Let go of that monster girl!

Each new female rat was temporarily registered under the name of an existing foreman rat from the dwarf mountain.

Since they didn't know the foreman rats of Dwarf Mountain, the number of members in each foreman rat's team was limited to prevent the rat girls from all choosing the one at the very front of the line.

After registering, the mouse girls lined up and walked to the next table, where they received a new light red outfit and three sugar cubes.

Next to the distribution point, there was a sign with a topographical map of the area inside the low mountain.

The map clearly marks three locations with bold lines, labeled "Canteen," "Public Bathhouse," and "Dormitory."

To prevent illiterate mice from not understanding, a cartoon image of a mouse holding a bowl was drawn next to the cafeteria, a mouse was drawn floating in a pool next to the bathroom, and a mouse was drawn huddled in a blanket next to the dormitory, with only its two round ears showing.

Since the interior of the low mountain is three-dimensional, it would probably be difficult for them to find their way using only a map, so rats were specially assigned to guide them at various forks in the road.

The new mouse girl stood there, holding her new clothes and sugar cubes, looking down at them and touching them again and again.

What wonderful cloth! What wonderful candy!

They couldn't bear to wear them, nor could they bear to eat them.

The little mountain mouse girl next to him came over with a grin and poked the new mouse's arm.

"Don't worry, we've planted a lot of these mushrooms, and we'll grow more later. But you can save the candy for now; you can trade it with the mice for other things."

"Exchange items?"

"Yes, you can earn candy on that notice board over there!"

Since the new rat girls have vastly different skills and varying levels of physical ability, Moren adopted a simple method from the Adventurers' Guild in response to the influx of new rat girls.

Task board.

Write down all the tasks that the new mice can do directly on top, and write down the candy rewards at the bottom.

For helping to heat glass, you get a piece of candy each time.

Help build things, and you'll get three candies a day.

Helping to whittle wood earns two pieces of candy a day.

These rewards are actually 20% to 30% lower than the usual rewards for the local rats in Dwarf Mountain. The work is easier but more tedious, to prevent the skilled local rats in Dwarf Mountain from taking on all the work.

On the surface of the low hill, the mouse girls were busily digging foundations and moving stones, their small figures working together in a lively scene.

Several mice worked together to lift a stone slab.

Several mice squatted on the ground mixing mud, and as they stirred, their own tails got mixed in too.

Most of the things they built, apart from temporary shelters on the ground and future greenhouses, were not very necessary.

The main purpose was to give the new rats something to do and a reason to give them sugar cubes and supplies.

Moreover, this method allows for the quick and easy selection of skilled mice, laying the foundation for more precise allocation of mouse resources later on.

The new mouse, immersed in such a complex yet well-organized process, was actually a little overwhelmed.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"It was all designed by the Baron!"

"Your Excellency?"

"That's right, he's the leader of the rats, tall and handsome!"

Since Moren didn't visit every village directly, not all the new mouse girls had seen him.

Many rats don't know what the Baron looks like; in their imagination, Morren is probably a particularly large rat girl.

But they found out very quickly.

On the platform on the hillside, a stonemason rat was squatting in front of a stone block that was taller than a person, his chisel clanging incessantly.

She had already carved out the outline of the upper part of the stone, but it wasn't finished yet; she had only carved the head.

It must be said that her skill is quite remarkable; this statue even has some of Moron's charm.

The rat girls watching nearby looked up and chattered amongst themselves.

"The Baron will be angry if he sees this."

"No way! The Baron would just stroke his chin and say that he's not as handsome as him in person!"

Molen has never minded fancy little gadgets; if he had the time, he would definitely have carved his head on the hill.

Once we gather three more successors, we might even be able to start charging admission fees for the entire Baron Rock.

However, before he could finish carving, the stonemason rat was dragged away by the foreman to work on the foundation.

The half-carved statue of the Baron stands on the hillside, his handsome stone face overlooking the lively rat girls below.

One of the onlookers, a female mouse, suddenly remembered a question and asked her companion:

"Where is the real Baron?"

"He's still up north, saying he's trying to find a way to build a road to Carrot Ridge."

Chapter 104 Extraordinary Biology

The northern border of the carrot territory.

Mining track construction site.

in the tent.

Moren sat cross-legged, unfolded a folding table, picked up a charcoal pencil, and began to scribble in his notebook, while Lem squatted to the side, peeking out.

He drew a flat circle with two round eyes; this is Rem, a monster girl.

I drew another perfect circle, added two small round ears on top, and colored them black. This is the mouse girl, the beast girl.

Molen glanced around to make sure the world's most powerful legal department hadn't suddenly appeared, then continued drawing.

What would a lower-level, more powerful being look like, somewhere in between?

She is neither like a beast girl whose body structure is completely logical, nor like a monster girl whose entire body relies on magic in a bizarre way.

Humans can run at a speed of about 20 kilometers per hour. Even a knight like Moran, who has broken through the limits of athletes, can only reach a speed of 30 kilometers per hour.

Now consider a creature whose speed far exceeds that of humans.

Molen casually sketched a wolf girl in his notebook, with her ears perked up, tongue sticking out, and a silly expression on her face.

Molen turned to the next page and casually sketched another horse girl in his notebook, a plump and well-proportioned older sister with a model-like figure.

Wolfgirls can run at an average speed of 40 kilometers per hour, and if they reach the level of a wolf hunter leader, their speed can increase to 60 kilometers per hour.

If further acceleration is desired, then the body structure must be altered.

The average horse girl can easily reach a running speed of 60 kilometers per hour, while a very small number of purebred blonde horse girls can reach a running speed of 70 kilometers per hour.

To better adapt to long-distance running, muscles and fat will accumulate in the lower body, making the buttocks fuller.

With increased stride length, legs will appear longer, resulting in a taller stature, and fat in unnecessary areas will be further reduced.

Increased heat dissipation requirements will greatly reduce the distribution of body hair, and strong lung capacity will significantly increase the size of the upper body.

In short, she's a beautiful older sister who's 1.9 meters tall, with a curvy figure and smooth skin.

She still has pigtails, one on top and one on the bottom.

Standing there, she looked like a female knight, making the rat girl look like a little mouse in comparison.

Molen stroked his chin and nodded to himself.

"That's right, this can well explain why they can maintain their population size despite their low fertility."

Lyme looked down and saw his back through his transparent chest, so he quickly covered himself with his forearms.

But that's the mindset of a beast girl.

But if we want to go further and touch the edge of the extraordinary...

The Carrot family, which possesses unicorn blood, has a maximum speed of only 80 kilometers per hour for its most powerful golden-blooded horse girl.

The higher the speed, the more difficult it is to improve.

At the maximum speed, the air becomes as viscous as honey, the ground shatters into smoke with every step, and the scenery before your eyes blurs into flowing spots of light.

Each step involves an impact 15 times one's body weight, so the body must be extremely compressed, eliminating any unnecessary fat.

Her center of gravity had to be extremely low, and every gram of usable mass had to be concentrated on her legs.

She also needs to have bullet-time-like dynamic vision, and anything moving at normal speed will cause her immense pain.

Her boiling golden blood will make her incredibly wicked, and her extremely high metabolism will make her extremely greedy.

all in all.

A chubby, mischievous loli girl with glasses and a gluttonous nature.

Molen casually sketched another horse girl in his notebook: a cute-looking girl with short black hair, small stature, wearing big glasses, and a mischievous grin.

Add two little devil horns that stick up from the hairline on her forehead.

Molen stroked his chin again and nodded to himself.

"That's right, it's this guy."

Miss Robert Grape Carrot.

Two-horned beast.

A female troll with a long-distance running speed of 150 kilometers per hour and an explosive speed capable of creating a sonic boom—you'd probably need a driver's license to ride this horse.

The Duchess of the Carrot Collar was someone Morren had known since childhood; she was a year older than Morren and two heads shorter.

His personality was so rotten that it had nothing to do with any human virtues.

If she hadn't still harbored a sliver of hope about returning to the Carrot family, she would have definitely captured Morren and made him a slave after the first Calamity Month.

If it weren't for the fact that even a knife might not be able to pierce her face, she would have been stabbed in the back a hundred times by her subordinates long ago.

And this guy has a bulletproof skin and an enormous appetite.

This is Morren's next target that he must conquer.

Hmm, that's quite challenging.

Lyme peeked out from Morren's shoulder and peered at the small, menacing figure in the painting.

"She has two horns on her head."

"She is a two-horned beast, the opposite of a unicorn."

Molen turned the notebook to a different angle so she could see it more clearly.

Before he could explain the difference between the two extraordinary beings, the communication rune stone on the table began to glow.

Molen raised his eyebrows.

That silly cat seemed to have said that if there was no news in three days, it would go and rescue her.

It seems she escaped from the buyer alive.

Lyme obediently inserted the runestone into his forehead, and the fluorescence spread from the surface of the stone, projecting shimmering fluorescent yellow characters onto the tent's canvas, where they jumped out line by line.

"Meow, meow, Miss Lime is watching too, right?"

"We guessed it as soon as we saw that bright green character, hehehe."

"The cat survived Miss Carrot's clutches, meow, and the Baron's mithril was sold, meow."

"The cat even suggested to the Countess that it could fund a school, but upon learning that it was for mice and cats, she politely threw the cat out."

"Although Countess Sweet Radish is a very gentle blonde beauty and a unicorn, the cat can tell good from bad and is considering catching the cat."

Hmm, sweet radish collar?

This seems to be Robert's hometown; she was banished from there to this godforsaken place to oversee the mining.

"The Countess also suggested that we send a message directly to the Baron, but the cat promised to keep it a secret from the Baron and therefore did not agree."

"In short, the cat plans to stay here for a while longer, and the Baron's payment will be delivered by Harpy."

"The doorbell rang outside. It's probably the cat's takeout that arrived. I'll talk to you later, meow."

The words on the tarpaulin stopped moving.