Slime Immortal

Chen Yu lifted up his body, squinted his eyes and looked inside the pottery jar, and found that what lay inside were actually plump gray gravel crystals.

This idiot is too attentive.

Even as a slime, I was moved.

"Did she say what she was going to do in the snowy mountains?"

Arno scratched his head.

"I guess the lizardmen's trial ritual is related to the snowy mountains."

"By the way, Boss, can you give me a few injections? My hands are itching lately..."

Chen Yu turned his attention back to Arno, only to find that his entire arm had lost its color, as if it had turned into a stone sculpture.

Why did this thing come back again?

He reached out and touched the gel; it was still hard, just like real stone.

Tsk tsk tsk…still a living stone man.

Logically speaking, after so many courses of treatment, he should be well soon.

But after all, he was using immortal cultivation methods to treat difficult and complicated diseases from another world, and his medical skills were only half-baked, so the effect was somewhat poor, which should be reasonable.

"Just lie down first."

"Okay, boss."

From the initial resistance to the current enjoyment, Arno wanted to lie down as soon as he entered the castle.

If I don't get a few injections, I always feel uncomfortable all over.

He probably lost his will...

But who cares? My soul has been sold anyway.

Open.

[Object Control Technique]

Chen Yu controlled the poisonous needle to pierce the acupuncture points, while distracting his attention to Xu Xuantian's body and heading to the medical clinic in Nanqiaoji.

One is born, the second is cooked.

Gong Xiaoshuang already knew him, and before he even sat down, she asked, "Junior brother, what illness are you here for this time?"

Chen Yu informed her of Arno's specific situation.

After hearing this, the woman frowned and fell into deep thought. After a long time, she spoke.

"If it's true as you said, your friend is in a place with poor spiritual energy, and his condition is affected by the weather..."

"I'm sorry... Junior Brother, my last guess about the depletion of Xiantian Yuanqi was correct, but perhaps this is not the root cause of the disease."

"If his ancestors had a similar genetic disease, then there must be something wrong with his body that caused the depletion of his innate Yuan Qi."

"This may be an unknown root bone quality. We don't know whether it is good or bad. You can try to stimulate his root bone quality by infusing him with spiritual energy."

"The depletion of Xiantian Yuanqi is probably due to a lack of spiritual nourishment for one's physique and aptitude."

"Root bone qualification?"

Do humans from other worlds have this thing?

Or would it be more appropriate to describe it as blood?

"Thank you, senior sister."

After leaving the clinic, Chen Yu regained consciousness on the slime. When he came to his senses, he realized that the needle had been inserted incorrectly.

"Boss... am I okay?" Arno asked nervously when he saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Uh……"

"This petrification isn't a disease, it's just a kind of... well, dormant bloodline."

"Ah?" Arno was stunned at first, his mouth slightly open.

It’s not a disease, it’s blood?

Sounds like something only the legendary dragonborn or elven nobles would have?

After hearing this, his brain was buzzing.

It was as ridiculous as if someone told him that the person he had hated since childhood was actually his biological father.

"Then... Boss, can you cure it?"

"Yes."

"I can't...ah? Yes, I can."

"Either you maintain the status quo and continue with the acupuncture, or I will help you fully awaken your bloodline."

Arno became even more confused after hearing this.

Maintaining the status quo, getting acupuncture every day is actually quite comfortable...

But he also felt a little curious and wanted to know what the petrification disease that plagued the ancestors of the Belmont family was.

At the same time, he was secretly afraid that little Arno would suffer from petrification like him.

After the acupuncture, Arno took the two pieces of parchment that Chen Yu had found in the ruins of the village and prepared to go back to find a linguist to translate them.

Left with a lot on his mind.

However, the swamp was unexpectedly lively today. After Arno left, two dark shadows gradually emerged from the thick fog.

It was Arthur and Earl Bran who had been lost in the forest for a long time.

Looking at the fortress construction site in front of him, Earl Bran widened his eyes, extremely happy, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable pride.

"Do you see it? Squire! Do you see it? What did the earl say? Following the great earl Bran, finding the lair of the swamp lord is a piece of cake."

"Look at this scene! This scale! These... these slimes and bugs crawling all over the ground are definitely the slaves of the Swamp Lord."

The knight stared at the construction site in silence, nodding slightly.

"The Earl...is amazing."

After saying that, he took heavy steps and walked straight into the busy construction site.

"Wait, squire."

Lord Bran spread his wings to stop the knight and puffed out his chest.

"It's just the Lord of the Swamp. Let this Earl meet it."

It flapped its wings and flew towards the edge of the fortress site with its head held high, landing on a dry stone.

"The noble Lord Bran has arrived in person! Lord of the Swamp, please come out to greet him and don't keep me waiting."

Its voice echoed throughout the territory, and the fortress construction site suddenly seemed to have pressed the pause button, causing all the monsters' attention to focus on it.

This made Earl Bran even more proud. "It's normal for some country monsters to have never seen a noble before. This Earl will not argue with you. Hurry and call your master out."

The two small slimes looked at each other and approached on beetles, which scared Earl Bran and he flew up with flapping wings.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do? You want to attack this earl, right?"

"I, the Earl, can tell you that I became an Earl after defeating all the monsters in the Shadow Mountains."

"Don't force me to take action..."

Arthur silently picked up a ball of slime and said hoarsely, "Lord Bran, the Lord of the Swamp said this is a medium of communication."

"Medium...who knows if this is a vicious trap set by that guy."

Lord Bran carefully extended his claws and tested the elastic gel. The little slime just blinked and did not move.

It then breathed a sigh of relief and stood proudly on the little slime's head.

"Well, if you have anything to report to this Earl, please tell me quickly."

"I'm on the city wall."

A voice echoed in Earl Bran's mind. He looked up quickly and saw a slime standing on the castle wall.

"Where, where are you?"

"That slime is me."

Slime?

puff! ! !

"Gah! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!!!"

Lord Bran laughed so hard that he fell backward, his wings flapped, and tears almost came out of his eyes.

"You are the Lord of the Swamp? That's it? Hahahaha, this Earl thought..."

It hasn't finished talking yet.

"call out--!"

An extremely condensed water arrow shot out and hit the old oak tree next to it!

"Pfft!"

"Crack...Boom!!!"

There was a teeth-grinding sound of wood breaking, followed by a loud bang that shook the ground slightly!

The huge oak tree has fallen!

The wild laughter died away.

Lord Bran was splashed with mud, his beak still slightly open.

There was silence at the scene.

Chapter 62 This Slime is Too Good at Making Up

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