Slime Immortal

"You've been away for so long. Did something unexpected happen in the territory?"

"Nothing much. I just tamed a wild boar, enslaved a few goblins, opened a forest path, and built a decent fortress in the dungeon..."

"I heard that the underground city is well connected, even connected to the Goblin Legion's mining area. I was about to gather the army and go take a look, but it's a pity that you are not here."

After hearing this, Arthur admired him even more.

This kind of workload...even the undead would be afraid.

His Majesty just brushed it off with one sentence.

Your Majesty, you are so diligent...

Chen Yu heard his inner thoughts and smiled without saying anything.

This is just the daily routine of civil engineering seniors.

"Bang, bang, crunch—"

At this time, there was a knock on the wicker door, and old Bloom pushed the door open and walked in with a foxtail grass in his mouth and a pitchfork on his shoulder.

"Good morning, Mr. Arthur, and... Lord." Old Bloom tried hard to adapt to the way he addressed the slime.

"Lady Viola has sent a message. Please come over."

He turned sideways and gestured outside the door, "It just so happens that Lady Iselin is nearby. She will come here to lead the way."

Outside the door, the figure of Iselin Moonshadow appeared.

This elf wizard from the Rootwhisper Forest is tall, with the iconic silver hair of the Moonlight Elves, and even his face seems to be carefully carved.

She walked into the house and frowned slightly as she glanced at the undead knights in the house.

"Mr. Bloom, is this the visitor Lady Viola wants to see?"

She spoke in a voice as cold as an ice spring, with no ups and downs in her tone. She didn't look directly at Arthur, as if she was talking to the air.

Old Bloom nodded.

"Yes, Lady Iselin, this is Knight Arthur, and the man on his shoulder is none other than the Lord of the East Marsh."

Iselin's gaze stayed on the little slime for less than half a second before she spoke.

"Two guests, please follow me."

Iselin turned around and walked out of the farmhouse first, heading deep into the forest.

Old Bloom led Arthur to catch up quickly, and worried that he would misunderstand something, he muttered in a volume that only he could hear.

"Elves are all like that, especially towards... uh, you know, I don't mean to be mean."

"clear."

Arthur fell silent again after answering. He didn't care about these things. He just wanted to avoid causing trouble for His Majesty.

Old Bloom, on the other hand, felt a little powerless looking at the two dull pieces of wood, and the only person he could communicate with, the Slime Lord, couldn't speak.

This made him even more depressed.

Since when did the younger generations of the undead start to act cool and aloof?

Alas, it’s not easy to be a tour guide.

Iselin led the way, her steps steady and graceful, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

They followed behind, and soon left the smoky air of the farmhouse and went deep into the heart of the Rootwhispering Forest.

The further you go in, the more you can see that the soft ground is covered with a thick layer of golden and red maple leaves and strangely shaped fallen leaves, which make a rustling sound when you step on them.

The sunlight penetrated the layers of branches and leaves, casting spots of light as fine as gold foil on the ground covered with fallen leaves.

It was extremely quiet all around, with only the sound of footsteps, the faint chirping of birds in the distance, and the crisp sound of dewdrops dripping from high above.

The Grimlins living in the forest also learned that such a strange guest had appeared in the forest. They quietly poked their gray-green heads out from under the huge mushroom canopy, looking at the team curiously and timidly.

When Iselin walked by, they relaxed a little.

But when Arthur approached, their big amber eyes immediately filled with vigilance, and they quickly retracted their heads like frightened little rabbits.

"It's scary, it looks so fierce."

"What kind of slime is that? I really want to hold it in my arms."

Arthur remained silent, unconcerned.

Old Bloom, on the other hand, chuckled and said, "Let Old Bloom see which little fellow dares to hide here. I'm going to catch him now."

"The uncle is going to arrest people, run quickly."

"Don't catch me!"

The little ones screamed and ran away like little rabbits.

Without the disturbance of the little guys, they quickly passed through the area where glowing mushrooms grew. The view ahead suddenly became clear and the sound of gurgling water became clearer.

A crystal clear stream meanders along, sparkling like broken diamonds in the morning light.

On the other side of the stream stood a huge ancient tree that looked like a god—the residence of Viola.

The trunk of the giant tree is so big that it would probably take dozens of people to hug it. The roots are deeply rooted in the earth, and the huge crown covers the sky, as if supporting the entire sky.

Surrounding this giant tree, a series of tree houses and vine wooden bridges are cleverly built.

Arthur looked up at the lively scene and for some reason felt more relaxed.

This place is like your Majesty's fortress, full of vitality and natural breath.

This perfect contact with nature was like a test that cleansed his body and mind.

He felt as if he had some understanding.

Everyone walked onto the vine arch bridge and came to one of the tree houses.

"We have arrived at Lady Viola's Tree Hall."

Iselin stopped in front of the trunk of the giant tree, bowed slightly to the tightly shielded branches, and recited a short and beautiful greeting in Elvish.

The intersecting branches seemed to come alive and opened a door two people high.

Or an automatic door.

Chen Yu was inexplicably interested.

If he could have one in his tree house, he wouldn't have to use his chubby body to push the door open anymore.

Such an indecent action.

It's totally inconsistent with the temperament of a lord.

He muttered to himself and soon followed Arthur into the tree house.

The light inside was not dim.

The walls and dome are composed of countless veins that emit a soft white-green glow, gently bringing in natural light from the outside.

The ground is made of giant, polished tree roots. The bookshelves on the inner walls of the tree hall are filled with books. In the center is a small pond with crystal clear water, in which several silver fish are swimming leisurely.

There are no traditional seats here, just huge tree stumps covered in velvety moss and swings formed naturally by the dangling of tough vines.

hiss……

This is damn high-end aesthetics.

He suddenly felt ashamed that his tree house was a doghouse.

Ahem... Of course, the tree house is not completely useless. At least he is very confident that it is sturdy.

"Lady Viola, the guests have arrived."

As Iselin finished speaking, the air in the throne-like area in the center of the tree hall, which was naturally raised by the tree roots, began to fluctuate slightly.

Under the gaze of everyone.

Countless green particles emitting faint light emanated from the vine-covered bookshelves and ancient books in all directions. They spun and condensed, gradually outlining a figure.

The light faded, and Viola appeared.

But her image was completely different from the antique that Earl Bran described.

She is short and small, and looks exactly like a human little girl of about ten years old.

"Welcome to the Root Whispering Forest, guests from afar."

Viola's voice was gentle and ethereal, carrying a weight of age that didn't match her appearance.

"A knight who walks the line between life and death... a rare existence indeed."

Her tone was pure curiosity, without any malice.

Then his gaze turned to the little slime on Arthur's shoulder, and a smile immediately broke out on that young face.

"And the little lord."

The little slime couldn't help but bounce slightly.

Okay, that's old-fashioned.

Lord Bran is right, he is quite an old-fashioned man.

What's wrong with being small? Can't a small person be a lord?

Chapter 109: Stone Pass

Arthur bowed slightly. "Greetings, Lady Viola, but please do not address me as the Little Lord. Your Majesty does not appreciate such titles."

"Well, my Lord with a bad temper."

"You two can let down your guard. As the wisest of the dryads, I, Viola, will certainly not mistake a friend for an enemy."

Viola puffed out her chest as she spoke, with a mature confidence that didn't match her appearance.

But in Chen Yu's eyes, she was just a little kid less than 1.3 meters tall.

Not much older than him.

At least they are of the same quality.