Slime Immortal

"So, Your Majesty, do we really want to trade those precious 'magic leaves' for food? They're actually valuable items that can instantly activate shields."

"In a human town, a magic scroll that can instantly cast a shield would cost at least twenty shiny gold coins. And you're going to use that to buy those cereals and mushrooms to fill your stomach?"

"This business is a losing proposition no matter how you look at it."

Lord Bran's tone was filled with heartache, as if he saw handfuls of gold coins flapping their wings and flying away.

Xiao Ka also nodded his head hard and made a "hmm" sound in his throat, indicating that he agreed with the Earl's point of view.

Chen Yu flicked it lightly.

"Lord Bran, the Dryad Territory is a vital ally in our fight against the Goblin Legion. They are currently suffering from war and constant conflict on their borders. Helping them stabilize their rear is helping us weaken our common enemy. How can this be considered a loss?"

His tone sounded righteous and full of moral responsibility among allies.

Lord Bran sensed something, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of cunning inquiry.

"Your Majesty, are you 'helping your allies' because of some other agenda, like trying to trick that old antique and helping this Earl vent his anger?"

"It's just a normal transaction, but the cost of this 'magic leaf' is lower than you thought."

"Low?"

Lord Bran was a little confused. "A magic scroll, just the special ink required and the arcane parchment that carries the magic, costs upwards of eight gold coins."

"Twenty gold coins would be a reasonable price considering the wizard's wages. How much less could this magic leaf cost?"

Chen Yu thought about it with his transparent head.

A bottle of the most basic magic ink costs six gold coins in the human market, while magic paper costs slightly less, only about one gold coin per sheet.

If you replace it with specially made spiritual leaves, the cost of talisman paper can be almost negligible, and you can get a large handful with just a dozen copper coins.

However, what ultimately determines the cost of a talisman is actually the quality of the talisman master himself.

With a Level 3 talisman drawing skill like his, if he concentrates on drawing thirty times a day, it won't be a problem to succeed in drawing six or seven.

Even taking into account the wasted materials, the total cost of a low-level talisman is less than three gold coins.

On the contrary, if the talisman master is not skilled enough in the art of drawing talismans, the cost of drawing talismans may be much higher than making magic scrolls.

It's the type with an extremely high upper limit and an extremely low lower limit.

This is completely different from the magic scroll system, which has a relatively rigid production process and does not require high wizard skills, but is therefore more popular.

"As for the cost, one talisman will cost about three gold coins." He gave a relatively conservative figure.

"Three...three gold coins?!"

Lord Bran jumped up in surprise, his eyes wide open, as if he had heard the most incredible thing in the world.

"Your Majesty! Did you calculate correctly?! Something that costs three gold coins has the same effect as a twenty-gold magic shield scroll?!"

The location of the Root Whisper Forest is not easy to find. Based on its understanding of the human vampire merchants, a magic scroll worth twenty gold coins may be raised to twenty-five gold coins, or even more.

The magic leaves that cost three gold coins can be sold at a price just slightly lower than the magic scroll. You can definitely make money, and make a lot of money!

"So that's how it is. I understand, Lord!"

"Hahahaha! As expected of Your Majesty."

"This Earl is increasingly looking forward to seeing that old antique being taken advantage of by us and feeling like he's making a killing."

Chen Yu's gel body swayed with pleasure.

“This is just the beginning.”

"start?"

Lord Bran's eyes sparkled, as if he could see the treasury filled with glittering gold coins.

"Your Majesty, is there a way to sell more magic leaves?"

"Selling magic leaves is just a small matter. If the Slime Kingdom wants to truly gain a foothold, warriors and scholars alone are not enough. We also need a crucial class - mages."

He paused, letting this grand concept settle in Earl Bran's mind.

Lord Bran's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and even Little Ka looked at his king with amber eyes.

"I plan to implement a program in the kingdom. We can call it 'wisdom enlightenment', or in other words, compulsory education for slime mages."

"Mage...compulsory education?" Earl Bran tilted his head, feeling curious about this unfamiliar word combination.

"Yes."

Chen Yu affirmed, "The key is to build a Magic Tree Academy in the fortress that integrates learning, practice, and research and development. This will be the cradle of our future mages and the core location for compulsory education."

"Haha! This is good."

Earl Bran's idea was simple. Once there were more wizards in the kingdom, he would be able to sell more magic leaves. Then the treasury would be filled with shiny gold coins that he would never be able to spend.

What a beautiful thing this is.

Chen Yu looked at Lord Bran's reaction and shook his head with satisfaction.

In fact, there is one thing he didn't mention. The mages he trained are not the same as the traditional mages in Ze'arila. These slime mages also need to choose a cultivation skill to learn during compulsory education.

Including but not limited to drawing talismans, setting up formations, refining equipment...

However, visions are always beautiful at the beginning, but if you want to realize them, you still need to go through some hardships.

At present, he is the only one in the entire Slime Kingdom who can draw talismans. As the underground passage has not been opened yet, he will have to be busy for a while in the next few days.

Try to complete a transaction before the arrival of the small demon tide, fill the kingdom's granary, and allow the stinger bee colony to resume normal reproduction and iteration.

I also need to teach Xiaohua how to draw talismans...

In short, it’s just one word: busy!

……

the next day.

Chen Yu had just started to work hard and drew a few talismans when he heard good news from the underground city.

The passage to the Root Whisper Forest has not yet been opened, but the beetle miners have already secretly dug up the first large gray gravel crystal.

He decisively handed the task of drawing talismans to the tool slime, and his consciousness returned to the fat boy. In the dimly lit mine, in the blink of an eye he saw a piece of clear gray gravel crystal flashing in front of him.

So big and bright!

Sure enough, it’s better to get ore for free.

After returning to the ground, Chen Yu watched the bee guards carrying the gray gravel crystals wrapped in leaves back to the territory. He decided to take advantage of the time and go deeper into the obsidian mining area again.

Surprise those goblins with some Corrupted Morgul.

Otherwise, when the demon tide comes, they will have nothing to do and invade his territory again.

Chapter 123 Contact with Slaves

Obsidian mining area.

In a dark corner near the slave camp, without any torch lighting, a rock embedded in the corner of the wall suddenly shook and moved away, revealing a dark passage.

"Yeah..."

A ball of green slime struggled to squeeze its head out, and then with a "pop", it popped out of the hole, rolling several times on the rough ground until it hit the wooden fence of the camp and stopped.

At the entrance of the cave, the little fat boy also poked out his gel head, but it was much fatter than his nanny brothers. His round butt twisted and struggled in vain in the cave, but he just couldn't get out, so he looked at his nanny brothers with pitiful eyes.

"Brother, help me."

The nanny brother shook his head, which was a little dizzy from the collision, and jumped over with a "pa ji pa ji" sound, stuck to its body and pulled it out. At the same time, the two beetles in the cave were desperately pushing the little fat boy's butt.

"One, two, three... pull!"

The nanny brother leaned his whole body backward and used all his strength to drag himself backward.

“One, two…!”

"Y-Yah!"

The forces of the three parties suddenly erupted.

The little fat boy flew up from the ground with a whoosh like a cannonball, drew an arc in the air, flew over the low wooden fence, and with a puff, fell squarely in the center of the slave camp.

"Um?!"

It’s over.

The nanny brothers were so frightened by the noise that their whole bodies froze, and they stuck to the fence, not daring to move.

The two beetles in the cave were also dumbfounded. They looked at each other, as if in a silent debate: "Just now... who used too much force?"

The nanny brothers hurriedly and quietly approached the wooden fence and nervously peeked inside through the gaps in the wooden boards.

Fortunately, the little fat boy reacted quickly. After landing, he immediately created an illusion and disguised himself as a stone, so as not to attract the attention of the slaves.

Just when the nanny brothers were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the silence of the camp was suddenly broken, and the ragged slaves who had been huddled under the dilapidated shack began to stir.

A glint of fear appeared in their cloudy and numb eyes, and all their gazes were directed towards the camp entrance.

Following these lines of sight, I saw three figures striding into the slave camp.

Leading the group was a goblin overseer wielding a whip. His ugly triangular face wore a cruel grin, revealing jagged yellow teeth.

Behind it followed two taller and more ferocious goblin warriors, wearing rough but sturdy iron armor and one-handed hammers hanging around their waists, the copper nails on which were still stained with indelible blood.

They let out shrill, piercing laughs and scanned the camp with malicious eyes, seemingly picking out the unlucky ones.

The goblin overseer swaggered to the center of the camp, glanced at the "stone" on the ground that was in the way, and kicked it away without caring.

The Goblin Overseer rubbed the sole of his boot on a nearby wooden stake in disgust at the strange feeling and spat, "Bah! This damn place, even the stones are sticky. It's disgusting."

It cleared its throat, and the sharp sound was like the sound of a rusty saw, instantly drowning out the suppressed gasps in the camp.

"Listen here, you filthy maggots! Don't think you can hide from the great Goblin."

"Who was it last night? Who dared to sneak out of the camp?! Stand out!"

Dead silence.

Then, there was a violent commotion.

Ragged humans, sturdy but dusty dwarves, skinny gnomes... all the slaves raised their heads in horror and looked at each other. In their cloudy eyes, besides fear, there was also a trace of uncontrollable anger.