Let go of that monster girl!

Molen leaned back into the pile of pillows and tapped his fingers on the table a few times.

He thought for a moment, then sat up straight.

Lem turned to look at him, the runestone above his head still glowing.

“Lem, send a message to Fox Seventeen, who works for Jimmy. Tell her I want the kind of ‘red paint’ she knows. I’ll get the gold coins directly from Jimmy, and the paint will be sent along with the remaining payment.”

That Fox Seventeen is 100% the cunning fox merchant from the old market; even if he isn't, there's no loss.

Lem blinked his big eyes.

Wow, so many words?

Her little face puffed up, and the rune stone on her forehead began to flash wildly, popping out one word at a time.

"Fox~~~~~~"

"Little~~~~~~"

"Sister~~~~~~"

"Please~~~~~~"

Chapter 105 Robert

Carrot collar.

Duchess's Castle.

The Duchess's bedroom.

The entire bedroom was covered in dark purple velvet fabric, and a stack of plates on the table contained enough roasted meat for thirty people to eat their fill.

The duchess only ate two meals a day, one from morning till night.

A large, expensive, deep red velvet carpet lay beneath their feet, but it was poorly maintained and littered with breadcrumbs and dried meat scraps.

There was an exquisite cat cage in the corner, where a cat used to live.

Robert lay sprawled on the wide velvet bed, her chin resting on her hands, with a neatly square letter spread out in front of her.

Her short, black hair was messy and sticking up, with a stray strand of golden hair hanging down. The neckline of her dark purple silk pajamas was loose, and the sleeves were longer than her fingers, revealing only her fingertips.

The hem of her pajamas was loose, and her two bare, fleshy legs stretched out, swaying back and forth.

Robert suddenly rolled over, lying on his back, and held the letter to his nose, taking a deep breath.

Hehe, it's that guy's letter.

She grinned, revealing a row of sharp, small white teeth, and with a confident smile, she used her fingertips to pry open the wax seal, pulled out the letter, unfolded it, and squinted to examine it closely.

I watched for a while.

The girl's eyes gradually turned to confusion.

She held the letter up high and shook it a few times.

He picked up the envelope again to make sure there was nothing left inside.

Ok?

She took a pair of large, round-framed glasses from the bedside table and put them on her nose.

I held the letter as far away as possible and shook it a few more times.

"Why is this letter full of writing? That guy is deliberately trying to cause trouble."

Robert jumped out of bed and stomped her bare feet heavily on the floor.

Even with a thick velvet carpet on the floor, it still made a loud noise like being hit by a battering ram.

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. A tall, slender maidservant pushed open the door and poked half her body in, asking with an air of nonchalance:

"Master, what are your orders?"

Robert thrust the letter in her face.

"read."

The maid, Ma Niang, took the letter, unfolded it with both hands, cleared her throat, and began to read it word by word.

"To Her Excellency Robert Grape Carrot, Duchess of Carrot Land, Baron Moron of the Dwarf Mountain."

At a time when border crossings between our two territories are becoming increasingly frequent, I wish to hold a formal meeting to discuss matters concerning the Rat Maiden tribe within your territory, in order to reach an arrangement that is beneficial to both sides…”

"Tsk, stop. If it's not about an arranged marriage, you don't need to read any further."

Robert interrupted her impatiently.

She slammed back onto the bed with her limbs outstretched, sinking into the soft bedding.

The maidservant folded the letter paper again.

She was completely used to her master's unpredictable temper.

However, she had to admit that marrying into the Aishan family was indeed a brilliant move.

Valuable men cannot serve in the military for superior lords. Under the premise that both sides are nobles of equal rank, once they marry, the wife can naturally consolidate military power, thereby achieving de facto annexation.

But the pony in front of her clearly didn't think that much; she just buried her head in the pillow, her little mouth pouting higher and higher.

Seeing that her master might take his anger out on her again, she had no choice but to say:

“Master, Aishan has been expanding northward recently and has annexed five territories in the south in a short period of time. His special letter this time is definitely not that simple. He must be eyeing your fluorite mine.”

Robert lifted his face from the pillow and glanced at her sideways.

"Of course, Master, you must have already figured this out. I'm just repeating it."

"Do you need to tell me?"

Robert sat up, adjusted his large round glasses, and reached for a plate from the stack on the table.

She opened her mouth and bit into the plate along with the remaining half of the grilled meat, as casually as if she were chewing a sandwich.

She spoke indistinctly while chewing on her plate.

“Write a reply and ask him to come to the castle to talk.”

“Master, if he really had other ideas, he would never have agreed to come to our castle.”

"why?"

The maid looked at the plate with a large piece bitten off in Robert's mouth and didn't know how to explain it to her.

Normal people wouldn't willingly put themselves next to a monster with unpredictable temper who can eat a plate like it's a pancake.

She could only try a different perspective.

“Master, you already agreed to the agreement with the New Market. All the rat girls in the territory will be sold to the New Market, and the New Market will give you an equal number of domesticated ant girls. Their missionaries have been here for quite some time now.”

Robert paused for a moment while chewing the plate.

"when."

The horse maid was truly speechless this time.

"At least a month ago."

"Oh, this is so troublesome. You figure it out."

Robert casually tossed the half-eaten plate onto the carpet, rolled over, and lay back down on the bed, swinging her legs back and forth.

The maid stood still, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

For a fleeting moment, she really wanted to strangle the pony in front of her.

But reason prevailed. Even the guillotine might not be able to cut the neck in front of him, otherwise this monster would have been more than just exiled.

The maid only gave a slight bow in the end.

"Okay, master."

She turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.

Ugh.

This life of a beast of burden, I should have found a job as a teacher.

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Carrot collar.

Beside a mine.

A church somewhere.

The church was crowded with mouse girls, whose work clothes were full of patches and holes.

Their little faces were dusty and their bellies were sunken; they all stared intently at the podium in front of them.

One of the mouse girls rubbed her flat little belly and asked her companion:

"When will they send out the food?"

"It will come after she finishes speaking, just be patient."

Molen sat on a pew in the far corner of the church, his back against the wall.

His position wasn't conspicuous, but his 1.8-meter height was obviously hard to hide among this group of 1.4-meter-tall rat girls.

Beside the podium stood a fox-woman nun, her hands raised high, her smile gentle.

"Good children, each of you will receive an extra egg after Mass today."

The rat girls' ears all perked up.

A snake-woman nun slid out from the side door, her arms crossed over her chest, holding an absurdly thick holy book.

She placed the sacred text heavily on the platform and, under the expectant gazes of the mouse girls, turned to the first page.

When the mouse girls saw how thick the book was, their ears drooped down in unison.

Just as the snake maiden was about to speak again, the sacred texts stated...

A little mouse whispered to her companion beside her.

"I heard that the snake nun in the next village speaks a little faster."

“I’m from the next village. There’s more talk over there than over here.”

Molen didn't care whether they were served fish or eggs after the Mass.

He sat in the corner, his expression growing increasingly serious.

There are nuns in the next village too.

If you see a snake-woman nun, it's very likely that snake-woman nuns are everywhere.

It seems that it's not just the low hills that are taking action.

Carrot Territory is located on the central line; I can't even imagine what the situation is like in the territories further north.

Chapter 106 Carrot Collar

The Mass ended, and the mouse girls jumped down from the wooden benches and formed a long, crooked line.

The fox-spirit nun stood at the door. Every time a mouse girl came up, she would take a wrapped piece of bread, a small piece of dried fish, and an egg from her basket and put them into the mouse girl's outstretched hand.

Then she would bend down, place her palm on the round little mouse's head, and gently stroke it.

The mouse girls are very interested in food and also enjoy being patted on the head.

The snake-woman nun slid to the side, clasped her hands together, and recited a few prayers for each of the rat girls.

The mice that had received their food quietly slipped away on their short legs.

The mice waiting in line could only look miserable and cover their ears with their little hands.

In the middle of the group, a short-haired gray mouse girl, after receiving her food, didn't immediately leave. Clutching the dried fish in her hands, she timidly asked the fox-spirit nun:

"Fang Jieshi's leg was bitten off by the ant girl, so he didn't come today."

The fox-spirit nun took another piece of bread from the side and handed it over.