Let go of that monster girl!

Even the decisive Queen Victoria and her magnificent Marigold Rebellion ended up like this.

No matter what, Aishan is a noble family under the kingdom, and the religious order is a branch of the state religion. If things get too ugly, the state religion and the kingdom will step in to mediate.

Isn't this always the case with conflicts between nobles and local religious leaders?

"Nothing to worry about."

"Yes, that's it."

Everyone smiled and began to eat the radish "roasted meat".

"By the way, has your messenger from the Order returned yet?"

"No."

“My son is back. He said the Holy Maiden will send an envoy to handle the follow-up matters.”

The hyena girl leaned back in her chair, a confident expression on her face.

Everything is under control.

She turned to look out the window.

The white mushroom forest outside the window was still shimmering, and the moon was very bright, which was truly satisfying.

moon?

She was stunned.

Where would the moon come from in a dark zone?

The moon blinked.

With a deafening roar, the roof of the entire castle was ripped off by brute force, and stones and wooden beams tumbled through the air, crashing down around the banquet hall.

A giant dragon coiled on the crumbling wall.

It was incredibly ugly and deformed.

Its body, over twenty meters long, is formed by the limbs of various animals and chimeras, fused together in a strange and harmonious way. Its eyes are silvery white and pupilless, its antlers grow curved from both sides of its head, its torso is covered with uneven scales and fur, the joints of its six legs are bent in different directions, and several tails of different thicknesses hang from its abdomen.

But all of this is combined with a kind of chilling sense of holiness, as if every piece of flesh and blood had been meticulously designed.

This magnificent creature of flesh and blood was wrapped in a pure white shroud, embroidered with golden emblems.

The Holy Egg Hatching Society, the messengers of the Church, have already arrived.

The banquet hall was completely silent.

The nobles remained frozen in their seats, their wine glasses slipping from their hands and shattering on the floor with a particularly jarring sound.

A short nobleman, his lips trembling, managed to squeeze out a sentence in an almost inaudible voice.

“Your Excellency, we can explain.”

The deformed dragon opened its mouth.

A pale white breath gushed from its throat, instantly sweeping across the entire banquet hall.

The nobles, who had just been clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, screamed in the flames, their skin peeling off and their bones melting away, only to coalesce and reform after the white light faded.

They stood up again.

The gray skin clung tightly to the bones, all the hair had fallen out, the eye sockets were sunken, and the pupils had turned a cloudy milky white.

The ghouls stood there with their arms hanging down, expressionless, awaiting orders.

Outside the castle, a white army bearing the emblem of the Incubation Society is approaching from the north, with countless deformed beasts in neat formation and banners fluttering in the wind.

The deformed dragon spread its wings, took off, and flew straight south to attend the next banquet.

Chapter 117 Mini Lyme Bomb

The arrival of the octopus girl brought many wonderful little things, some of which made the cook especially happy.

So, the cook decided to make a wonderful little thing.

Chiffon cake.

Add the giant rat milk to a large bowl, then add a little oil and stir carefully.

Then, using a fine mushroom cloth, sift in a tiny bit of the finest black bread flour, which will emit a beautiful blue-green fluorescence, and continue to stir it carefully.

The cook picked up two fist-sized fish balls, brought them close to her ears, and listened intently for a while.

A low murmur came from inside, but I couldn't understand what it was saying; it was probably the sound of the sea.

She picked up the fish ball and tapped it against the edge of the cutting board; it was soft and limp, and she couldn't break it at all.

The cook tried to break it again, but still couldn't.

She frowned, took the kitchen knife from the knife rack, and it seemed to whimper as she cut into it.

Lym lay on the cutting board, only half of his face and a pair of light green eyes showing, intently watching the cook's movements.

Fish eggs have one advantage: they have no egg white, only yolk.

However, fish eggs have a drawback: they contain no egg white, only yolk.

I can't whip the eggs into foam.

Fortunately, the cook had already used the washing machine on the waterwheel to make a batch of sweetened slime as a substitute.

Combine everything together, pour it into the mold, and if there's any left over, pour it into paper cups, then put it in the oven.

"It's so complicated."

Lyme whispered that he hadn't learned it at all.

Baking a chiffon cake is an extremely long and difficult process for a pastry chef, as the temperature must be precisely controlled at around 150 degrees Celsius for nearly an hour.

But for Dwarf Mountain, the mouse girls have modified a simple electric oven that only requires turning a knob.

Lime pressed his entire face close to the observation window of the electric oven, his eyes fixed on the slowly rising cake inside.

She stared at it for almost an hour.

It's important to let the chiffon cake cool completely after removing it from the oven.

Lime moved to the cooling rack and stared at the cake in the mold.

As the plump chiffon cake cooled, it slowly shrank back, from puffing up to overflowing the edge of the mold, and gradually sank down until it finally stopped at a level that was just right.

Lem tilted his head, seemingly confused by the process.

The cook used a knife to run a line around the inside of the mold, then deftly flipped it over to unmold it.

The chiffon cake landed perfectly on the plate.

It's shiny.

BrinBrin.

Without any embellishment, the cake made from black bread flour radiates a bright and beautiful blue-green glow, as if it longs to return to the sea at any moment.

"That's amazing."

It always followed its master, watching him tinker with those amazing alchemy jars. The master was very powerful.

But the cook is also very capable; it's so complicated and troublesome.

Lyme had seen all sorts of small pieces of trash made by the worker rats at their canteen.

If the batter isn't whipped enough, the cake will turn into an omelet.

If the heat is not right, the cake will collapse into an egg ring.

If the cake is not unmolded properly, it will shrink into a small mushroom shape.

This little cake is nothing short of a miracle.

The cook reached out and patted Lime's little head. She smiled gently, put the small cake from the paper cup into Lime's mouth, and then handed her the large cake along with the plate.

"This little thing is very fragile, don't break it. Take it to the workshop for the young master and Miss Sulfur."

Lem nodded seriously.

She held the plate in both hands, carefully protecting this fragile miracle.

In the square outside the corridor, several mouse girls were squatting on the ground blowing bubbles.

The octopus girl's soap was transformed into a bowl of sparkling foam. Using wire loops or various ring-shaped objects, bubbles of all sizes floated up, refracting ever-changing colors under the light of the fluorescent lamps.

Several smaller mouse girls chased after the bubble, reaching out their tiny hands to grab it. The bubble burst the moment they caught it, and then they giggled as they chased after the next one.

Lem stopped and stared blankly at the bubbles floating in the air.

It's shiny.

So beautiful.

This was the first time she had ever seen soap bubbles.

The bubbles in the sewer always smell bad, and so does the food in the sewer.

Before coming to the hill, Lyme had never seen such beautiful bubbles or eaten such delicious cake.

The shifting, serene aura captivated Lyme.

A bubble floated in front of her and paused for a moment at the tip of her nose.

Then it broke.

Lem jolted violently, as if he had been pulled back from a dream.

She seemed lost in thought, clutching the plate tightly in her hand.

For the first time, Little Slime Girl realized that bubbles are so fragile, and so is cake.

The beauty and tranquility of the low hills are like the light and shadow flowing on a bar of soap.

She desperately wanted to grasp it, yet she was afraid of puncturing it.

Workshop testing ground.

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While eating his cake, Morren looked at the little slime girl who had suddenly clung to him and wouldn't let go, completely bewildered.

He looked down at Lyme, then looked up at the sulfur beside him.

Sulfur's lips twitched slightly, and he said with a very peculiar expression:

"You guys continue, don't worry about me."

She was working on a fist-sized metal device.

A scaled-down version of the Little Lyme bomb, but with a much more complex structure.

The outer shell is made of thin copper sheet, and the inside is divided into two layers: the inner layer is a small lime bomb, and the outer layer is a can of dehydrated slime acid.

When triggered, the inner layer detonates first, spraying the outer fuel into the air, causing a deflagration and creating a large-scale high-temperature shock wave.

Each piece has a super miniature lime head embossed on its copper casing, with round eyes, crooked bangs, and a blank expression.

Molen called it: Mini Lime Bomb.

He had to admire sulfur's talent for mechanical design; he learned it almost instantly.

Such ingenious devices are being produced continuously by one blacksmith rat after another, one alchemist rat after another stirring the cauldron, and one worker rat after another drooling on the assembly line.

Giant version, tandem version, portable version, put on an airship, attach a ballista, and hang it on the waist of a militiaman.

But she felt that sulfur wasn't powerful enough, so she picked up a finished product from the table and wound it up fully.

Then, using its long, thin white tail as a sling, it wrapped around the projectile and spun it twice in the air.

The mini lime bomb flew in an arc towards the target pile of stones at the far end of the test range.

A deafening explosion!

The green mist expanded dramatically, followed closely by flames. The red and green flames expanded outward at a visible speed, forming a huge shock wave.

The stone target shattered and collapsed in the shock wave, with the debris being pushed more than ten meters away, leaving a crater on the ground emitting thick smoke from the burning.

The red and green flames were also bright.