Let go of that monster girl!

"Here, take this bread to her."

The gray-haired mouse girl, carrying two portions of food, bowed earnestly and then ran away in a flash.

Molen, of course, did not line up to get bread and dried fish.

He silently walked towards the alley near the church, his gaze sweeping over the long queue, and mentally estimated the time of the mass.

It took about two hours.

Outside the low hills, the mining rats need to do heavy physical labor for sixteen hours a day. The remaining eight hours are for eating, sleeping, bathing, and maintaining tools. The two-hour mass directly consumes a quarter of their rest time.

It seems a bit too long.

Not right.

The mouse girls finished receiving their food one after another, their small figures spreading out under the dim glowstone light. Some mice were so hungry that they picked up bread and stuffed it into their mouths as they walked.

A little mouse took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

She carefully turned her head to look at the black figure standing in the narrow gap between the two buildings.

so high.

Morren raised a hand from the shadows and beckoned to her.

The little mouse swallowed hard, and finally moved over step by step, ready to turn around and run away at any moment.

Molen squatted down, opened his palm, revealing two sugar cubes.

"Want to earn some extra money?"

The man in front of me was dressed in aristocratic clothes, with black hair and black eyes, and was quite handsome.

The little mouse was terrified.

Is it...

Ugh, isn't that kind of thing something only little boys and rich older women do?

A moment later.

The little mouse girl squatted on the ground, eating.

Sugar cubes.

Molen sat on the haystack next to him, thought for a moment, and then asked:

"You're all here listening to Mass for two hours every day, don't you have time to rest?"

With candy in her mouth, the mouse girl mumbled a reply:

"There are no more mines to dig now. Those ant women don't ask for wages, aren't picky about food, aren't afraid of being tired or dying, and there are many of them. They're also very fierce towards rats."

"Last month, there were only a few ant girls in those mines in the north, but now most of Carrot Ridge is full of ant girls, and the rats have no work to do."

"Moreover, the foxes in the north are now preventing caravans from transporting grain, so everything is very expensive."

Ant Girl?

Mining?

Morren raised an eyebrow.

The sun is rising in the south?

There is no sun in the dark zone.

Ant girls are inherently bloodthirsty and irritable, and all their actions are solely for the service of the queen. Persuading the queen to mine? If they had that kind of patience, they would have wiped out all the beast girls long ago.

Molen thought for a moment, then asked:

"Did Ant Girl come with those nuns?"

"I don't know, those older sisters came two weeks ago. As long as you go to listen to them read, you get food, and they can also cure diseases. If the illness is too serious to be cured, they send it to the north, saying that the Holy Maiden there can cure it. The rats who wanted to join have also gone to the north with them, and quite a few have already gone."

The little mouse girl lowered her head and whispered:

"If there's no more mining, we'll probably have to go north and try our luck."

Damn it, they actually kidnapped the mouse girl that Moren wanted to kidnap!

Morren is furious!

Despite his anger, Morren had to admit that this was a truly terrifying and blatant scheme.

First, the foxes block the trade routes to increase the cost of survival.

Then the ant girls were sent to the mine, causing the rat girls to lose their means of survival in large numbers.

At this time, the cult will come out with loving smiles and fresh relief food to save the rat girl from her predicament. Don't ask how she got her predicament yet.

Whether the rat girls trust the cult or not, whether they know where the ant girls came from or not, the rat girls, having nowhere else to go, have no choice but to follow the cult northward.

It goes without saying what the territory would look like if it were filled with ant girls.

The deteriorating environment filled with ant girls can also force more residents to join the cult's migration.

But the nobles didn't care about any of that, and the ant girl didn't have to worry about disease, food, or wages.

As long as the minerals are produced on time, they can simply run away and go to the sunlit areas to enjoy themselves and collect rent.

Robert is even less likely to care about the life or death of the Mouse Girl; it's questionable whether she even knows what the Mouse Girl looks like.

Therefore, the cult could achieve a perfect win-win situation without any conflict with the local nobles, without any violence, and without even spending silver coins to buy the rat girls.

Including Ant Girl, it's a win-win-win situation.

This plan is terrifying.

However, there is still one thing that doesn't make sense.

Molen put his hand on his chin and started to feel a headache.

It's been almost a year since that Holy Dragon appeared. Why is she so determined to gather people in the new market?

Or is it that people are gathering around her?

Moren moved the mouse girls to the dwarf hills because they were a reliable source of labor for the dwarf hills.

But for a powerful figure like the Dragon Girl who lives apart from the world, she doesn't need the Rat Girl to help her build things. She herself is the foreman, factory, and construction site, gathering all the productive forces in the world.

Surely she doesn't also like mature women under 1.4 meters tall, right?

It's really weird.

No, we can't let these cultists have it too easy.

The cultists' plan had one premise: that the desperate Rat Girl had no other choice but to go to the North New Market.

But clearly, they should have known there was another place they could go.

Molen stood up from the haystack, took out two more sugar cubes from his pocket, and handed them to the mouse girl who was squatting on the ground.

The little mouse caught the candy with both hands, and the whole mouse stood up abruptly, hugging the candy and running away happily.

Molen walked out of the alley, found a high slope made of slag heaps, walked up to the top, and stood on the top overlooking the entire Carrot Ridge.

This is a vast land, dotted with the black entrances of mines and low-lying villages of ratwomen.

It's clear that this used to be a mountainous and barren area, so it's unlikely that carrots would grow there.

From north to south, village after village fell silent, with only the Ant Girl carrying fluorite ore moving through them, forming wisps of pale yellow light that flowed slowly through the darkness.

Molen tightened his collar and turned to walk towards the mining track construction site to the south.

It's time to have Teacher Ma give us an extra small class.

The next tactic is called a propaganda war!

Chapter 107 Miss Robert's Lazy Day

A respectable noblewoman changes her clothes five times a day.

The first item is a morning dress, a simple long dress, without lace or gemstones, only with a few light gold ornaments.

But Robert is rather lazy, so she often eats breakfast in bed, thus saving herself a set of clothes.

Waking Robert was an extremely dangerous task, but fortunately the surviving maids had already figured out the trick.

Just a little aroma of breakfast blown in through the crack in the door is enough to awaken the monster in its adorable little skin on that velvet bed.

Robert sat in the middle of the bed, still half asleep, a strand of hair stuck to his face with drool.

Her oversized purple silk pajamas had slipped halfway off her shoulders, and she was huddled under the covers.

The maids and servants surrounded the bed, moving with extreme care.

One person was carrying warm water and a towel, while the other was holding an ivory comb.

A piece of honey-fried ham, cut into small cubes, is scooped up with a silver spoon.

Robert closed his eyes, chewed twice, swallowed, and only the handle of the spoon remained.

When the silver spoon was used up, Robert's golden eyes finally opened a crack.

Robert turned her head, stared at the vanity mirror for a while, and smiled.

I can't see anything clearly.

She reached out her little hand and pulled out the round-framed glasses that were specially made for her from under the velvet pillow.

I still can't see anything clearly.

However, she still smiled with satisfaction.

She's a young lady from the Carrot family; what's there to doubt about her cuteness and beauty?

Robert, her pajamas hanging limply and her two chubby little legs bare, walked down the spiral staircase handrail.

Her eyesight is almost blind without glasses, but her overly perfect physical sensations make up for it.

The maids following behind each carried a silver tray with different kinds of food, their expressions tense.

The young lady needed to eat constantly and always felt hungry.

The second dress for aristocratic ladies is a garden dress or a comfortable office outfit, a high-waisted cotton maxi skirt with a small brooch at the neckline, neither ostentatious nor shabby.

But Robert never cared about the affairs of the territory, nor was he interested in going among those filthy rats.

The "Rat Girl" thing is probably just a giant rat standing up.

A female horse maid followed half a step beside her, reporting in a low voice:

“Master, the Order seems to be acting rather unruly in the north. Also, someone saw Baron Morren riding that strange device back to the low hills.”

Why are you telling me these things?

Without looking up, Robert stuffed the cream pastry into her mouth, her brows furrowed, looking impatient.

The horse maid's expression was somewhat subtle.

The maid who didn't report these things to her has become a former maid.

But she dared not say anything and silently withdrew.

For aristocratic ladies, lunch was a neglected meal, often consisting of just a small cream pudding.

A decent lunch outfit consists of a light silk skirt paired with an embroidered jacket, ensuring the skirt doesn't wrinkle during an afternoon nap.

But Robert had already eaten ten puddings that morning, and she didn't know which one she should eat for lunch.

She lay lazily and comfortably on the carpet in the living room, surrounded by dessert plates of all sizes, with cream stains and jam smeared all over the place.

Her pajamas had long since come undone. She lay on her side, one small hand under her face, her breathing gradually becoming long and even.

Robert drifted off into a lazy afternoon nap, a little purple blueberry jam still dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Afternoon tea time is the second most important moment for a noble lady.

A meticulously ironed high-necked tea dress, layered tulle cuffs, a string of pearls around the neck, and white sheepskin gloves to be changed into.

But Robert slept until persistent hunger woke her, at which point she lazily turned over.

She lay on the carpet, wriggling like a white larva, her fleshy legs gripping the thick carpet fibers, her eyes half-open, unconsciously nibbling at the carpet.

The maids stood a few steps away, exchanging tense glances.