Let go of that monster girl!

The high-waisted cut is paired with a wide skirt, the neckline is decorated with a circle of fine handmade pleats, and the cuffs are embroidered with a few simple dark patterns in gold thread.

The skirt is ankle-length with a slightly flared hem.

Even without anyone wearing it, just hanging on sulfur's hand already exudes a unique elegance.

Sulfur stared at the dress in his hand for a long time.

Her thumb slowly rubbed the fabric of the skirt's waistband; the skirt was slightly larger than the mouse girls' size.

She lowered her head, neatly folded the dress, and turned to solemnly place it in Morren's hands.

"Boss, hurry up and go."

"The rat girls in the north are still waiting."

Chapter 98 Lyme's Noble Etiquette

The cook's fingers gently pinched the collar of the lime and smoothed it out.

She straightened the ribbon around Lyme's waist and carefully turned out the lace on the cuffs.

"Alright, Miss Lime, look up."

Lem slowly raised his eyes.

A small figure was reflected in the mirror.

The exquisite gown hugged her petite figure, with delicate gold thread adorning the cuffs, and the skirt flared out naturally after being gathered at the waist.

A delicate nose, thin, pursed lips, and a rounded chin.

If it weren't for that pool of light green, people would believe she was a noble lady.

Lem stared blankly at his reflection in the mirror, then slowly raised his right hand.

The little slime girl in the mirror also raised her right hand.

Lem turned his head.

The little slime girl in the mirror also turned her head.

The cook took a wooden comb out of her apron pocket.

"Come here, let me comb your hair."

She went around behind Lyme and inserted the comb into her long, light green hair.

The comb teeth sank directly into Lyme's head.

The cook pulled the comb down, burying the entire comb into the back of Lyme's head, without changing his hairstyle at all.

Lem glanced back at the cook, and the cook glanced back at Lem.

Both the rat and the slime fell silent.

The cook silently put the comb back into her apron pocket.

Molen leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

The little slime girl dressed in gorgeous clothes is just too cute.

"Little Lime, your clothes are so cute."

Lem lowered his head, and the green on his cheeks deepened noticeably.

Molen smiled, turned and walked to the dining table, taking out exquisite silver cutlery piece by piece from the box on the table.

The one on the left is a spoon.

The one on the right is also a spoon.

"Conflict between the dwarf mountain, the ant girl to the north, and the cultists is inevitable."

“The low hills and the new market are separated by a hundred kilometers, with several small territories scattered in between.”

"For safety reasons, all civilians who can evacuate to the low hills should be evacuated here."

"So I sent a few letters to those old, pedantic lords in the middle. There are rules for nobles when it comes to matters between nobles."

Molen raised the silver spoon and handed it to the cook.

"There will definitely be a time when you can come in handy."

"But for now, let the cook teach you some basic etiquette among nobles."

Lem nodded seriously.

Oh~~

Cute lime.

Poor Lyme.

She had no idea what terrible things were about to happen to her.

Molen smiled slightly, already feeling the pain starting on the back of his hand.

The time it takes to eat a meal has passed.

The cook, one hand on her hip and the other holding a spoon, slammed her hands together on the table, her tone extremely stern.

"Miss Lyme! Which one is the teaspoon?"

Lyme hunched his neck, trembling as he reached out his little hand and picked up a handful from a row of small spoons that looked almost identical.

Snapped!

The spoon in the cook's hand landed on the back of Lime's hand.

"This is a dessert spoon!"

"This is a soup spoon!"

"This is the real tea spoon!"

The slime cradled its hand, which had been slapped, and curled up in the chair.

She turned to look at Morren, her eyes filled with pleading.

Molen could only respond with a smile.

what.

This is the true nature of the cold-blooded aristocracy.

The table was neatly arranged with various tableware used in formal banquets for the nobility.

Tea spoon, coffee spoon, dessert spoon, soup spoon, sugar spoon, sauce spoon, appetizer spoon, stirring stick, fish knife, meat knife, butter knife, bread knife, fruit knife, main course fork, salad fork, dessert fork, lobster fork, bread plate, butter plate, salt boat, sauce boat.

As Lem faced this large pile of similar-looking tableware, his gaze gradually became unfocused.

Her body began to sway slightly, as if she were about to melt.

The cook tapped on the table.

“Miss Lime, when nobles dine, they hold the knife in their right hand and the fork in their left. Their index finger must never touch the back of the knife, and the blade must face inwards toward the plate.”

"When drinking tea, hold the cup handle with your right hand and support the saucer with your left hand. The cup and saucer should not be lifted more than three inches off the table."

"When eating, the lips should not touch the utensils, the spoon should not make a sound when entering the mouth, and the lips must be closed when chewing."

"Fold the napkin in half and place it on your left knee. When leaving the table, fold it again and place it on the left side of the chair. After the banquet, place it on the right side of the plate."

The instruction came in rapid succession, like a machine gun.

The slime's body began to soften, its outline gradually blurred, and the entire slime was slowly melting away.

Molen supported Lyme's slumping shoulders with both hands.

He straightened Lyme's upper body and then used his palms to push her splayed cheeks back into place.

Lyme solidified back into her girl form within Morren's palm.

"Keep it up!" Moren encouraged.

Lem looked up at his master and then nodded seriously.

The little slime is so funny.

Regardless, Lyme learned quite quickly.

At least before the mine rats changed shifts, she had already mastered the basic dining actions and etiquette.

Although the cook had already made it soft and delicious.

Lyme plays the role of a guest, while Morren sits in the host's seat.

A small stone is placed on a bread plate to serve as bread, and a glass of water is placed in a cup to serve as tea.

Lime picked up the porcelain cup, held it by the handle, supported the bottom, took a small sip, and put it back on the table.

The movements are gentle and steady.

Then she picked up the stone, tried to cut it with a bread knife (though she couldn't cut it), and put it in her mouth.

It looks quite professional.

It's questionable whether those poor, picky noble ladies in the north could even produce bread softer than a rock.

But based on Moran's understanding of them...

Even if the tea is weaker than water, the way you hold it is still important.

A person who is not respectable must be respectable.

If they truly cannot maintain their dignity, their subordinates will likely have to step in to make them look dignified.

Moren stood up, walked over to Lyme, and extended his right hand to her.

"Come on, the last one."

Lem placed his hand on Moren's palm.

Her hands were cool and a little sticky.

Molen placed his left hand on Lyme's waist and guided her to stand in the small empty space in the center of the room.

The fluorite chandelier casts a soft halo of light overhead.

Molen took a step, and Lem followed.

Then he stepped on Morren's foot.

Molen took another step, and Lem followed.

He stepped on Morren's foot again.

The slime was in a panic, like a fish stranded in the middle of a dance floor, only able to thrash about in despair.

Molen clenched his right hand.

Do you remember the harvest festival?

Lem looked up and nodded.

Below the collar of her shirt, the cross-shaped incantation suddenly glowed with a faint red light.

Morren took another step.

This time, Lyme's body naturally followed.

Her steps were light and precise, each step landing precisely where Moren had guided her.

Molen spun Lem halfway around, sending her flying out and pulling her back in.

Her translucent hair drifted in the air, and light green specks of light splashed from the ends of her hair, causing the air to shimmer with starlight.

The cook stood to the side and said with satisfaction:

"Miss Lyme did a wonderful job."

Chapter 99 An Unexpected Visitor (Not So Unexpected)

In the depths of darkness.