Will the kemonomimi encounter Alien Ranch Story?

Therefore, the situation in Theresis' territory was very similar to that in Shaanxi at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Not to mention herdsmen and tenant farmers, even landlords were struggling to survive.

However, the fate of small landlords could not affect the large landlords and factory owners in the south, nor could it influence the thoughts of the emerging compradors who were making huge profits in the process.

In this situation, there are plenty of people willing to secretly collude with the Yankees. There's no need for monetary bribery; all it takes is offering relatively fair terms, and these people will bring their own food and come forward to help pass on intelligence, transport supplies, hide personnel, and even smuggle people to the North.

The truck soon stopped in a small herding village. The team leader, carrying a large bag, went straight into the RV prepared for them, put the bag on the ground and opened it. The blue-haired girl, whose mouth was gagged with duct tape and whose hands and feet were tied, looked at them in horror.

"Cough cough cough!" The action captain brought over a chair, but didn't immediately begin the interrogation. Instead, he started talking about seemingly casual conversation. "To be honest, I don't really like many of the rules in this unit right now. For example, no torture or forced confessions, no stretching your muscles and having some fun with you. But, well, that depends on whether you cooperate or not." The burly former mercenary revealed a sinister smile.

“Personally, I would prefer you not to cooperate, so I can properly refresh my old skills.” He waved the dagger in his hand. “You know what, before I became a mercenary, I was a master at skinning sheep alive back in my hometown. It’s an ancestral skill. Before everyone invented paper, we used paper made from sheepskin to make records, and the best parchment had to be skinned from a live lamb, that’s soft and tough enough.”

"And I am the one who can ensure that the lamb is still alive when the whole skin is peeled off." The blue-haired girl's eyes were already filled with tears, and she kept making terrified whimpers.

"Whoosh!" The captain ripped the tape off her mouth. "Okay, now I'll ask you a question, and you answer: Where are your armored vehicles hidden?"

"I...I don't know, I'm just an equipment tester..." The girl tried desperately to get away from this demon in terror.

"So how much stuff did you send over?"

"Yes, there are armored vehicles, mobile suits, and a large number of electromagnetic armor-piercing crossbows. Oh, and there seems to be a prototype tank called Iron Rider."

"They're all from Raytheon Industries?"

"Yes, yes." He's just an employee anyway, and his loyalty to the company is limited to what's determined by his salary. There's nothing wrong with that; Colombians are all like that—they're only responsible for their own wages. Anything beyond that costs extra.

"So, after they took over the goods, you didn't conduct any tests or demonstrations?"

"I did it..."

"So where did all the people you taught go?"

"No, I don't know. They didn't tell me, but I heard they're going to transfer me to a place further south. Oh, right!" The girl tried to increase her value. "Armored vehicles need Originium fuel, and they're planning to purchase a batch of mining equipment from Raytheon Industries. It's at the Liping Valley mine in the south!"

"It's a shame I can't try out my new skill. Lock her up and we'll take her with us when we come back."

With the location name, armed reconnaissance can be carried out. Once the location of the armored vehicle is determined, the sabotage attack will begin immediately. For the sake of secrecy, the equipment tester cannot be let go.

However, he didn't think they should kill it. He believed that this guy had greater value and was worth taking with them on their way back. After all, as a former mercenary, judging the value of a fat sheep was almost instinctive.

As winter approaches, the eastern wasteland of Kazimir never sees snow. For some unknown reason, eerie red sand engulfs the endless ruins. No one knows what these structures created by the ancient inhabitants were for, the most conspicuous of which is the enormous archway-like structure.

The milky white surface has been largely eroded away by wind and sand, revealing the complex pipes and wiring inside, as well as the metal frame.

On the edge of the ruins, a camp for the homeless was set up behind a collapsed wall, with four or five trucks, seven or eight tents, and two campfires, providing a temporary haven and various services for the scavengers.

Nomads are wanderers who do not live in mobile cities. Most of them are infected and roam the wilderness between cities, trading with merchants and scavengers, providing simple supplies and technical services.

Most of these people also possessed their own unique skills, such as repairing vehicles and weapons, and using simple tools and parts to manufacture crossbows and mechanical crossbows. The spoils they obtained from scavengers would be sorted, processed, and transformed before being traded with familiar merchants for supplies and resources.

Lin Guang twitched his ears and dug the sand out of his furry ears. Even with a dustproof cloak, sand could still get in during a winter sandstorm.

In contrast, Marna, who was adept at folding down her ears to cover them and sacrificing some of her senses to avoid getting sand in, was much calmer.

He was discussing something with the leader of the nomadic camp in a very authentic local dialect, and then he traded a few pieces of ancient alloy that he had obtained from a small group of vicious bandits for two beds and enough food to last for three days.

"Here!" Marna handed over a piece of so-called rations, which was a block made of crushed sand beetle powder mixed with a little flour. It was bitter and astringent, with an extremely disgusting greasy and cloyingly sweet aftertaste.

This was the worst food Lin Guang had ever eaten, bar none. However, along the way, such solid rations were already a privilege reserved for knights; the farmers under the knights' rule couldn't even get their hands on such blocky food.

"Next, we'll cross the edge of the wasteland to reach the Nightmare Line. I think you should be quite familiar with that place?"

"Um--"

“However, you went there as a squire knight or even the future head of the Nearl family. Now, we need to change our perspective and look at the things you used to know from a different angle.”

For more than a month, they walked across half of Kazimierz, and Nearl saw scenes she could never have seen as a knight, and those people told her stories she could never have heard as a knight.

They traversed abandoned villages, settling in slums outside the knights' magnificent castles. They witnessed how the knights, praised for their bravery and skill in battle, plundered men and provisions from the villages, and how the merchants of the guild made a fortune through usury and hoarding of goods, turning villages into slaves and bankrupt farmers.

Of course, in the past, Nearl believed this was necessary, especially since not all the knights here were there for their own luxury; some were genuinely there to stop the strange things from the nightmares and ruins from escaping. They needed new recruits and military rations.

The land near the ruins is barren, and the territory has little to no output for food and equipment. The Federation took the opportunity to raise prices and make a fortune from the national crisis.

The corruption of the guild and the knights, their individual brilliance, the differences and similarities in the territories they governed, and the advantages and disadvantages were gradually revealed to Nearl in this journey of exile. In her view, it was more like a trial and a journey of growth.

Things that were once taken for granted now seem so unusual, and theories that were once considered heretical now seem to make sense.

"So, Uncle, must the knight really disappear?"

"As a group, they must disappear. I spoke with Miss Talulah. It's not just the knights, but also the nobles and the guilds."

Marna did indeed speak with Talulah before being exiled from the Light. As someone who was confused yet convinced that the knightly class was beyond redemption, he had a pleasant conversation with Talulah.

“But…” “It’s all the same, the whole of Terra is the same.” Marna shook his head with a smile. “After we’ve seen the fortress, we’ll go straight to Columbia. This time, we can try taking the continental route, it’s a tourist route.”

"why is that?"

"Because I have already shown you darkness, now I should show you another kind of light. Although it is not perfect, at least there is a glimmer of light in it. You want to become light, but you have never seen darkness and do not know what true light is."

Marna laughed as he stuffed the last bit of rations into his mouth, seemingly unfazed by the hellish taste. During his years as a knight-errant, he had eaten far worse stuff.

Meanwhile, in Syracuse, the city-state was blanketed in a layer of silver frost as snowflakes fell. A blonde loli skipped happily through the thin layer of snow; she was rarely allowed to leave her room and manor, and this was her first time venturing out.

The reason the godfather allowed her to go out was that she was accompanied by Swire and Xia Lin, whose security detail was quite adequate.

Moreover, other families wouldn't risk offending two multinational corporations by harming a small child.

"Hey, Lao Xia, I have a question. I heard you know a little about medicine."

Swire watched Lisa playing in the snow for a while, then awkwardly stirred the milk in her cup, a faint blush on her face.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Xia Lin looked up, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Well, um, it seems like he hasn't appeared recently."

"Which one?" Xia Lin was completely confused, then it took her a few minutes to realize, "Irregular periods?"

"Yes, yes!" The little tiger turned his head away, his neck even turning a little red. "Don't say it so bluntly in public!"

"Then try this," Old Xia thought for a moment, then took out a long, rectangular box and pushed it over.

"This is..." Swire picked it up curiously and looked at it, then almost fainted. "A pregnancy test!?"

"Otherwise what?" Xia Lin scratched his head. "We've been married for over a month, and we haven't used any protection, every night..."

"Stop talking! Shut up!" In his haste, the little tiger grabbed a small piece of pastry and stuffed it into Xia Lin's mouth, completely filling it and silencing her.

"Gulp—" Old Xia swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty. "In short, based on the amount of fluid injected, this is the first suspicion. Of course, if it's just a line, then you really need to go back and see Dr. Susuluo for a proper check-up. Gynecological diseases must be treated as early as possible, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"You still dare to talk?!"

"Okay, isn't this what you wanted to ask? Besides, it'll save your mother from constantly asking why there's no progress."

That's to be expected. There are no condoms in Terra, everyone is encouraging childbirth, and there's a lack of entertainment at night. Naturally, people would have questions if they hadn't had any results after being married for so long.

"However, don't put too much pressure on yourself. It could be due to other reasons, such as poor rest, excessive stress, or sub-health conditions. Besides... I have all the necessary equipment here."

"What equipment?" the inexperienced little tiger asked curiously.

"Of course, it's maternity equipment for assisting childbirth. It has everything from nerve-cutting needles that will never harm the fetus or the mother to automatic forceps and other equipment."

About half of them are used by both humans and animals, since postpartum care for sows is not much simpler than that for human mothers, especially in large-scale farming.

"Uh……"

"So, this is what you want to tell me?" Do men completely throw away the brains they had when they were chasing girls after marriage? Or do two white things mix up and all end up in "beep—"?

"The main problem is that you asked such a strange question in the first place..."

"You can't answer like that!"

"Okay, let's change the subject. Is the conditioner you recently switched not working well?"

“Yes, a little…” Swire was also eager to get out of this awkward topic. She touched her big tail and nodded. Originally, her tail was more like the fluffy and soft fur of a snow leopard, but now it seemed a bit rough and stiff. If you touched it with your backhand, it would feel a little prickly.

"Next time I'll try a different brand. This brand doesn't seem right. I wonder if they changed the formula. I won't buy from them again." The beast-eared girls of Terra have half as many cosmetics as the human ladies on Earth.

For example, there are various conditioners, liquids that add shine and softness to tail and ear fur, depilatory agents that prevent hair from growing in places where it shouldn't, and various treatments and care that need to be done during seasonal shedding.

This resulted in Swire's cosmetics cabinet containing at least a hundred bottles of various products. In addition, there were several kinds of antibacterial agents, anti-sticking agents, and deodorants needed to prevent the body from smelling bad in the summer due to the growth of bacteria caused by sweat and hair sticking together.

However, compared to the "cosmetics" of the young lady next door, this is already very little. That young lady's dressing table could be used as a chemical cabinet.

The level of precision required during the care process is comparable to that of a high-precision factory performing major overhauls and maintenance on its equipment—there are two boxes of nano-adjustment needles of various lengths and diameters.

When he was a child, he went to his neighbor's house to play. It gave Lao Xia a great shock, and he was even dumbfounded. He even had great respect for the neighbor's children.

At that time, he thought it was a torture device. He was amazed that his neighbor's child could withstand such torture without revealing that he had skipped school by climbing over the wall. He thought the child must be one of the toughest men in the world.

Later I found out it was just cosmetics. I suddenly felt that all the admiration and emotion I felt as a child had been wasted.

"Speaking of which, why are you interested in my cosmetics? Aren't you uninterested in them?"

"Because it feels more prickly than before, especially when it's wrapped around..."

"Stop talking! Don't you have a mind of your own?" The little tiger was so embarrassed he almost crawled under the table. How could he talk about their evening's entertainment in public?

She may seem carefree, but she's not actually a tomboy like Lao Chen. Deep down, she's a conservative Victorian lady. If it were Lao Chen, she probably... well, I can't imagine.

"Besides, my profession is also good at this, but I didn't know what these cosmetics of yours were for, so I didn't say..."

"Ok?"

"What I mean is, could this be a business opportunity?"

"What business opportunity?"

"Selling cosmetics..."

"Huh?" The little tiger didn't quite grasp it at first. "You can make this?"

"I can't use face wash or similar products, but I can use conditioner. However, I'll have to find a way to do some testing."

After all, fur and ornamental pets are also products of the agricultural colony's livestock industry, so ensuring that the fur is shiny and the pets don't have too much body odor is part of his business.

Pet food, pet drink, and pet grooming supplies are one of the economic pillars of agricultural colonies, and also an important part of alien ecology when we were in school.

After all, alien creatures that haven't been washed away yet either have agricultural or pet value.

Worthless ecosystems are generally outside the scope of this discipline, as they involve directly cleaning up the entire planet and reshaping it into a terrestrial ecological environment.

If it weren't for the uncertainty about whether Terrans could actually eat cat food or similar things, he would have even sold pet food as edible food, which might have suited the tastes of the kemonomimi (animal girls) perfectly.

Right, if you slightly modify pet food and canned pet food, and then sell them as diet meals and diet canned food, you should be able to make a lot of money off people who are easily taken advantage of.

Besides, it must be nutritionally balanced, which is beneficial for weight loss. After all, once humans have satisfied their basic needs, they spend more time and effort on things like pets than on their girlfriends.

Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem wrong. You pamper your dog at home and can call it whenever you want to pet it. But if you try to pet your girlfriend, you'll probably only get a glare and a "get lost" in return. And thinking about it more closely, isn't one of the biggest charms of kemonomimi (animal-like girls) that you can pet them?