Slime Immortal

"Hammerbone, if you hadn't insisted on protecting this damn idiot, how could things have turned out..."

His words stopped abruptly.

"Bang!!!"

There was a dull thud, like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a hammer.

Malleus seemed to just swung the huge mace impatiently.

Hades' head, along with his unfinished roar, exploded like fireworks in an instant, splashing red and white all over the surrounding goblins.

The headless corpse swayed and fell softly into the mud.

Hammerus shook off the filth on the hammer without even looking at the corpse, as if he was just swatting a noisy fly.

It muttered vaguely in Goblin: "Troublesome humans...dead...peaceful."

"Go back... tell Riptooth... send a team of sharp-eyed men to investigate the eastern swamp. Something's wrong there."

……

In the newly built warehouse next to the swamp castle, Arno, carrying heavy spoils and money bags, lay down on the ground with a grin on his face, then wiped the sweat off his face and let out a breath.

Even though he was so tired, it was hard to suppress the joy in his heart.

Got rich.

I really made a fortune this time.

No matter how poor these adventurers and thieves were, they could still get a few gold coins from their bodies. Together with the bounty, the total would be hundreds of gold coins, and he could get a lot of it.

At the door, Chen Yu appeared riding Xiao Ka, followed by Earl Bran who had just returned from outside.

"Gah?!"

When Lord Bran saw the shining gold coins scattered on the ground, his eyes widened and even the gravel crystal in his mouth fell out.

"Your Majesty the Great Slime, these...are all these gold coins going to be added to the national treasury?!"

So...so many gold coins!

There were so many that they could fill up its nest.

If it weren't for its noble status as a count, it would have wanted to lie down right now, roll around a few times, and laugh.

"..."

Although there was no evidence, Chen Yu always felt that this guy was thinking about his treasury funds.

So I patted it with my gel hands.

"My dear Earl, don't you think it's not safe to build the treasury outside the castle?"

"What if a thief sneaks in..."

Lord Bran felt a tightness in his heart.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. I'm watching. I don't think anyone dares to come near."

Chen Yu was happy inside, but there were some bad thoughts in his mind.

"Why don't you move your nest to the treasury? You can guard the treasury while protecting those shiny things."

Earl Bran was a little suspicious. "Your Majesty, you are not thinking about my property."

"Do I look like this kind of slime?"

"That's right, I'm moving now. I have no choice but to guard the treasury for Your Majesty!"

Lord Bran flew back to his nest happily, not realizing anything was wrong.

After sending Earl Bran away, Chen Yu began to mutter inwardly.

Now it’s time to think about how to splurge…

No, it is a strategic investment of this huge amount of treasury funds.

Tiny bubbles emerged from the slime gel, just like thoughts surging.

"Magic organ trade?"

He suddenly thought of this wonderful use.

Toxin resistance, tough shells... These practical but not top-tier talents are actually not uncommon among wilderness monsters, but they require a lot of time to hunt and collect.

Moreover, the monsters and people in the territory are all those who have the potential to become elites in the future, and he can't bear to eat them as food.

Of course, except for the moss monsters that serve as rations.

Trading magic organs with adventurers can just fill the talent gap required for "magic stripping".

The stripped talents are fed to the queen bee, and the stinger bee colony will naturally iterate, and the newly bred stinger bees will have better talents.

Combined with the spiritual food he feeds, maybe he can really make a group of Black Iron people transform.

The idea of ​​slime troops can also be put on the agenda.

Chen Yu was happily daydreaming about the future, but soon something strange came to his mind and brought him back to his senses.

The clone at the western outpost of the territory seemed to have discovered a strange figure.

That's not a goblin.

It seems to be a woman.

Ok?

Why did Arthur hide when he saw her?

Let’s talk about the update plan.

The update rhythm in the future will be to update two chapters every day, and then on the 1st of each month, holidays, weekends, or when the plot is climax, if there are drafts in reserve, there will be a burst of updates. (It is possible to burst updates, but the specific situation still depends on the drafts in reserve)

In this way, we can ensure the quality while updating the content from time to time.

(˙▽˙)Finally, I shamelessly ask for your monthly ticket.

Chapter 91: Meeting

The prison van carrying the Rusty Key Thief slowly moved along the damp path along the shore of the Gray Fog Lake, its wheels making a dull sound as they rolled over the mud.

Alice sat in the driver's seat, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the silver sword pendant on her chest, as if she was thinking about something.

Adjutant Karen sat nearby, tightening his collar and muttering, "This damn place is so foggy in the middle of summer, and the humidity is so heavy it makes my bones cold."

"I hope a wild boar or something suddenly jumps out of the woods..."

"Swamp forests are like this. Heavy fog is the norm..."

Alice responded casually, but before she finished her words, her eyes suddenly fixed and she tightened the reins.

"Uu——!"

The carriage stopped suddenly, and the horses pulling it snorted nervously.

Alice's sharp eyes shot into the depths of the dense woods on the left side of the road. The light there was dim, but she could clearly feel a pair of eyes watching her from inside.

"Who is there?!"

She asked coldly, her voice piercing the silence of the forest.

The figure in the shadow seemed to sway slightly, without answering, but turned quickly and silently sank into deeper darkness.

Alice looked at the blurry outline, and an inexplicable palpitation and sense of familiarity suddenly surged in her heart.

She, who has always been rational, made an abnormal move.

"Karen, keep an eye on the carriage and the prisoner. I'll be back soon."

Before she finished speaking, she jumped off the carriage and rushed into the dark forest without hesitation.

Alice's figure moved quickly through the dark woods. Following the guidance of the figure, she struggled to pass through a banyan tree forest where there was almost no light.

An unknown amount of time passed, but the darkness grew thicker and thicker, like the mud under her feet. Just when she was about to be swallowed up by the oppressive darkness, the scene before her suddenly became clear.

Light, bright and warm light, poured down without warning.

She burst out of the stifling darkness and into a clearing bathed in the brilliant afternoon sun.

In the center of the clearing stood a small outpost built of black bricks and tree roots. Although it was crude, it exuded a strange sense of stability.

Next to the outpost, the most eye-catching thing is a neatly cultivated flower garden.

The daisies are golden, the wild lilies of the valley are white, and the unknown little flowers that look like scattered purple stars are blooming warmly in the sun.

Butterflies dance lightly among the flowers, bees are buzzing busily, and the vibrant colors are like a colorful velvet carpet that has just been washed and hung out to dry on the edge of the dark green forest.

This small flower garden, on the edge of this swamp full of danger and decay, seems so out of place, yet so... beautiful.

Alice was slightly stunned, and the urgency in her heart unconsciously relaxed a little.

She glanced around.

The outpost was silent, with only a slime squatting on the wall, seemingly "looking" at her curiously with its little eyes.

But how could such a lowly monster possibly have intelligence?

She thought it was just an illusion and slowly walked into the flower garden, her fingertips brushing against the soft petals. While exploring this unfamiliar paradise, her eyes were still searching for that figure.

Just then, the slight sound of horses puffing came from the other side of the outpost.

Alice followed the sound and walked around the rough corner of the outpost. The scene that came into her eyes made her freeze in place again.

A tall skeletal warhorse was quietly dozing in the shadows.

Its skeleton was a grayish-white color from age, covered in a tattered leather battle skirt.

But strangely, it showed no hostility towards Alice's arrival, not even a hint of vigilance.

He just raised his eyes lazily, as if she was an acquaintance he had known for a long time.

Alice's gaze fixed on the warhorse's tattered kilt. Though severely faded and frayed at the edges, the emblem embroidered on it was still clearly visible.

Silver sword and white wolf head.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.