This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 101.100. The Wonderful Use of Slimes

"What do we do now? It's not good to dig a hole in the rain..."

Unlike the time with the noble knight, there were no towns in sight, only a village. If he had been left in the woods, it would have taken a long time for him to be discovered.

Their current location is on the outskirts of the city; to be more precise, it's a vineyard on the edge of the city!
Although it's not every day, people come every now and then.

If the body is left unattended, it will definitely be discovered within a week.

Even ordinary corpses would attract the attention of the guards, let alone a vampire corpse among them!

If Dylan is still in the city and hasn't received a ship to the archipelago, he might run into some trouble.

Fortunately, Kloro lived up to his reputation as a professional; his methods for handling the body were far more sophisticated.

Kloro took out a bottle with a simple seal on the neck from his backpack, opened it, and poured out the contents—a green slime.

"No need to dig a hole, the slime will eat the corpse clean."

Kloro's expression was also not good, and he looked at Dylan with a hint of apology in his eyes. After all, this was entirely his fault, and his older brother had really lost face.

"Brother Dylan, please stay here and keep an eye on things. Make sure this slime properly digests the corpse instead of running around."

I'll go back and clean up the traces.

I'm sorry I dragged you into this.

Dylan waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.

Kloro sighed and returned to the vineyard the way he came.

Dylan was left alone, watching the small lump of slime grow bigger and bigger as he ate it.

The woman in front of me with her protruding canines and bloodshot eyes is not really a vampire.

To be precise, he is a half-vampire who has not yet completed his ascension.

Because true vampires turn to ashes when they die, only half-vampires who haven't yet earned a title leave behind a corpse; this is common knowledge.

In Dylan's opinion, this whole affair was an undeserved disaster.

The two had already arrived outside the port city of Clark when Cloro suddenly suggested that they go to a safe house to rest for the night before taking Dylan into the city.

Dylan readily agreed and followed Kloro to the vineyard.

Upon arrival, they discovered that the so-called safe house was actually the residence of Chlorlo's old flame.

What kind of espionage is this?!

and……

What kind of crazy development is this "catching someone in the act"?!

Dylan covered his face, recalling what Chlorlo had said in the vineyard.

"Brother Dylan, wait outside for a moment, I'll go give you a surprise."

"What does this mean? Why is this man in your bedroom?"

"You pretty boy, how dare you stab me?"

"You actually helped this pretty boy?!"

When Dylan rushed over, the nameless pretty boy was already lying in a pool of blood, while Kloro and his so-called lover were fighting fiercely. Both of them were furious and fought with all their might, using all their combat skills.

Seeing that Kloro was being suppressed and could be killed at any moment, Dylan naturally couldn't stand idly by, so he picked up his steel longsword and joined the battle.

When it all ended, it turned out like this.

A demon spy, in human territory, caught another demon spy in the act of adultery and killed him.

"What the hell is going on...?"

Dylan really wanted to ask: Are shapeshifters and vampires really okay?
But obviously, this is a question that cannot be asked now.

Dylan also noticed that this pretty boy was indeed very fair-skinned, and his clothes were quite luxurious, clearly indicating that he was a wealthy young master.

Anyway, it's definitely not someone who's dead and nobody cares.

It's troublesome...

“Brother Dylan…” came Chlorlo’s tired voice from behind.

After Kloro returned, the two waited for a while longer, until the slime finished digesting the half-vampire and wrapped the pretty boy up before leaving.

"Don't we need to deal with the slimes?" Dylan asked.

"No need, it's just an ordinary slime, who knows what it has eaten."

With this incident, the two naturally dared not delay and had no choice but to enter the city that very night. Entering the city certainly wouldn't be through the main gate; not only would the gates be closed at this time, but even if they were open, Dylan wouldn't be able to get through.

The salty sea breeze hit their faces as Chlorlo led Dylan around the city until they arrived at a drainage outlet near the sea.

A three-meter square drainage outlet is embedded at the base of the city wall, with rusty iron railings sealing the exit, and rainwater flows out from it incessantly.

After Kloro approached, he grasped the second iron bar on the left and gently lifted it off.

At Klorane's prompting, Dylan picked up his backpack and went inside first.

Kloro then used the tip of her shoe to kick away the broken seashells stuck in the stone trough, and wedged the iron rod back into place before following up.

As his boot heels rolled over the years-old silt in the drain, Dylan covered his nose and exclaimed, "This is the first time I've ever seen such a large sewer."

"When Clark was built, it was planned to be a large city with a population of 40, so the sewer system was naturally quite large."

You know so much... Dylan guesses this is some kind of mandatory course for spies?

Kloro glanced at the water level gradually overflowing the trough at their feet and warned, "Let's hurry up, if the rain gets any heavier, this place will flood."

After walking briskly for quite a distance, the two finally managed to climb a ladder before the water rose too high.

Dylan thought he would climb directly to the ground, but he didn't expect to find himself in a mezzanine.

As soon as I came up, I suddenly heard a shrill voice: "Hey! I really didn't expect anyone to come up from this side in this awful weather!"

Dylan instinctively reached for the sword at his waist and looked toward the source of the sound—a ratman.

Seeing Dylan touch his sword, the ratman put his hand behind his back as well: "You little brat, trying to cause trouble here?"

A hand patted Dylan on the shoulder; it was Chlorlo.

"Don't be nervous, this guy's a newbie, he just doesn't know the rules. How much is the intro now?"

"Tch, keep an eye on the people you bring," the ratman complained, but didn't really take it seriously. "The lead is 10 silver per person, but the road is flooded today, so we can only take you up tomorrow."

Kloro nodded and handed 20 silver to the ratman, who then tossed him two crooked but very similar iron plaques.

Kloro gave one to Dylan.

The two continued walking inside, and Dylan asked in a low voice, "Is that ratman also a spy?"

"Of course not. He should be a member of a gang in Clark City. If my information is up-to-date, he should be a member of the Blacksteel Brotherhood."

"Regardless of your status, as long as you pay, they will send you into the city at the right time."

"I see," Dylan nodded. He had initially thought that humanity had been completely infiltrated.

It turns out they were just gangs that existed in every city.

The two soon arrived at a relatively clean area, where a few people who looked like they came from unknown places were sitting scattered around.

Some of the men were holding similar iron plaques to those in Dylan's hand, suggesting they were dangerous individuals attempting to sneak into the city.

Further away, several guys dressed similarly to the ratmen, clearly gang members, were guarding the exit.

Kloro found an open space: "Let's rest here for now. Try not to get into a fight with these guys. If a fight breaks out, these gang members won't come out to maintain order."

I've really worn him out today, and I don't want anything else to go wrong.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a scream came from behind Dylan.

My hands—

A halfling knelt on the ground, clutching his bleeding wrist and groaning in pain, while his hand, which should have been on his wrist, had fallen several meters away.

The surrounding people's eyes were drawn to it, but they all just watched with amusement.

Klorane immediately realized that this person was most likely a thief, and was somewhat surprised by Dylan's vigilance.

"That's impressive, bro. I didn't even notice someone coming up behind me."

"Huh? Ah, it's alright, it's alright..." Feeling the backpack straps wriggling, Dylan belatedly realized what had happened.

Faced with the stares from all around, Dylan could only tighten his backpack around his neck.

At this moment, Lin Jun's gaze was focused on the panel of a man in black robes.

[Skill: Abyss Magic LV2]

A type of magic I've never seen before!
And it's the kind of person whose name alone sounds very powerful!

Should we ask Dylan to check what's going on...?

(End of this chapter)