, a small, light green figure was wearing a safety helmet properly, dragging a hammer almost as long as herself behind the mice.

"Miss Lyme? What are you doing here?"

The foreman scurried over.

"My master asked me to come and experience it."

The foreman scratched the round ears peeking out from under his hard hat, thinking of how the Baron had often come here to experience life as a child, and finally sighed.

"Alright then, Miss Lime, you can pick some easy tasks, don't tire yourself out."

Lyme squeezed onto the elevator with the squeaking mice. The elevator was carefully nailed together from wooden planks and an iron frame, and the space was very small.

The mice huddled together, with Lyme squeezed in the middle, flattened out.

The elevator operator, with his legs crossed, looked up from a miner's pictorial magazine, a mushroom stick dangling from his mouth.

Which floor?

"Squeak at the very bottom."

Click.

The motor emitted a low hum, and the elevator began to descend steadily, with the fluorite embedded in the mine wall sliding up one by one before our eyes.

"Before, the mouse girl had to use a winch to pull the elevator, but now that we have a motor, it's so much more convenient."

“Yes, I never dared to ride it before, afraid that the rat’s legs would go weak from stepping on the winch.”

"Once, Sand Gold's leg cramped up and he almost let a whole cage of mice down with him."

"Stop talking!"

After changing elevators several times, Lyme noticed that the mine tunnels were getting narrower and darker.

Darkness pressed in from all sides, and the air was filled with the damp smell of copper rust and earth.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the mine rats rushed out.

"I want to mine lots and lots of ore and exchange it for lots and lots of sugar cubes!"

"Wait for me!"

The tiny fluorite lanterns swayed and scattered in the mine tunnel.

The copper mine deep underground was hot and humid, with bright green copper veins exposed on the rock walls, dotted with a few streaks of dark red.

The main mine tunnel was supported on both sides by fungus wood pillars, which were slightly blackened and just high enough so that the rat girls wouldn't bump their heads.

Various safety slogans and warning signs are pasted on the rock walls on both sides of the road.

"Safety in production is everyone's responsibility."

"Dig one more truckload of ore, eat one more piece of candy."

There was also a warning sign made of a wooden board nailed to the side, which depicted a mouse girl being hit on the head by a stone, with a circle of five-pointed stars appearing on her head.

The bottom reads "Silly Mouse Without a Hat," with a big X next to it.

Lyme was only slightly taller than the mouse girl, and her helmet almost hit the glowstone lantern on her head.

The spiderweb-like mine tunnels spread out in all directions, becoming darker and narrower the deeper you went; some side tunnels were only big enough for a mouse to crouch and squeeze through.

The foreman rat, carrying a lantern, turned around and looked at Lyme, then began to introduce her:

“The deeper the mine tunnel, the more likely it is to collapse, so it’s perfect for us rat girls to dig.”

"When the Baron comes for security checks, he can only crouch and walk, but we rats can still hop around!"

She raised her little hand to touch the fungus-wood beam above her head and jumped up and down.

The helmet hit the crossbeam with a thud, and she cried out in pain.

“In big cities, we mouse chimney workers are the easiest to survive because we don’t need little babies.”

"Being short has its advantages too."

Chapter 84 The Diligent Mouse Girl

Lyme gripped the hammer tightly with both hands, leaned his whole body back, and then swung the hammer down with force.

The hammerhead struck the pin embedded in the rock face.

clang.

The pin remained firmly in place.

The lime, on the contrary, trembled like jelly.

"Miss Lyme, keep it up! One more time, smash it harder!"

The miners around her, hammering away and wiping their sweat, cheered her on.

Lem took a deep breath and pulled the hammer up with all his might.

boo.