Let go of that monster girl!

"Twice the market price."

"Some things can't be measured by price. My grandmother back then..."

"three times."

"You don't understand..."

"Five times, paid with mithril."

The fat snake girl dared not speak again.

It's important to know that fluorite veins are found throughout the Rat Girl Kingdom, and the annual rent for a small mine is only two gold coins.

If you buy the whole thing, the price is only about ten gold coins.

Such a low price means that it's not a rare item at all.

Fluorite is everywhere, from the tables of nobles to the waists of the poor. You might even find fluorite inside a rock you split open on the roadside.

The black-haired man in front of me was actually willing to exchange it for precious mithril?

Does he own a mine?

It seems like his family really does own a mine.

Snake Girl then realized that Molen was the owner of the largest copper and iron ore veins in the southern part of the kingdom.

It's quite normal for them to have some mithril hidden in their home.

The snake girl dared not haggle any longer, and with trembling hands, she grabbed the teapot and poured Moren a full cup.

She didn't even bother to wipe up the spilled tea.

She dared not ask Morren what he intended to do with the useless mine and the rat girl.

They were terrified that the mithril they had finally obtained would slip away.

Molen, with a smile on his face, picked up the half-splashed cup of tea.

A small fluorite mine is worth ten gold coins on the market, which is equivalent to mithril.

Sixteen grams of pure aluminum.

So, we'll start by refining aluminum, right?

Chapter 102 The Rat Girl's Migration

Several days later, the endless track of the mouse girl finally reached its end.

The last sleeper of the railway track was hammered into the soil, but there was still roadbed ahead that could be laid.

But if you go further north, you'll enter the area where the horse girls have carrots.

Unlike other stagnant territories, Carrot Territory is functioning normally thanks to the thriving fluorite trade, so Moren is not in a hurry to lay mining rails to those horse territories.

The blacksmith rats put down their tools, and the foreman rat, who was in charge, took off his safety helmet.

He dusted off his hands, wiped the sweat from his brow, rubbed his round ears, turned to look at the small village behind him, waved to the onlookers, and then said:

"The Baron has asked us to stay here for a day to register the injured and sick rat girls."

"But there's nowhere to stay in our village..."

"We brought a tent."

"There's nothing to eat either..."

“It’s available now.”

Dwarf Mountain Mouse Girl patted the neatly stacked supply boxes next to her, which had the words "dried mushrooms," "nutritional paste," and "sugar cubes" written on them in charcoal.

Jar after jar of nutritious porridge and bag after bag of sugar cubes rode the Mouse Girl train, traveling along the mining tracks from Dwarf Mountain, and were distributed to the teams dispatched from Dwarf Mountain, heading to village after village along the way.

When the Mouse Girl Train returned, it was filled with Mouse Girls who had difficulty moving around for various reasons. They migrated first, clanging and banging as they headed towards the low mountain.

The mine track is a one-way line. Although Moren designed a future passing loop in advance, there is currently only one Rat Girl train in the Dwarf Mountain.

A single ratgirl train, without any weapons, can carry up to half the number of carriages, totaling ten carriages including the locomotive, and can barely squeeze in sixty ratgirls.

The Rat Girl Train travels with frequent stops and starts, taking almost half a day to reach the northernmost point of the mining tracks and then return.

Therefore, most of the relatively healthy female rats could only return slowly in many batches, led by the dwarf mountain rat, with their short legs.

On the muddy road beside the mine tracks, dozens of citrus-clad mouse girls lined up in two rows, slowly moving southward with the dwarf mountain mouse leading the way.

Their clothes were old, patched, and frayed, and each mouse's face showed curiosity and trepidation.

The direction is not hard to find; the rats just need to follow the mine track southwards.

"Do we really get candy every day when we get to Aishan?"

"real."

"Do we have to mine every day once we get to Aishan?"

"Yes."

"Ugh."

"There will be a rat cult, and if you don't want to mine, there are other things you can do. Besides, the mines in the low mountains are different from those in other places!"

In the distance came the clanging sound of iron wheels rolling over the mine tracks. The Rat Girl Train rattled past the migrating caravan, its carriages piled high with supply boxes.

On each carriage stood a short, mountain mouse girl, her feet on the edge of the carriage, holding a small, wrapped paper packet, which she threw at the nearest mouse girl by the roadside.

"Hey, here it is."

The paper wrappers containing candy and dried mushrooms tumbled in the air and landed in outstretched little hands.

As for the jars containing the nutritional paste, they were thrown away at first, but the hard jars thrown out when the car wasn't moving were no different from small cannonballs.

After smashing a dozen or so jars and knocking a few unlucky rats into the ditch with a squeak, the migrating caravan switched to only throwing dried mushrooms and sugar cubes.

Molen has also made arrangements for drinking water.

A small outpost appeared beside the mine tracks ahead, and the mouse girl on duty stood by the pile of tents, waving her little hand at the migrating caravan.

"Take a break! Come and have some water!"

"The water is hot, squeal!"

"The Baron said that drinking water boiled outside will prevent diarrhea."

The mice swarmed over and crowded around the two large, steaming iron kettles, lining up with their little hands to fill their tin cups with water.

Soon, some mice discovered that the hot water melted the sugar cubes very quickly, so all the mice immediately drank the sweet hot water, each holding a cup, blowing on it, and making satisfied noises.

The wind in the wild is cool, and it feels cool on your body.

After drinking the water, the mice naturally gathered in a pile, huddling together back to back for warmth.

"Don't catch a cold, there are blankets here."

The mouse girl at the outpost dragged over a large cloth blanket, the light red fabric rolled up in a big roll.

When unfolded, it can enclose more than ten rats, and the fabric is the same as the work clothes worn by the blacksmith rats.

In the city, some kind-hearted wealthy young ladies would build hotels specifically for the poor to spend the winter.

You can sleep inside for one night with just one copper coin.

Such a hotel naturally has no beds, not even floors; the empty floor is covered with straw, and straw is also piled in the corners.

A huge blanket, big enough to cover dozens of mice, hangs from the ceiling and is taken down at night.

But those quilts smelled bad, were filled with straw and some kind of fluff, and were heavy and stiff.

This blanket smells nice and is very warm.

The outpost was small, with several dark gray tents arranged in a semicircle, and in the middle was a cannon cart loaded with shotgun shells, ready to be pushed onto the tracks at any time.

Several militia rats carrying acid guns and spears paced back and forth around the tent, their round ears darting around alertly, scanning the surrounding darkness.

According to the Baron's arrangement, there was one such outpost every three kilometers.

If Antgirls and Chimera Beasts appear nearby, the nearby artillery carts can be pushed onto the mine tracks immediately to blast them into dust.

Under the blanket, some mice were already asleep, hugging the edge of the cloth.

Some mice burrowed under the blanket, puffing up the fabric to form a pointed bump, and made whining noises at the mice next to them, making ghostly noises. The frightened mice squeaked and scurried to the other end of the blanket.

A precious, rare sense of security.

After resting, the rats stood up again, took the initiative to help the militia rats clean up the blankets, roll them up, put them back in their original places, and continued their journey.

This time, each mouse moved with a lighter step than before.

The dwarf mountain rat leading the way glanced back at the long line behind him, raised the fluorite lantern in his hand, and the pale yellow light spread out in a warm color in the darkness.

"The low mountains are just ahead. Thanks to the Baron's mushroom forest, we can hardly see any ant girls or chimeras anymore."

"Even if there are only a few occasionally, as long as we raise the fluorite lantern, an airship will immediately come to protect us."

"An airship? What's that?"

"Something amazing, you'll see it soon!"

The further south the group went, the flatter the terrain became.

The outlines of the low hills in the distance gradually emerged from the darkness, and the scattered fluorite lights on the hills formed a continuous line, emitting a warm glow in the eternal night.

As the migrating mice drew closer, the light grew brighter and brighter.

Chapter 103 Country Rats in the City

We're just country rats.

All the rat girls who came from the north thought this with trembling fear.

Just like its owner, Aishan is not low-key; it's just that its location is too remote, so few people can witness its magnificence.

For the mouse girls who live in the dwarf mountain year-round, the dwarf mountain is nothing more than a piece of glowing cheese.

The mice preferred sugar cubes to cheese.

For the newly arrived rat girls, they couldn't tell whether they were in the fortress, the city, or even if they had already died and were now standing in heaven.

Heaven must be a place where you can eat sweet things every day.

The dirty new mouse girls looked up and saw a large wooden notice board with the first sentence painted on it:

"Don't eat too much sugar."

Even the mice that could read were completely confused.

Why are the words arranged like this?

Mouse girls are immune to many diseases, but unfortunately, tooth decay is not one of them.

The new rats stared wide-eyed at the crisscrossing mine tracks on the ground. The tracks stretched out under the glowstone lights, leading to the foot of the mountain, turning into tunnels, and disappearing in all directions.

They looked up at the thick city wall, where dark cannons were mounted, their muzzles all pointed into the distance.

They looked up again at the nearby shimmering hills, where fluorescent lights stretched from the foot to the top.

The foreman mouse, who was in charge of leading the way, clapped his little hands, drawing the attention of the stunned new mouse girls back to the present.

"Register first, get a name tag, and we'll take you underground later. It's a bigger place there, so hold on tight and don't get separated."

"The underground area is even bigger!"

"Squeak!"

There was a long wooden table at the registration desk, and behind it sat a man with a strong smell of sulfur.

The white-haired, red-eyed mouse girl had a stern face, holding a sharpened charcoal pencil in her hand, surrounded by a large pile of blank wooden signs and a stack of registers filled with writing.

Whenever a new female mouse arrived, she would weakly ask for her name, then quickly write it on a wooden plaque, hand it over, and then bend down to make a mark in the register, assigning the name to a certain foreman mouse.

As the mouse with the most literacy skills in the entire dwarf mountain, she undertook a very heavy task.

Write the name of each new mouse girl on a small wooden plaque and hand it to them.

Even if the mice can't read, they can still match their names to the pictures on the small wooden signs.